Rong Yunran sat in the reception room and took a sip of coffee. The taste was exactly what she wanted.
She was sitting on the edge of the coffee table, just in time to see the sun rising slowly in Haicheng. The golden sunlight shone all over the city, and the glass of the high-rise buildings reflected the sunlight, making it look magnificent.
The door of the reception room clicked and someone gently pushed it open.
Rong Yunran put down the coffee cup in her hand, stood up and said with a smile: "Mr. Fu, good morning."
Fu Beijue looked at her quietly.
She was sitting by the window, and the bright sunlight in the morning fell on her face, illuminating the fine hair on her face.
Her uncombed hair hung down beside her ears, and two strands clung to her lips naughtily.
He suddenly wanted to reach out and brush away her broken hair, but he was afraid of scaring her.
"Miss Rong, good morning." Fu Beijue sat down on the sofa, "Let's talk about new cooperation projects."
Rong Yunran breathed a sigh of relief inexplicably.
The man¡¯s eyes just turned dark for a moment, and he kept staring at her face.
She was really a little worried that he would suddenly become reckless again
She calmly sat down opposite the man and said, "This is the preliminary plan. Please take a look at it, Mr. Fu."
Fu Beijue opened the plan book. He read it quickly. He turned the page in less than a few seconds, which was more exaggerated than ten lines in one glance.
In less than three minutes, he finished flipping through a plan book.
He said in a calm voice: "Miss Rong is indeed excellent. She made such a perfect plan in just a few days. I am very satisfied."
Rong Yunran¡¯s eyebrows frowned slightly: ¡°I would like to ask Mr. Fu, have you really finished reading this plan?¡±
Fu Beijue nodded calmly: "Of course."
"Excuse me, what language is the simulation system for this project written in?" Rong Yunran pursed her lips and asked.
Fu Beijue put the documents on the coffee table.
His body leaned forward, his lips were as thin as a knife, but his voice was low and gentle: "Is this question important?"
As soon as he spoke, his breath sprayed on the woman's face.
Hot, hot.
Rong Yunran stepped back and tried to stay calm: "Mr. Fu, you didn't even understand the basic programming language of the plan, but you said you were very satisfied with the plan. Do I think you are not that serious about this project? ?¡±
Fu Beijue curled his lips and smiled: "The first phase of R&D investment in this project has reached 3 billion. Isn't this enough?"
Rong Yunran pursed her lips.
With this man¡¯s attitude, she couldn¡¯t tell that he was interested in him at all.
Three billion investment is a huge amount of money, but this man doesn¡¯t seem to take it to heart.
"Miss Rong, I have made it so obvious, don't you understand?"
Rong Yunran was stunned: "What should I understand?"
"I invested these three billion just to have fun with you." Fu Beijue looked at her leisurely, with affection as turbulent as the waves in the depths of his playful eyes. He continued, "I am pursuing you, Rong Miss, haven¡¯t you felt it yet?¡±
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Rong Yunran sat on the sofa in a daze.
Although she had already guessed this, she was still frightened when this sentence came out of this man's mouth so obviously.
She opened her lips, but couldn't say a word.
The air became quiet, and she felt the man in front of her move closer to her, and his slender jade-like fingers hooked the hair hanging by her ears.
The atmosphere became a lot more ambiguous inexplicably.
"Mr. Fu!" Rong Yunran stepped back again, "Please stop making such jokes."
"I'm not kidding." Fu Beijue looked at her seriously, "Miss Rong I'd better call you Ranran, Ranran, do you mind?"
Rong Yunran really wanted to say that she minded, very much.
But when she saw the man's dark eyes, she swallowed back all her words.
She suddenly became nervous, and her heart beat uncontrollably.
"Fu, Mr. Fu, I suddenly remembered that I still have something to deal with. I'm leaving first!"
She picked up her bag and hurried out, her back looking like she was running away.
Fu Beijue's fingers gently rubbed his chin, and the corners of his lips slowly curved.
Although his Ranran has lost her memory, she does not have no feelings for him. As long as he comes close, she will be at a loss
?His Ran Ran is still the same Ran Ran four years ago
Fu Beijue got up and walked outside the reception room and directly to the elevator.
Zheng Bei quickly followed up: "Mr. Fu, there will be a cross-border meeting that you need to host in person later"
"Push back one day."
Fu Beijue strode into the elevator.
Early in the morning, he heard that Fu Ziyan and Fu Jingzhan were at Cha Rong's house, and he had to go back to stop these two boys.
Twenty minutes later, Fu Beijue's car stopped at the door of the villa.
Butler Qiao came up to him in astonishment: "Sir, why are you back again?"
Fu Beijue opened the car door and got out: "Are Fu Ziyan and Fu Jingzhan still at home?"
Butler Qiao shook his head: "The eldest young master and the third young master have gone to the company, the second young master is resting at home, and the young lady is practicing the piano."
Fu Beijue narrowed his eyes and sat back in the car again.
He came back in a hurry and left even more hastily, leaving Butler Qiao confused.
When Butler Qiao walked into the villa, he saw Fu Ziling sitting on the balcony making a phone call, looking mysterious.
¡°These past few days, the husband, the young masters and the young ladies all seem to be acting abnormally
"Little uncle, I've done all your work for you this morning. You go and deliver things to her on my behalf" Fu Ziling nestled on the balcony, holding the phone and said, "If I'm not good at work, it's not up to me. Big brother, I¡¯ll ask my eldest brother to go to Zhuang¡¯s to help you with the meeting. You also know my eldest brother¡¯s abilities and will never mess up things.¡±
Zhuang Mingfeng frowned suspiciously: "Zi Yan knows that you force me to give something to a woman every day?"
"Today's high heels were personally selected by my eldest brother." Fu Ziling said with a smile, "Uncle, just help us, my dad will not let you suffer!"
Zhuang Mingfeng became even more confused: "Who is this Miss Rong? Is she worthy of your mobilization of troops?"
"Uncle, don't ask, you will know in a few days." Fu Ziling warned, "You must deliver the things, please uncle!"
After saying that, the phone was hung up.
Zhuang Mingfeng pinched his eyebrows. He thought he was quite smart, but racking his brains he couldn't figure out what the relationship between Miss Rong and the Fu family was.
But since Fu Ziyan knew about it and his brother-in-law seemed to let it go, he could only continue to be an emotionless gift-giving tool
"Mr. Zhuang!"
A clear girlish voice sounded behind him.
Zhuang Mingfeng put his cell phone into his pocket, bent down to pick up the gift box on the ground, walked over and said, "Miss Rong, we meet again."
Rong Feiyu wrung her fingers, not daring to look directly into his eyes.
She had no idea that Mr. Zhuang would call her and ask her out for coffee (remember the website address: www.hlnovel.com