Qin Anan echoed: "Indeed, he is very rich. Even if he is old and ugly, his health is not good."

Everyone: "???"

The old, ugly, and infirm rich man...who would it be?

"Miss Qin, please go to the second floor." A waiter came over and reminded her.

Qin Anan immediately raised her head.

The house is designed with an atrium cutout.

From the living room on the first floor, you can see the guardrail on the second floor.

Fu Shiting's bodyguard was standing by the guardrail, looking down at her.

Qin Anan followed the waiter to the second floor.

The person who sneered at Qin An'an just now changed his face.

Tonight's banquet, the people present are either rich or expensive.

But in the rich circle, there are also class distinctions.

For example, tonight, ordinary rich people are arranged in the banquet hall on the first floor.

People with great influence in society are placed on the second floor.

"Qin An'an was actually placed on the second floor. Who is her financial master?!"

"I don't know! We can't go to the second floor. It can only be said that Qin Anan is too capable! Even if her gold master is old and ugly, she will make a lot of money!"

"As far as I know, none of the guests tonight are too old!"

"Then Qin Anan lied to us just now?"

Everyone looked at the second floor in unison.

But can't see anything.

Second floor.

There are not many people here. There are no more than ten people sitting at a round table, all of them are men.

Qin Anan went to Fu Shiting and sat down.

The table is full of delicious food.

Qin Anan looked at him: "You asked me to come, you definitely didn't let me come to dinner, right?"

Seeing her frowning, Fu Shiting said solemnly, "Fu Yechen will come too. When I was on a business trip, didn't you meet up secretly? I'll bring you here tonight so that you can meet upright."

Qin Anan never thought that he had such a purpose.

He thought that she and Fu Yechen had a long-term relationship, and it would be like three autumns if they didn't see each other for a day?

Ho ho!

She didn't eat at night, she was so hungry now that she didn't have time to argue with him.

She picked up the chopsticks and ate to herself.

"Mr. Fu, that nephew of yours still owes me 20 million yuan! Originally, this small amount of money was nothing to be concerned about, but I heard that your uncle and nephew are not on good terms. I will have to ask him to urge the account later."

"Fu Yechen sent an ambiguous text message to my daughter who was under 20 years old last time, and I found out. I called and scolded him! He couldn't deceive me from investing, but he wanted to deceive my daughter! Disgusting!"

"Mr. Fu's nephew is also well-known in the investment world. Whatever the investment fails, this idiot is also pitiful. If it wasn't for his father's support, he would have died long ago!"

......

When everyone was discussing Fu Yechen in a mocking and sarcastic tone, Fu Shiting looked at her inadvertently.

"Do you want to see if I can eat it?" Qin Anan raised his eyes and caught his gaze, "The food is good, but the rice is a little hard. I'm full."

She put down the tableware.

"I'm not interested in your topic, I'll go back first!"

She got up from the chair.

Fu Shiting reached out and grabbed her arm, preventing her from leaving.

She threw off his big palm, her apricot eyes slightly angry: "Fu Shiting, you are so boring. I'm going back to write the paper! If you don't let me go back, then I'll send the paper to your email, and you can help me finish it. "

Fu Shiting looked at her sullen face and let go.

When she came down from the second floor and walked to the first floor, she saw Fu Yechen holding a wine glass, hunched over, and respectfully speaking flattering words in front of a group of people.

She had given up on Fu Yechen for a long time, so she quickly retracted her gaze and strode away from the villa.

Ten p.m.

A black Rolls-Royce drives into Fu's house.

When Mrs. Zhang saw Fu Shiting coming back, she asked curiously, "Sir, isn't Madam coming back with you?"

Fu Shiting raised his wrist, glanced at his watch, Yingmei frowned: "She left at eight o'clock, she didn't come back?" JrNovels.com