bayedsolid Chapter 374 He Doesn’t Chat with Girls
Chapter 374 He Doesn’t Chat with Girls
Fu Ruoshi quickly interrupted, "No, actually..."
"What?" Wen Zhixia noticed his urgency and looked back at him, "What's wrong? What did you want to say?"
However, the emotions that were brewing just now were interrupted, and it would not be right to propose with this emotion now.
"Oh, no, nothing." He quietly took his hand out of his pocket. "I just told you not to look outside all the time. The food is getting cold."
Wen Zhixia always felt that something was wrong with him tonight, but she couldn't tell what was wrong.
"I'm sorry, the food tonight was so delicious that I got a little carried away." She quickly turned her attention back to Fu Ruoshi, "Are you not angry?"
She comforted herself in a soft voice, how could Fu Ruoshi have such a bad temper.
"How could I be so petty?" He casually took Wen Zhixia's bowl and poured her another bowl of soup. "Try it, this soup is not bad either."
Wen Zhixia took a few sips and saw that Fu Ruoshi didn't seem to move his chopsticks much, so she picked up a piece of lamb chop for him.
"You still have to work in the evening after dinner, so don't treat yourself badly," she said.
Fu Ruoshi had no appetite to eat. He symbolically thought the dish was good, but his mind was not on the food.
After brewing his emotions for a while, he once again clenched the diamond ring in his pocket.
"Wen Zhixia, I want to be with you..."
Wen Zhixia had just put down her chopsticks and was about to listen when the phone rang.
"Hey, Director Wu," she looked at Fu Ruo with an apologetic look on her face, and signaled him to wait with her eyes, "Um, um, I'm having dinner, huh? Now? Okay, I'll come over after dinner."
After hanging up the phone, Wen Zhixia said with deep guilt, "You don't have to take me home later. The emergency room doctor has a high fever with influenza A tonight, so he asked me to cover for him."
It seems that this marriage proposal tonight will not be successful. Fu Ruoshi felt sad.
"You were on night shift the night before yesterday, and you still have to go today?" He still felt sorry for her. "Why don't you just put it off and say you have a cold too? They won't say anything to you."
"It's okay, I'm used to it," Wen Zhixia comforted him softly, "I'm sorry, we finally managed to come to such a high-end place to eat, and I ruined the fun."
Fu Ruoshi touched her head with pity, "What nonsense are you talking about? Don't tell me this. Eat some more, and I'll take you home after you finish."
Mr. Fu felt very uncomfortable during this meal.
His frustration was not because his proposals were interrupted again and again, but because he found that to be with the love of his heart for a long time, he had to overcome so many hurdles, especially at the last moment.
After watching Wen Zhixia get out of the car and leave, Fu Ruoshi flipped through the calendar, preparing to plan his next proposal.
Weekend afternoon.
Wen Zhixia and Fu Yuehan met in CBD and prepared to go together to the yacht party hosted by Zhang Jiawei.
Fu Yuehan went to Gucci and bought an evening dress for Wen Zhixia as a thank you for taking the time to play with him.
"Sister-in-law, I'll have to ask you to be my secretary later." After getting in the car, Fu Yuehan sent her a PDF. "This contains the information of my own clothing studio. Just take a look at it and don't make a mistake in remembering the company name."
Wen Zhixia nodded, "Don't worry, I'm the best at rote memorization."
After about half an hour's drive, Fu Yuehan and Wen Zhixia stopped near a pier.
As soon as Wen Zhixia got out of the car, she saw that the shore not far ahead was full of luxury cars.
The smell of perfume and cigarette smoke filled the air, and she couldn't help sneezing a few times.
"Yue Han! You're here!"
Suddenly, a male voice came into my ears.
Wen Zhixia looked back and saw that the man was about 25 years old, wearing a white suit, white-framed glasses, a square face, a slicked-back hair, and a pair of Balenciaga dad shoes.
"Hi Wayne," Fu Yuehan immediately greeted with a smile, pulling Wen Zhixia over and whispering in her ear, "This is Zhang Jiawei."
What a greasy man, Wen Zhixia thought to herself, but on the surface she was still very polite, "Hello Mr. Zhang, I'm Yuehan's secretary, my name is Wendy."
Zhang Jiawei was originally walking towards Fu Yuehan, but when he got closer and saw Wen Zhixia, he couldn't take his eyes off her.
She had plain makeup, a floral evening gown, and Fu Yuehan's shawl draped over her. She looked bright and noble, yet also had an unapproachable coldness. It was obvious at first glance that she was of extraordinary status.
"Hello, hello," Zhang Jiawei said, his mouth watering. "Yuehan is surrounded by so many beauties. I'm here to feast my eyes on her."
Fu Yuehan quickly pulled his hand away and glared at Zhang Jiawei in a coquettish manner, "How could you touch my hand without knowing my background?"
Zhang Jiawei thought she felt that her secretary had stolen her limelight, so he quickly flattered her, "Just be polite and show your welcome."
While exchanging pleasantries with Fu Yuehan, he led the two of them towards the yacht.
"This yacht belongs to my grandfather," he boasted to the two of them. "We have more than a dozen yachts in our family, and this is the smallest. We're all old friends here tonight, so let's have a drink and chat."
Fu Yuehan nodded in approval while winking at Wen Zhixia behind him.
Wen Zhixia knew what her eyes meant: On the way here, the two of them had talked it over. Zhang Jiawei was a fake, his family was a deadbeat, he didn't have any yachts at all, they were all rented.
So where did he get his money?
The money was earned by luring these young men and women to Southeast Asia and selling them.
"Come, come, let me introduce you to everyone." Walking into the lower deck of the yacht, Zhang Jiawei raised his voice, "This is Ms. Fu Yuehan, the daughter of the Fu Group. This is her first time attending our party today. Welcome everyone!!!"
As if they had not expected that Zhang Jiawei could be so honored to invite the daughter of the Fu Group, everyone's eyes turned to Fu Yuehan, their eyes full of surprise.
"I'm here to promote my own business," Fu Yuehan took out the studio's brochure, "Welcome everyone to my independently designed clothing brand. The cover is my WeChat."
Just when everyone was adding each other as friends, Wen Zhixia suddenly noticed that there was a man standing in front of the railing on the second floor, who was out of tune with the noisy atmosphere here.
He was wearing a pair of gold-rimmed glasses and a casual white shirt. He was leaning on the railing sipping champagne, and the sea breeze blew his black hair, like a screenshot from a movie.
As if he noticed her gaze, Fu Ruoshi turned around, and the moment his eyes met Wen Zhixia, there was an obvious ripple in his eyes.
"Hi!"
He lowered his eyes, smiled and waved at her.
Wen Zhixia was stunned. His hand loosened and the wine in the glass almost spilled out.
"Are you okay, Wendy?" Zhang Jiawei came over and saw her staring blankly at the man upstairs. He explained, "That's Mr. Song, the famous investor, but he doesn't chat with girls. How about you find someone else?"