Chapter 1153 Oh, It’s Better to Stay in the Car

After Sheng Mian finished bowing, she stood up, picked up his suit and returned it to him.

Fu Yancheng raised his hand to take it, and his fingertips accidentally touched her fingertips, one cold, the other hot.

He resisted the urge to grab her hand and lied, "Grandpa said you promised him something?"

He did not mention the old man's last words at all, but was deceiving Sheng Mian.

Did the old man say anything to her on the day on the cliff?

But in fact, the old man did not say anything that night. That night was a trap from beginning to end, a trap set by He Zhou.

This trap included the old man, everyone who went hiking that day, and Sheng Mian herself.

She thought that even the name He Zhou was fake, so what was his identity? Why did he target the Fu family?

Now that Fu Yancheng asked her this, she also thought of her promise to the old man to give birth to a great-grandson for the Fu family.

This is a promise.

But this kind of thing can't be said to Fu Yancheng.

She turned around and pretended to walk to the foot of the mountain.

Fu Yancheng knew he couldn't get anything out of her, so he followed slowly.

It took him less time to get down the mountain than to get up. He inexplicably thought of the hiking trail, where he carried her on his back and she told him stories about her childhood.

He and Sheng Mian had experienced life and death, but the only thing missing was the warmest time, so that when he thought about it, it was all barren.

He walked all the way to the car, and wanted to send her back, but her bodyguard had already driven the car over.

She got into the car without even saying "goodbye".

Fu Yancheng opened his mouth, but finally knocked on her car window.

The car window fell.

"Aren't we going to have dinner together tonight?"

Sheng Mian glanced at her phone, "I have something to do today."

"What about tomorrow?"

"There's a meeting tomorrow."

"It's going to last all day?"

When a smart person hears that there's going to be a meeting, he won't ask any more questions, which is obviously an excuse.

But Fu Yancheng insisted on asking the truth, which made the atmosphere quiet.

"Mianmian, don't you want to know He Zhou's true identity?"

This sentence successfully caught Sheng Mian, she really wanted to know.

No matter how Shan Xiao's people investigated, the two words "He Zhou" could represent something too general.

No background, no photos, only a name.

"My people and Xie Feng's people are investigating, and they should know it soon. Do you want me to tell you as soon as possible?"

This sentence is obviously a trap. If you want, the two of them must have a meal together.

Sheng Mian frowned, "Wait until you know it."

His fingers were tightly grasping the car window, pretending not to understand, "Then I have to eat first, so that I have the strength to investigate."

This scoundrel!

Sheng Mian even wanted to close the car window directly, preferably to hurt his fingers.

His fingertips seemed to be pressing the car window carelessly, but in fact he used a lot of force, so much so that Sheng Mian had already pressed the window raising button, but the car window did not rise for a long time.

She finally compromised, "Fu Yancheng, what do you want to do?"

"I want to take you home."

There was no point in being so stalemated with him, Sheng Mian got out of the car and walked to his car.

Fu Yancheng didn't expect her to agree so quickly, and stood there for a while, until he heard her ask, "Are you not leaving yet?"

He then hurried towards his car.

Excited and numb in the chest.

But Sheng Mian was not going to Shan Xiao, but to the high school where she had met Meng Yu.

Today was Saturday, and the senior year still had to make up for the lessons.

She asked Fu Yancheng to wait outside, and she walked in first.

As a result, as soon as she walked to the court, she saw Meng Kezhi playing basketball, surrounded by students watching. When they saw Meng Kezhi successfully grab the ball, the women on the scene burst into cheers.

A beautiful three-pointer.

One meter eighty tall, stunning and cold face, full of youthful hormones.

Such a boy must be very popular.

When Sheng Mian heard the footsteps behind her, she knew that Fu Yancheng would not be so obedient to wait in the car.

Noticing her gaze, his tone was sour.

"So you're here to see the boys' high school."

He was wondering why Sheng Mian suddenly came to the high school, and now seeing the most eye-catching high school student, he was almost jealous to death.

Oh, it would be better to stay in the car.