"Sorry, Sheng can't do anything."
The man's voice sounded unhurriedly, followed by the sound of chess pieces falling.
Fu Yue frowned.
It was the voice of her little husband, so she could hear it naturally.
Another cold male voice sounded.
"Mr. Sheng, let's think about it again. If this matter happens, it will be beneficial to you and me."
Fu Yue didn't recognize who it was.
I just feel that this person's tone is a bit familiar, he is obviously here to ask for help, but he still looks like he is dragging two to five to eighty thousand.
Fu Yue frowned.
After thinking about it, she reached out and pushed the door open.
"Squeak" sounded.
The two people in the room immediately looked towards the door—
Fu Yue raised her eyes and saw her little gentleman at a glance.
He just sat indifferently, with a tall and slender figure, holding a dark chess piece with his two long fingers, as if he was about to make a move.
If you want to use a plant to describe it, apart from the elegant bamboo, it seems that there is no other plant that can match him.
In ancient times, there were almost no gardens and no bamboos in the courtyards. If there are bamboos in the residence, the windows will be secluded and the windows will be filled with fresh air.
This man is such an elegant person.
As for the other person, Fu Yue has completely ignored him.
At this time, Sheng Yun raised his eyes to look at the door, and there was no emotion in his usually indifferent eyes. After seeing the person at the door clearly, he froze in place.
The chess piece between the slender fingers fell to the ground.
There was a crisp sound.
"Lianger?"
His tone was obviously surprised, as if he didn't expect Fu Yue to come to him.
"Come here quickly."
His tone was pleasant.
Sheng Yun looked at Bao Sijin who was sitting across from him, opened his thin lips lightly, and said, "Young Marshal Bo, it's getting late today, and Sheng has something else to do, so he won't be staying."
However, he found that Bao Sijin was staring at the direction of the door, to be precise, at Fu Yue.
This made Sheng Yun frowned.
Bao Sijin did not expect to see this woman here again, this woman who looks somewhat similar to Ah Yan.
This woman who didn't take him seriously.
Sheng Yun stood up expressionlessly, and stood in front of Bao Sijin, then opened his arms to Fu Yue with a smile on his face.
"Lianger, come here."
Sijin Bo, whose sight was completely blocked: "..."
His fingers couldn't help tightening, his brows were furrowed, and there was a bit of unkindness in his eyes.
What is the relationship between Sheng Yun and this woman
Could it be...
Fu Yue also noticed Sheng Yun's small thoughts, couldn't help but pursed his lips and smiled, then walked towards him, took his hand naturally, and asked, "It's not a coincidence that I came here, what's the matter with you?"
When asking this question, Fu Yue glanced at Bao Sijin by the way, and found that it was this fellow.
She frowned.
Why is this man so haunted
Sheng Yun glanced at Bao Sijin and denied, "It's all right now, you just happened to come."
Bo Sijin: "..."
He turned his eyes to look at Sheng Yun, the smile on Jun's face was a bit cold, and he said: "Mr. Sheng, why don't you introduce me, this lady is—"
Sheng Yun frowned slightly.
What happened to this Bo Sijin
Although he was unhappy, he still opened his mouth and said, "This is my fiancee, Wen Liang."
Bao Sijin raised his head suddenly, looked at Fu Yue, and said in an urgent tone, "Are you Wen Liang?"
Fu Yue: "..."
don't do that.
It seems like we know each other very well.
She is already married! ! What if her little husband misunderstood