Chapter 82 The wedding dress design in the drawer

In the previous life, even time was stained with the blood of fate.

And the unhappy ending.

After she was reborn, the wind blowing across the land of China was tainted with the flavor of love.

After Qingqing listened, she felt that what she said was even crazier than when she was pursuing Lu Zishu.

"Then, can I know who that is?"

"His name is Wen Fu Cheng."

Oh, Wen Fu Cheng, does Qingqing know anyone with this name? She thought about it, then thought of something, and her expression became a little unnatural.

"Well, there shouldn't be many people in Shanghai with the same name as Wen Fucheng!"

I don't know how to respond to the situation.

She only knew that Wen Fucheng donated 50 million plus a building to Shanghai University today.

Assistant Zhang said that the principal's smile almost reached behind his ears.

"I don't know how many people in Shanghai have the same name as Wen Fucheng. There should be only one person named Wen who can donate 50 million and a building to Shanghai."

Qingqing lowered her voice fiercely.

"Really or not, is it really him?"

The corners of his eyes and brows were smiling at the scene, and he answered affirmatively over and over again.

"It's him, it's him, I can't think of anyone else besides him."

"If it's Wen Fu Cheng, what's there to worry about? Just throw her down, sleep with him, and marry him in three steps, one step."

"Co-author, were you trying to persuade me just now in vain?"

"Please, he is Wen Fucheng! The man that women in Shanghai most want to marry."

Hey, why does this sentence sound familiar?

Shouldn't the man that women in Shanghai most want to marry be Ying Zenan? When did the ranking list change?

"What about my brother?"

"Your brother is ranked second now."

Responding to the situation:??

So miserable!

"Since Wen Fuchen came to Shanghai, this man has appeared in various business activities. The few photos that have leaked out, just a profile of his face makes people crazy. Do you know how scary he is? Out of nowhere.

In addition to your appearance, you have wealth that is unparalleled in the country. Why do you think he fell in love with you?"

The complaints coming from my sisters made me pout in response.

"How to talk, he can't fall in love with me."

The good sisters knew they had said something wrong and hurriedly came back. "I didn't mean it like that. Of course, my sisters are definitely the best in the world. But it's a bit confusing. It's like people from two worlds suddenly came together."

.Anyone else would be surprised!"

Even if Ying Zenan comes, he can't compare with Wen Fucheng's status. What's more, Ying Jing...

"He is Wen Fucheng! The richest man."

In response to the situation, he changed another pack of biscuits and pouted. "My family is also the richest man."

"Your family is from Shanghai."

"Shanghai City is quite big!"

"Yes, yes, Shanghai is quite big. After all, it occupies such a large area on the map of China."

Ying Zenan can suffer a loss, but Ying Zenan cannot.

There was a knock on the door, and I found that the two of them had been chatting for more than an hour without realizing it.

At this moment, he hung up the phone and walked towards the door.

I found Zhang Yang standing outside.

"Assistant Zhang, what's wrong?"

"Miss Ying, it's like this. Mr. Wen left a document at home. I'll come back and help him get it."

"Okay, then go ahead! The study is over there."

Zhang Yang has been here several times, but why is he so polite this time?

"No, no, no, that's right! Mr. Wen doesn't like others touching his things. If you want, Miss, help me go to the study to get them, and I'll tell you where they are."

That’s it!

I didn't think much about it, got up and went to the study.

To be honest, she doesn't come here very often. Most of the things in the study are just for the occasion, and Wen Fucheng's only takes up the space on the desk.

Sometimes I feel wronged by Mr. Wen just thinking about it.

I don't usually touch Wen Fu Cheng's things alone when the occasion arises.

"It's in the second drawer from the left side of the desk. It should be the one on top."

"Okay!"

In response, he opened the drawer and took out the top document.

Just as he was about to close the cabinet, his sharp eyes spotted the design drawings covered under the files.

She blinked and was stunned for a few seconds. Assistant Zhang outside was urging her, and she even forgot to close the drawer and send the contract out first.

"Excuse me, Miss Ying. You have a good rest. I'll go to the company to give the documents to Mr. Wen first."

"Ah! Okay, okay."

After Zhang Yang left, he turned around and returned to the study.

Did I see it wrong or...

She stood in front of the desk and hesitated for a moment before walking over.

Take out the things in the drawer.

His hands were still shaking.

A complete set of Fengguanxiapei designs appears on paper.

Taking the opportunity, I carefully placed them on the table, not daring to touch or touch them.

After a while, my fingertips gently landed on the edge of the paper.

Rubbing his red eyes, he quietly put the design drawing back.

I went back to the bedroom and opened the safe in the corner.

There were countless few things inside, and things that were insignificant in the eyes of outsiders became priceless treasures in her eyes.

Music sheet and a recorder.

No one knew that she wanted to be his bride in her last life. She had made all the plans for herself, except that she was missing a groom at the wedding.

Marry Wen Fucheng in another way.

Where all the flowers were blooming, a beautiful little butterfly slowly flew out.

On the way home.

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Zhang Yang rushed all the way and hurriedly arrived at the company.

After receiving the documents, he was no longer in a hurry.

Knock on the door and enter.

Wen Fu Cheng lowered his head and signed the document with a pen.

"She saw it."

After thinking about the expression on the scene, I must have seen it.

"Yes, boss."

"Put down the documents and get out!"

Zhang Yang still felt a lingering fear when he walked out of the office. The boss secretly used this method to let Miss Ying find out.

Give her a chance to adapt slowly!

I hope Ms. Ying can appreciate the boss’s good intentions.

The next second, Zhang Yang received a text message from Wen Fucheng.
To be continued...