Jiang Nan, expressionless, threw a punch into the air.
The viewers in the live stream thought he was too angry and was starting to go crazy.
[Hahaha, Director, shouldn't you be concerned about Little Immortal Nan's mental state?]
[He's about to shatter]
That's enough, I feel sorry for him!
-
On the other side, in the top-floor office of the Fu Group building.
Fu Jingzhou's flight was originally scheduled for noon, but due to company business, he changed his flight and returned to the capital very early.
After signing the documents, Assistant Lin Shen subconsciously took them and was about to leave.
Fu Jingzhou held the fountain pen by his long finger. The pure black pen had a metallic sheen, and it was held in his hand. His fair skin contrasted sharply with the pen.
" Lin Shen."
"President Fu?" Lin Shen subconsciously stopped in his tracks.
Fu Jingzhou thought for a moment and said, "Do you know how to watch that program, Madam?"
Lin Shen suddenly realized what was going on and immediately found a tablet for Fu Jingzhou, then found the program's live broadcast room.
Fu Jingzhou held the tablet and gestured for Lin Shen to leave. After Lin Shen left, leaving him alone in the office, the man looked down at it.
The live stream was a mess, with several camera angles, but Jiang Nan's flamboyant pink hair was just too eye-catching.
So he glanced over at once.
The other guests were talking about something, but Jiang Nan sat on the sofa with her arms crossed, sulking.
The man frowned instinctively.
He was perfectly fine this morning.
-
The production team was somewhat conscientious enough to cover the cost of chartering a bus.
Before setting off, Shen Anbai, holding the four hundred yuan given to him by the production team, asked, " A-Chuan, where are we going?"
Fu Jinchuan tightened his chin, "This money isn't enough for us to get out of here."
Shen Anbai said dejectedly, "Then how are we going to go on a date?"
Fu Jinchuan pursed his lips, slightly raised his chin, his jawline hard and cold. He wore a black suit, his hair was styled in a way that made him look imposing.
He coldly uttered a few words: "If you don't have enough money, you can only make money from money."
Jiang Nan: "???"
He had originally planned to remain silent for a day, but he couldn't hold it in any longer and sincerely asked, "Are you really out of your mind? Why don't you take this four hundred yuan to the hospital to get it checked out?"
Shen Anbai said unhappily, "How dare you talk like that?"
Fu Jinchuan looked at Jiang Nan with displeasure. " Nannan, tone it down a bit."
Jiang Nan: "... I'll take your father's big egg!"
Jiang Nan was genuinely full of questions; "Other people lose weight by slimming their waist and legs, why are you starting to lose weight from your brain?"
Fu Jinchuan gave him a cold look, "You'll find out soon enough."
Jiang Nan crossed her arms. "Fine, I'll wait for you to slap me in the face."
The production crew's car finally stopped at a shopping mall. Fu Jinchuan walked confidently at the front, one hand in his pocket.
Shen Anbai, her face also full of pride, followed beside Fu Jinchuan, her horse-face skirt fluttering in the breeze.
Jiang Nan was wearing a light green hooded sweatshirt today. He was wearing the hood and a mask, and he was walking at the very back.
[Hahaha, Jiang Nan is just a walking encyclopedia of shame.]
[I'm dying of laughter]
[Just entered the live stream, wanted to ask Little Immortal Nan why she's wearing a green hoodie?]
[Good question. As soon as Little Immortal Nan saw that she was on a date with these two, she insisted on going back to her room to change.]
[so...]
What is the combination of red and green?
[Master, I understand.]
-
Fu Jinchuan finally walked to the claw machine area, where there were a total of fifty claw machines.
Fu Jinchuan walked to the front desk and slapped four hundred yuan on the counter. "Hello, this is all credited."
The receptionist looked at him with a puzzled expression. "Sir, you can go directly to the machine over there to exchange for game tokens."
Jiang Nan couldn't help but chuckle.
He casually found a place to sit, and for the sake of his eyes, he really didn't want to look at Fu Jinchuan.
He felt sorry for his son.
The production crew didn't confiscate her phone, Jiang Nan looked down, opened WeChat, and clicked on a chat box with a contact named " Sister Daiyu ".
Before sending the message, he thought for a moment and changed the nickname again.
--Zhouzhou Wife.
This note looks sweet.
Jiang Nan thought for a moment and then typed a message.
Stirring Shit When It Hits: [ Zhouzhou, I'm perfectly healthy.]
When Fu Jingzhou caught a glimpse of those words, he was in a meeting. The man sat in the head seat, wearing glasses with gold frames perched on his straight nose. He had a cold expression and was holding a pen in one hand, saying something.
His phone, which was on the table, vibrated, and a WeChat message popped up at the top of the electronic screen in front of him.
Lin Shen stood there, frozen in place, not reacting.
Just as Fu Jingzhou was about to cancel the screen mirroring, Jiang Nan's hands moved so fast that the next sentence came out.
Stirring Shit When It Hits: [I can carry flour and bicycles, but I can't carry the thought of you.]
Fu Jingzhou: "..."
His face, which had been expressionless just moments before, now showed a visible expression of speechlessness.
The rest of the people at the conference table. "..."
Goodness, are Mr. Fu and his wife always this sweet?
Since the wife hasn't come to the company to check on things for so long, everyone in the company still thinks that the two of them are in a business marriage and have no feelings for each other.
Looking at them today, the young couple seems quite sweet together.
Lin Shen seemed to have lost his mind, and hurriedly explained, "This isn't Madam; it must have been a salesperson who sent it to the wrong person."
The rest of the people. "..."
Chief Assistant Lin, you should have kept quiet. Now that you've said it, it just makes it seem like you're trying to cover something up.
Fu Jingzhou held the pen in one hand and glanced at Lin Shen with a half-smile.
Lin Shen: "..."
His year-end bonus seems to have vanished.
Seeing the others' gossipy faces, Fu Jingzhou calmly changed the subject, "Let's move on to the next plan."
"..."
OK.
You're the one who pays the salaries; you're in charge.
-
After sending the message and receiving no reply, Jiang Nan pursed her lips dejectedly.
This morning, Mingming was still calling him "Nannan," and she insisted on seeing him off when she left.
Now you're not even replying to messages?
Utterly despicable!
He angrily put away his phone, looked around, and immediately spotted Fu Jinchuan and Shen Anbai.
The reason is simple: one was wearing a suit and the other a dress, with a photographer following behind them—they were truly eye-catching.
Fu Jinchuan stood in front of a claw machine, his face ashen. He was just trying to win a prize, but he made it look like he was piloting a fighter jet.
In the end, the Oil King spent an hour catching forty plush toys.
Shen Anbai cheered and then hugged the man's arm, " A-Chuan, you're amazing!"
He pointed shyly to the chicks inside. "I like this."
Fu Jinchuan refused without hesitation. "These are very useful."
Jiang Nan pinched her nose and followed behind the two. When she saw what Fu Jinchuan was going to do with those forty dolls, she was furious.
He almost died.