C3 He Is Just like This

After sending Jiang Wenshu back, Yu An ran into a traffic accident. The car slowly drove through the crowded traffic. He lit a cigarette, and as he smoked, he became distracted. His foot left the brake and he followed the car in front.

The owner of the red Martha's car came down to argue with him. He looked at the other car, pinched the cigarette, and said, "I'll take full responsibility."

The owner of the car looked at him, stamped his ill-fitting canvas shoes, took out his cell phone and asked for his number. "My car is expensive to build, new, and I haven't got any insurance yet."

Fu Yuan nodded, "I can afford it." He gave him his cell phone number and introduced him, "I'll take you to repair your car."

The owner of the car put a lock of hair behind his ear and asked him, blinking his large, finely made eyes, "You're not going to screw me, are you?"

He only wanted to save some trouble, but since the other party was so worried, he couldn't force it. "You lead the way."

The owner of the car shook his head. "I've just come back, and I'm not familiar with the place. You take me, anyway."

Fu Yuan took her to Yang Qing's place.

Yang Qing checked and gave a number. Yu An didn't mind, and the owner of the car didn't care too much about it.

The car didn't last long. The owner of the car called to tell them that he couldn't go, and then asked Fu Yunan, "This is your friend's shop, right?"

Fu Yuan nodded. "If you can't find me, you can come to the store."

"You want to run?

"Busy." His words were as precious as gold.

He also had to leave his car for repairs, said hello to Yang Qing, drove away from the garage, got out of Martha's car and left first.

As Yang Qing directed the workers, he smiled and greeted them, "Your car will be repaired in two days. Leave a phone number and I'll notify you when it's repaired."

Meng Fan looked in the direction Fu Yuan had left and muttered, "Your friend doesn't seem to like to talk much."

Yang Qing replied with an "ah", "He is just like that, very boring, not interesting."

"I think it's interesting."

"Ah?" What did you say? "

"Nothing." Meng Fan grinned as he turned around. He went to the car to change into high heels and rejected Yang Qing's suggestion of leaving her phone number, "I have his number. I'll contact him when the time comes. By the way, what's your friend's name again?"

"Yu An."

"Fu Yuan …" She changed her notes and was in a good mood. Before she left, she even praised Yang Qing's hair style.

The shop assistant clicked his tongue twice, "Brother Fu's charm is really great. Brother Yang, you have to work harder."

"What business of yours is it?" Yang Qing threw a bottle of mineral water over, "Gan." Go and live! "

The waiters had all gone to work, yet Yang Qing was left alone. It had already been five years, right? Could there be something wrong with Fu Yuan? He would have to find a psychiatrist for him to see. Would he really not marry in his entire life?

Fu Yu An drove the car well. When he arrived at the parking garage, he suddenly sneezed for no reason. His phone vibrated in the front passenger seat. He found the parking space, parked the car, and picked up the phone. "Hello?"

A lively female voice came from the other side, "You want me to hand it over to Yu An, right? When the car is fixed, remember to notify me. I'm waiting to drive. "

He closed the door and, with a grunt, waited a moment, then hung up without another word.

When he arrived at the office, Ji Lang was waiting for him. He told him that he had to communicate with the other party regarding the details of the previous project.

Fu Yuan was a software engineer and half the boss of the company. When he started this company in partnership with Li Jirong, something happened to Jiang Wangyu not long after. After that, he became dispirited for a while, and the company was managed by Ji Lang.

He rarely went out to socialize, but he was the one who followed up on this project. Since the other party had chosen Hanting to communicate the details and ask others to go, it wasn't appropriate either.

"Yes." He arranged a few documents and handed it to Wen Te to pass to him. Seeing Ji Lang sitting on the sofa with his legs crossed and sizing him up, he frowned. "Is there anything else?"

"You're not going back to change?"

"No need."

Ji Lang shook his head and sighed, "Wen Te zhu, you're not a very competent assistant. Go and get Director Fu some clothes. You're the face of our company, and you're a big figure as well. How can you not wear it?"

Went looked at his boss, it was indeed a face. Otherwise, the company wouldn't have so many well-dressed female programmers who came in for no reason.

Fu Yuan had a cubicle in his office. Sometimes, he would be very busy, so he wouldn't go home. He would just stay at the company for the night, and the cubicle was given to him by Ji Lang, which was now half his home.

He changed his clothes inside and drove with Ji to the hotel.

The problem could be easily solved. Even before the dishes were served, most of the problems had already been solved.

When the manager wanted to clink glasses with him, Yu Yuan smiled and downed the amount of red wine he drank in one gulp. He felt his pockets and found that he was addicted to cigarettes. He excused himself to go to the bathroom and lit a cigarette in the corridor.

When the cigarette had burned to the end, he stubbed it out in the ashtray on the trash can and took out his metal cigarette case. There was only one left, so he lit the last cigarette and continued to puff.