Chapter 73: Real world, not forced

Chapter 73 The Real World·Do Not Force

"This...

You may not believe it, but we both encountered a bad thing at the same time and helped each other twice. "

Fu Anan supported his face with one hand, and quickly picked up the fat cow from the pot with the other.

It looks like a little hamster that only eats, right in front of the camera.

"But I don't think they may be considered friends."

This sentence surprised Yan Senbo a little.

"Why doesn't it count?"

"Don't lie to me."

Fu Anan drank Coke and shook his head, "If Mr. Fu really regards me as a friend, how could he send someone to replace him."

Regardless of her young age, she has a clear heart.

Fu Daji should be a wealthy businessman, and it is really unlikely that he would want to see their ordinary people.

Yan Senbo put down his chopsticks, the smile on his face remained unchanged, but there was a sense of distance in his eyes.

"Miss Fu means, but Yan is not qualified enough to replace Mr.?"

"No, don't get me wrong, I didn't mean that."

Fu Anan shook his head.

"Let me tell you the truth, I want to hug Mr. Fu's thigh for some reason.

Originally, I thought that I would have some contact with the boss, and Mr. Fu might be willing to let me hug him.

"With you.

Don't you want shrimp slippery? "

Yan Senbo picked up the **** that floated in the pot.

"want!"

Fu Anan took the bowl.

At this moment, a voice finally came from the earphone, "It's ok, bring her here."

Yan Senbo showed a smile on his mouth,

"Miss Fu An'an, I have good news. Sir, I hope to meet you in person."

Only then did he comfort Fu Anan, who was not forcing himself: ...?

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Take Yan Senbo's car all the way to the suburbs.

Twisting and turning all the way, halfway up the mountain, the vehicle stopped outside a low-key but huge iron gate.

I didn’t expect that rich people really like to build their houses on this kind of mountainside.

There are big trees everywhere.

A mansion is located among the old trees.

The place is remote and the atmosphere is quiet.

There must be a lot of mosquitoes.

Fu Anan scratched her arm, and in the half a minute she stood here, the mosquito had already left two bags on her arm.