“This…
You may not believe it, but we both encountered a bad thing at the same time and helped each other twice. "
Fu Anan supported her face with one hand and quickly took the beef from the pot with the other hand.
It looks like a little hamster eating, right in front of the camera.
“But I don’t think we can be considered friends.”
This sentence surprised Yan Senbo a little.
"Why not?"
"Please don't try to trick me."
Fu Anan drank Coke and shook his head, "If Mr. Fu really regarded me as a friend, how could he send someone to replace him?"
Don't be fooled by her young age, she knows everything.
Fu Dajiao should be a wealthy and powerful businessman, and it is indeed unlikely that he would want to meet ordinary people like them.
Yan Senbo put down his chopsticks, the smile on his face remained unchanged, but a hint of distance appeared in his eyes.
“Miss Fu means that Yan’s status is not high enough to replace you, sir?”
"No, don't get me wrong, that's not what I meant."
Fu Anan shook his head.
"To tell you the truth, I want to cling to Mr. Fu's thigh for some reasons.
I originally thought that since I had some interactions with the big boss, Mr. Fu might be willing to let me hug him.
But Mr. Fu didn't even want to see me, he definitely didn't want me to get involved with him."
Fu Anan sighed as he spoke.
"We only met once, so let's finish the hotpot first."
As the saying goes, if you rely on the mountain, the mountain will fall; if you rely on people, they will run away.
Fu Anan's mood fluctuated today, and then she felt relieved.
If it doesn't work, forget it. Her grandfather often said that if it is destined to happen, it will happen eventually, and if it is not destined to happen, don't force it.
Yan Senbo pretended to be angry and was stunned. "You are the first one who stated the reason for wanting to see you so directly."
It's not like he hasn't helped Fu Yizhi deal with this kind of thing before. There were many men and women of all kinds who wanted to get close to Mr. Fu, but only Fu Anan was so honest.
"I know it's not good for me to do this."
Yan Senbo looked at Fu Anan with a smile.
Just now he thought Fu Anan was a simple and brainless girl who had escaped the game twice by sheer luck and now wanted to get close to Mr. She was no different from the girls he had seen before.
But now it surprised him a little.
Simple but not stupid, just say what you want.
They are much more lovable than those people who try to take advantage of others in a roundabout way, flatter others, and have deep thoughts.
"I think it's pretty good, and it looks cute."
This sentence is for those in the embedded headphones, "Are you sure you don't want it?"
"ah?"
Fu Anan was stunned for a moment, and glanced at the two younger brothers behind him, "Who are you talking to?"
“With you.
Don’t you want some shrimp paste?”
Yan Senbo scooped up the meatballs floating in the pot.
"want!"
Fu Anan took the bowl.
At this moment, a voice finally came from the headset, "Okay, bring her over."
Yan Senbo smiled.
"Miss Fu Anan, I have good news. Mr. hopes to meet you in person."
Only then did Fu Anan comfort herself and Mo Qiang: ...
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We got in Yan Senbo's car and drove all the way to the suburbs.
After twists and turns along the way, we reached the halfway point of the mountain and stopped outside a low-key but huge iron gate.
I didn’t expect that rich people really like to build their houses on the hillside like this.
There are big trees everywhere.
A mansion sits among the ancient trees.
The place is remote and the atmosphere is quiet.
There must be a lot of mosquitoes.
Fu Anan scratched her arm. In just half a minute of standing there, mosquitoes had already left two bumps on her arm.
(End of this chapter)