Chapter 1179 She Is a Person, Not an Object

After Fu Yancheng reacted, he pressed the back of her head and deepened the kiss.

In the dim lounge, there was only the sound of water.

After a long time, he let her go and slowly got up from the sofa, "What time is it?"

"It's almost ten o'clock."

As soon as he finished speaking, his cell phone rang. It was Fu Song calling, probably to persuade him.

He watched the screen of his cell phone flash, and did not answer the call until the end.

Sheng Mian also saw the note on it, and her heart suddenly tightened.

"Has Mr. Fu returned from that place?"

She remembered that Lin Jing said that generally no one could contact Fu Song unless he took the initiative to contact someone.

It seems that Fu Xingzhou's return this time also brought Fu Song back.

"Yeah."

Sheng Mian wanted to ask a few more questions, but he had already pressed her on the sofa, and his voice was hoarse.

"I thought about it."

Sheng Mian wanted to push him away, but he skillfully ignited her body, and she softened into water in an instant.

In the end, she did not ask why Fu Song called.

Fu Yancheng didn't make much trouble. The scene only lasted two hours. The movements were fast and fierce. Sheng Mian couldn't say a complete sentence throughout the whole process. She was completely dominated by him.

When it was over, she started to put on her clothes and pointed to the computer outside.

"I have to work overtime here tonight. You go back first."

Fu Yancheng sat on the sofa, put his hands on the edge of the sofa, and watched her put on her clothes one by one, his Adam's apple rolling.

"Not enough."

Sheng Mian suddenly felt hot, and her cheeks became hot.

"At least let me finish the matter of Wen Zhao first."

She knew that Fu Yancheng was uneasy and wanted to accompany him recently, but the matter of Wen Zhao was too difficult. At present, there was still a lot of scolding on the Internet, and even if Fu Yancheng wanted to help her, he couldn't. When such a thing happened, using means of suppression would only make netizens rebound more strongly.

She could only find a breakthrough.

Fu Yancheng slowly hugged her waist, "How about we go?"

Sheng Mian didn't know that he still had power in North America, which was more terrifying and more wealthy than the Fu family, so for a while she didn't understand what he said.

After Fu Yancheng said this, he chuckled.

"Just kidding, I'm going back."

Sheng Mian grabbed his hand, "I'll be back soon."

Fu Yancheng nodded, grabbed the suit with one hand, and put it between his elbows.

For a moment, Sheng Mian really didn't want to care about Wen Zhao's matter anymore, but how could it be possible? Every artist in the company was her responsibility.

Besides, Wen Zhao was the first artist signed by the company, and he joined when the company was just established. She must promote him to a higher position.

Fu Yancheng kissed her forehead and tapped her lips before leaving.

But as soon as he arrived downstairs of S.M.'s company, he saw a black car that had been waiting there for a long time.

As soon as he approached, the car door opened and Fu Song sat inside.

"Yancheng, let's talk."

Fu Yancheng sat in and saw the scenery outside the window falling back, so he took out a cigarette and opened the car window a crack.

Fu Song thought for a long time before sighing.

"The people above also asked me to persuade you."

As soon as he finished speaking, Fu Yancheng smiled, "Father, I know that human nature is selfish, but when those people made the decision, did they consider me? Did they consider Sheng Mian? She is a person, not an object."

Fu Song's face suddenly flashed with embarrassment. Over the years, he was not good at communicating with his son.

The atmosphere in the car became dull.