Chapter 925

"Don't worry. I'll finish later and we'll talk slowly."

If you knew that Feng Nan was going out for such a long time, Ning Wan must have held him. More than half an hour has passed and Feng Nan is still coming back.

She sat on the sofa, bored and looking inside. This Feng Nan is really a tyrant. It's a waste of space to put only a few things in such a place.

Doing nothing, she wanted to take her cell phone from her pocket and suddenly caught a glimpse of the document that had just been put on one side.

The paper shows a corner of A4 paper with two words of Fu's.

After some inner struggle, Ning Wan listened to the outside carefully and opened the document. Just one look, really one look.

It's clear in black and white that Feng is going to take away the small company left to Fu.

After the contract, there is a sales contract. Fu Ting is going to sell the mansion like a manor? Is he willing to buy it, or is Feng South Africa going to buy it? Feng Nan is going to kill Fu Ting!

There was footsteps outside. Ning Wan hurriedly put the papers away.

When Feng Nan opened the door, Ning Wan was looking at the tea set on the table with a cup in her hand.

"Rather than wait for it?" Feng Nan apologized and sat down.

Ning Wan is grateful for Feng Nan's departure. Otherwise, she can't see the wonderful contents. Feng Nan looked over, his face slightly changed. He picked up the paper and put it on the table. He came back and sat down again. "What did Ning always just say to me?"

"President Feng and I have reached an agreement on the school side..." Ning Wan ponders over the past.

"This thing," Feng Nan said with a gentle smile, "is this thing. It's easy to say. But I will wait until you and I have completed the cooperation. "

Ning Wan reluctantly smiled. "I've been called from the school."

"If you say something nice, I'll call the principal now."

At this time, she was close to Ning Wan's limit. She tried to bear it. In front of her, Feng Nan called the school and opened the public release.

Across the phone, the headmaster who has always been arrogant is very flattering. Ning Wan seems to be able to see his bowing and bowing to Feng Nan.

"Yes, don't worry. We will do as Mr. Feng told us."

"That's good. Please, principal Zhou."

"No, you will not. You have donated a library to our school. Our school only helped Mr. Feng to do such a small thing. It's an honor for our school to help President Feng. "

With a smile, Feng Nan said, "I have something else to do here. I'll hang up."

"OK, OK, Feng is always busy. By the way, there will be a celebration in our school in a few days. Can Mr. Feng cut the ribbon if he is free? There are several female college students here who want to know Mr. Feng. "

"Again."

After hanging up, Feng Nan smiled at Ning Wan. "Look, it's done."

Ning Wan only felt sick. She had heard some of Feng Nan's stories. Like all men, he likes young, beautiful, and must not have been in love. To her surprise, the dignified headmaster was a pimp. Funny, ridiculous.

"What are you laughing at?" Feng Nan looks at Ning Wan lazily.

Too obvious? Ning Wan put up his face and said, "I'm very moved to see President Feng helping me."

"Now that you're moved, you know how to behave at the party in a few days?"

Ning Wan shook his hands and smiled, "of course. Please remember that I'm just Mr. Feng's partner. Please don't ask me for anything else. "

"Naturally, I'm honored that Ning will always be my partner."

After Feng left, Ning Wan didn't look good all the way.

When she came to the company, she immediately called Wang Junye to the office.

Wang Junye observed Ning Wan's look in silence. "Ning has always been unhappy since Feng's coming out, but what's wrong?"

"Disgusting."

"Just a moment."

After a while, Wang Junye came here with a box of mints. Ning Wan took a look. "I mean what I heard from Feng Nan made me sick."

Without waiting for Wang Junye to ask, she said it all at once.

Wang Junye looks down, as if he is trying to bear the smile. Ning Wan is not happy. "What are you laughing at?"

"Such a headmaster is only a few. If Ning always finds him unhappy, I can..."

"No need. To a man like him, the wicked have their own retribution. Let's talk about the Fu family first."

Wang Junye raised his head slowly, looked at Ning Wan carefully, and asked softly, "what's the matter with Fu?"

"Feng Nan seems to want to buy Fu's only company. He wants to buy Fu's house. Please inquire for me." Hear Fu Shi, Ning Wan is full of sorrow, "the most important thing is to help me find out the price of Fu House."

After hesitating for a few seconds, Wang Junye whispered, "Fu's house is a famous local building, almost like a tourist attraction, and its value is immeasurable. With our current financial resources, Ning wants to buy Fu's house... ""Don't worry about this!"

"Good." Wang Junye nodded and left the office.

……

As the night fell.

Fu Ting drives back and doesn't want to see song Siqin at the door of Fu's house. She seemed to be waiting for him, waving at him.

Fu Ting stopped the car and didn't look at the woman at the door. He got out of the car and went straight inside.

"Ting, wait for me." Song Siqin, holding on to his waist, walked forward clumsily.

The man didn't seem to hear her. He went on.

"Ting -" song Siqin stepped forward and suddenly hugged Fu ting.

More hands on the waist, not the one in the heart, Fu Ting's face cold as ice, "let go!"

"Ting, our baby is about to be born. Shall we live together well?"

"Song Siqin! You're getting a little faster! "

Song Siqin looked at the study with the light still on. "Let's go to the flower house in the back and have a good chat, shall we?"

The backyard flower house is a place Ning Wan often likes to go to. Fu Ting looks at it coldly. "The indoor tennis court behind it."

For song Siqin, where to go is not important. It's important to be able to talk with Fu ting.

She smiled and followed Fu ting to the back tennis court.

Since Fu's downfall, the number of servants in his family has been reduced by a factor of seventy-eight. No one has cleaned here for several months. There was a musty smell in the room. Fu Ting strode in and turned on the light. Song Siqin smelled the smell and covered his mouth and retched.

Fu Ting touched a cigarette, put his hand in his trousers pocket and looked at her. "You only have five minutes."

"Ting," song Siqin called out his name softly, and stepped forward step by step. "Touch it. Now the baby can move."

As if touching something disgusting, Fu Ting retracted his hand and said, "something to talk about."

Song Siqin picks up her hand and lowers her head in silence. When she looks up again, tears appear in her eyes.

Tears are a great weapon for many women, but Fu Ting doesn't seem to be able to move. He looked at Song Siqin lazily. "You should know that I'm not an old man. I don't like you crying here."

"Ting, I really love you." Song Siqin wants to hold Fu ting. Fu Ting is indifferent and avoids.