Although she ca here as his driver, Wen Ran felt that at that mont, she should call him "husband" rather than "boss."
Thinking this, she really did call out, "Husband, thank you for helping out just now."
He looked down at her from his height and spoke indifferently, "How are you going to thank ? By devoting yourself to ?"
"Wouldn’t that be too cliché?"
"Heh."
For the first ti, Wen Ran felt that the word "heh" coming from Fu Chenlie’s mouth wasn’t so annoying.
She smiled at him, "Shall we go ho?"
The man gave a faint "hmm" and walked around the front of the car to get into the passenger seat.
Wen Ran bent down too and got into the driver’s seat.
On the way back to Huan Island Villa, she was still thinking about how to thank Fu Chenlie.
She had bought him a gift online yesterday, which should arrive tomorrow. The gift was originally ant as an apology, but Wen Ran realized that Fu Chenlie didn’t seem very angry about her injuring his head... so maybe she didn’t need to apologize after all?
In that case, could the present she bought be regarded as a thank-you gift?
After deciding this, Wen Ran glanced at Fu Chenlie.
He was resting with his eyes closed in the passenger seat.
She pursed her lips and spoke softly, "Boss, did I ss up your deal with President Gao?"
With his eyes still closed, Fu Chenlie’s voice was cold, "Don’t ntion him again."
"Oh, then... did I ruin your billion-dollar contract negotiations?"
"No."
"But..."
She wanted to say more but was interrupted by Fu Chenlie, "It’s always been others head over heels to collaborate with Fu Group; I’ve never begged anyone to work with . Besides, do you think that scum is worthy of collaborating with ?"
As he spoke, he had already opened his eyes and looked at Wen Ran.
Hearing his words, she nodded, "You’re right. His character is poor, such a person is not worthy to work with my boss, it would lower my boss’s standard."
Fu Chenlie hmphed softly, his lips curving up without making a sound.
As they stopped at a red light, Wen Ran stepped on the brakes and turned to look at him, "Boss, you looked so cool when you slamd the cup just now."
Fu Chenlie sneered, "Cool enough to win your heart?"
"Yes, although I was really scared, I was still super fascinated by you; you’re handso to begin with... no, mainly because you were protecting just now, so I felt safeguarded. Does that count as a hero saving the beauty?"
"I might be the hero, but you’re not the beauty."
Wen Ran, "..."
Only you could pull that off, only you are amazing!
But thinking about it, Fu Chenlie was so terrifying when he got angry, yet when she injured his head last night, causing him to bleed, he didn’t really do anything to her.
How did things end up getting resolved?
Oh right, he just made her fetch the first-aid kit to treat him.
Now that she thought about it, Wen Ran was struck with a belated sense of being unexpectedly favored.
Judging by his standard with President Gao today, shouldn’t she have been chopped to pieces by Fu Chen last night?!
Yet, why was there a bit of indulgence towards her?
Was it the privilege of being Mrs. Fu?!
Wen Ran couldn’t figure it out, but she did feel an inexplicable sense of nervousness.
If it weren’t for the contrast with President Gao’s incident, she wouldn’t have noticed that the hard-to-serve, sarcastic Fu Chenlie, who loved to put people down, had indeed shown rcy towards her.
She stole a glance at the man, "Why did you stand up for just now? Actually, I had no intention of drinking that wine; I was planning to secretly pour it away..."
"And why do you think I did it?"
"Because I’m Mrs. Fu?"
Fu Chen gave a cold snort, closed his eyes again, and then spoke in an ambiguous tone, "Because I can’t stand seeing a certain Gao flirting with a pure and innocent girl."
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