Until the end of the corridor, she did not find the figure again.

Song Jingyu was confused.

As soon as I entered the company the next day, I realized that the atmosphere in the company was not quite right. When I walked to the door of the conference room, I realized that it was full of people, including various shareholders of the company, including Song Wanan.

There was a vague feeling of bad premonition in my heart.

Song Jingyu walked in casually, and everyone's eyes were focused on her. She walked up to Song Wanan and immediately smiled.

"Are you here to inspect the work, Chairman? It's not even next week yet, and you're so anxious to accept the results?"

She made an agreement with Song Wanan a month ago.

As long as she can complete the project at hand, let her stay in the company. Unexpectedly, the old man regretted it temporarily and sent someone to send her to Decheng the next day. She was so angry that she escaped back.

Later there was a quarrel between the two that night.

Now there is a big problem with the project, which is playing into his hands. Song Wanan came here today to definitely make things difficult for her.

"What work was inspected? What results were inspected and accepted?" What Song Wanan said caught her off guard.

The smile on her face froze, and she was about to explain.

Song Wanan had already stood up, "You want me to accept the good deeds you have done? Sending so many workers to the hospital was your masterpiece in the past month? Song Jingyu, I really underestimated you before."

"dad!"

"Don't call me dad!"

Song Jingyu's fingers were slightly bent, hanging down by her side and forming a tight fist, and she had no choice but to swallow back the words that came to her lips.

…

When she returned home in the evening, Zhou Fusheng was already sitting at home waiting for her.

Song Jingyu was a little surprised by his sudden arrival.

"Zhou Fursheng? Why are you back?" Song Jingyu took a few steps forward and looked at him in surprise.

"I can't come?" He asked stiffly, but without much anger. He just sat on the sofa and stared at her carefully.

He was so careful that nothing seemed to escape his eyes, not even the tiniest movements.

Song Jingyu's scalp was numb from being stared at.

He moved his fingers stiffly a few times, then smiled and said: "You already know the password, you can come whenever you want."

Zhou Fursheng pursed his lips and said nothing.

"Are you thirsty? I'll get you some water." Song Jingyu smiled, took the cup and walked upstairs to get the hot water.

Today, for some reason, she couldn't help but think of the dark figure in the company last night.

She later asked Jiang Chongzhou and confirmed that he was the only one in the company last night and that there were no employees working overtime on that floor last night.

Who could that black shadow be? Why did it disappear so soon after?

At this moment, a voice suddenly came from behind: "You want to burn me to death?"

"Ah!" Song Jingyu was jumped by the sudden sound. She was so excited that the cup in her hand fell to the ground with a clang.

"Snapped!"

The glass shattered, and Song Jingyu let out a heavy breath, her eyes suddenly clear, and she knelt down to pick up the glass fragments.

Zhou Fursheng also squatted down on the opposite side of her and took the lead to pick up the broken cup. He also grabbed her arm with his other hand and asked, "What's wrong with you?"

"I..." Song Jingyu lowered her head and paused.

She really wanted to tell him everything that happened during this period without reservation, and tell this man in front of her who posed no threat to her. But in fact, she couldn't say it, so she could only shake her head and say it was okay with a smile.

Zhou Fusheng didn't force her, and let go of her hand, "Go and have a rest. I'll take care of things here."

"Okay." It was rare for her to see Zhou Fusheng be so gentle.

After picking up the pieces, Zhou Fursheng found some ointment and applied it on her.

When she broke the cup, the hot water scalded the back of her hand, but she didn't even notice it. It wasn't until she applied the cold ointment that she felt the pain.

She bit her lip and retracted her hand to avoid applying it again.

Zhou Fusheng stopped suddenly and asked, "Does it hurt?"

"It doesn't hurt." Song Jingyu's eyes were slightly hot, she sniffed, reached out to grab the ointment, squeezed it on her index finger and applied it herself, "This injury is nothing, you don't know, my ribs were broken at that time..."

She stopped suddenly, raised her head and smiled at him, "It's okay now, you can only pour the water yourself."

Zhou Fursheng straightened up slightly and did not answer her. He just kissed her brow and eyes lightly, and then took her deeply into his arms.

I do not know how long it has been.
Chapter completed!