Chapter 29

"When I just came into the hotel, I saw a man walking in and out of the lobby with his female companion and greeting Mr. Fu. I guessed that there should be a banquet after the meeting. In addition, Mr. Fu's first suit was not very formal, so I chose it like this."

Fu Yichen looked at Su MI and said, "you're a smart man."

At this time, Song Zhe's cell phone rang. He took two steps to answer. For a moment, he whispered, "I see."

The phone call was from Wang Xiaocheng, Fu Yichen's exclusive stylist. He came from the mid mountain villa, but he was blocked on the road and couldn't come for a moment.

Fu Yichen's hair has always been taken care of by Wang Xiaocheng. And Fu Yichen has a serious habit of cleanliness and doesn't like strangers to touch him.

Song zhezheng didn't know what to do. He was afraid that Fu Yichen would be angry. When he looked back, he saw Su Mi standing next to Fu Yichen. Suddenly his eyes brightened, "president, Wang Xiaocheng was blocked on jingsan road. The meeting will begin soon. Just now Miss Su said she had learned makeup. Otherwise, let Miss Su help the president clean up?"

Fu Yichen glanced at Song Zhe. He didn't say good, but he didn't say bad. He just hugged his chest with both hands and sat down lazily.

Song Zhe hurriedly pushed Su MI, "Miss Su doesn't hurry." then Song Zhe found a hair dryer for Su MI, plugged it in, and stuffed it into Su Mi's hand.

There is no chance for Su Mi to refuse, and flattering Fu Yichen is what she must do now.

Su Mi smiled at Fu Yichen, walked around the back of the sofa, inserted her fingers into Fu Yichen's thick short hair, and shook the hair dryer to blow his hair.

Fu Yichen leaned against the back of the leather sofa and closed his eyes. He felt the woman's soft fingers, gently and slowly wiped his scalp and passed through his hair. It was very comfortable.

It's much more comfortable than that of Wang Xiaocheng. The wind blows and sometimes brings the fragrance of just bathed women.

After being served by her, he seemed a little greedy for this feeling and taste. He didn't want Wang Xiaocheng to touch him again.

Fu Yichen was enjoying it, but suddenly there was a sharp pain in his right forehead. He suddenly tightened his eyebrows and pressed his head. He looked painful and his face was pale.

"President? Does the president have a headache again? I'll call a doctor!"

"No..."

Song Zhe didn't get through. Fu Yichen looked better, but he leaned on the leather sofa tired. There was a layer of fine sweat on his forehead and said, "it's all right. It's no use calling a doctor. How many times have you checked."

"Hey..." Song Zhe sighed.

Su MI was confused by this change and stood there nervously. Song Zhe looked at her appeasingly and explained, "five years ago, someone patted the president on the forehead with a brick, and the president fell into the problem of occasional headache. You can't find out the reason. Go on, sister su."

Su MI, "..."

Who is so brave to beat Fu Yichen with a brick? How adorable!

"If I want to find out who did it, I must break him into pieces!" Song Zhe said, gnashing his teeth.

Su MI, "yes! That's hateful!"

She added in her heart, well done!

"But doesn't Mr. Fu know who attacked him?" Su Mi said strangely.

Song Zhe said: "Miss Su doesn't know. The president fainted when he was photographed and didn't remember anything when he woke up. In short, the situation was a little complicated at that time. The president had been given hallucinogenic drugs..."