Chapter 73: The Real World·Don't Force It

Chapter 73: The Real World·Don't Force It

"This...

You may not believe it, but we both encountered a bad thing at the same time and helped each other twice. "

Fu An'an supported his face with one hand, and quickly picked up the fat cow from the pot with the other.

It looks like a little hamster that only eats, right in front of the camera.

"But I don't think they're friends."

Yan Senbo was a little surprised by this sentence.

"Why doesn't it count?"

"Don't lie to me."

Fu Anan drank the Coke and shook his head, "If Mr. Fu really regards me as a friend, how could he send someone to replace him?"

Regardless of her young age, she is clear in her heart.

Fu Daji should be a wealthy businessman, and it is really unlikely that he would want to see their ordinary people.

Yan Senbo put down his chopsticks, the smile on his face remained unchanged, but there was a sense of distance in his eyes.

"Miss Fu, but Mr. Yan is not qualified enough to replace Mr.?"

"No, don't get me wrong, I didn't mean that."

Fu Anan shook her head.

"Let me tell you the truth, I want to hug Mr. Fu's thigh for some reasons.

Originally, I thought that I would have some interaction with the boss, and Mr. Fu might be willing to let me hug him.

But Mr. Fu doesn't even want to see me, it must be because he doesn't want me to pester him. "

Fu Anan said and sighed,

"Anyway, the two of us only meet each other on this side. Let's go after the hot pot is finished."

As the saying goes, relying on the mountain to fall, relying on everyone to run.

Fu An'an's mood went up and down repeatedly today, and then he let go.

If it doesn't work, forget it, her grandfather often said that there are times in fate, and there is always time in fate, so don't force it.

Yan Senbo pretended to be angry for a moment, "You are still the first one to explain the reason why you want to see Mr. so straightforwardly."

It's not like he hasn't helped Fu Yizhi deal with this kind of thing in the past. There are many men and women of all colors who want to cling to Mr. Fu, but Fu An'an is so honest.

"I know it's not good for me."

Fu An'an sighed, didn't he want to survive?

Yan Senbo looked at Fu An'an with a smile,

Just now he thought that Fu An'an was a simple and brainless girl who escaped the game with shit luck the first two times, and now she is delusional about clinging to her husband. It's no different from any girl I've seen before.

But now it took him a little by surprise.

Simple but not stupid, just say what you want.

She is much cuter than those people who beat around the bush to take advantage of it, cater to each other, and have deep thoughts.

"I think it's not bad, and it looks cute."

This sentence is for the person in the embedded headset, "Are you sure you don't want it?"

"ah?"

Fu Anan froze for a moment, then glanced at the two younger brothers behind him, "Who are you talking to?"

"With you.

Don't you want shrimp slippery? "

Yan Senbo picked up the meatballs floating in the pot.

"want!"

Fu Anan took the bowl.

At this moment, a voice finally came from the earphone, "Okay, bring her here."

A smile appeared on Yan Senbo's mouth,

"Miss Fu An'an, I have good news. Sir, I hope to meet you in person."

Only then did he comfort Fu An'an, who was not forcing himself: ...?

——

He took Yan Senbo's car all the way to the suburbs.

After twisting and turning all the way, halfway up the mountain, the vehicle stopped outside a low-key but huge iron gate.

Unexpectedly, rich people really like to build their houses on this kind of mountainside.

There are big trees everywhere.

A mansion is nestled among old trees.

The place is remote and the atmosphere is quiet.

There must be too many mosquitoes.

Fu Anan scratched her arm, and in the half a minute she stood here, the mosquito had already left two bags on her arm.