Chapter 217 You Are More than Enough for Him

It wasn't until late at night that Sheng Mian saw the infusion was finished and pulled out the needle.

But just as he stood up, Fu Yancheng woke up, opened his eyes and looked at her.

"Mr. Fu, are you awake?"

Fu Yancheng's voice was a little hoarse. He glanced at the ceiling and raised his hand to rub his eyebrows.

"Hospital?"

"Yes, Mr. Fu, you have a fever."

"Why are you here?"

"My relative is also hospitalized here, and I happened to meet you. Are you feeling better now?"

Fu Yancheng's back hurt, but the effect of the medicine had disappeared, and his body was no longer unbearably hot.

He breathed a sigh of relief, and his face turned completely dark when he thought of his grandfather's operation this time.

Now it's no longer enough to use Fu's job as a shield. Grandpa is determined to let that woman give birth to a child.

He sneered.

When Sheng Mian heard his sneer, she knew that Grandpa Fu had completely pissed him off.

She saw Fu Yancheng pick up the phone and call Qi Shen.

"Go and check if the Sheng family has contacted the old man again today."

The Sheng family was given a powerful blow last time, and if the Sheng family continues to do so, then don't blame him for being ruthless.

In less than five minutes, Qi Shen called.

"President, Sheng Zhong did call the old man."

Fu Yancheng's expression turned very scary in an instant, "Look at the Sheng family's recent business, all of them have been blocked."

I showed mercy last time, but I was so shameless over there.

Sheng Mian sat next to him, listening to his cold and disgusted instructions.

But she had no excuse.

My father should have thought of the consequences long before he made that phone call.

Fu Yancheng was not someone the Sheng family could handle.

After hanging up the phone, Fu Yancheng looked at Sheng Mian.

There was no expression on Sheng Mian's face, she just asked, "Mr. Fu, do you want some water?"

Her eyes were bright and clean, as if she wasn't interested in his household affairs at all.

"Um."

Sheng Mian stood up, went to get a glass of water, and placed it in his palm.

Fu Yancheng frowned when he thought of that person in his family.

"Who in your family is in the hospital?"

"my husband."

Raising his eyebrows, he sneered: "Syphilis?"

Sheng Mian originally stood up and planned to pour herself a glass, but when she heard this, she dropped her butt directly on the stool and looked at him in disbelief.

Fu Yancheng thought that she still didn't know that her husband was messing around outside, so he said quietly: "Just a joke."

Sheng Mian was angry and funny, but in the end everything turned into helplessness.

"Mr. Fu, please don't make such jokes."

Fu Yancheng himself doesn't have much sense of humor, but he can still be very poisonous at times. For example, he initially mistook Sheng Mian for a woman in that industry.

It's also unkind when it's cold.

After hearing her words at this moment, Fu Yancheng just held the water glass quietly.

This person always defends her husband, but she doesn't know how many cuckolds he has made of her. It's pitiful.

"Penny, how did you and your husband meet?"

It is now late at night, the lights in the ward are not very bright, and the surroundings are quiet. Only the occasional sound of nurses making rounds can be heard from the corridor.

"I was introduced by an elder. He was not very satisfied with me."

When Fu Yancheng heard this, he almost subconsciously replied, "Should he see an ophthalmologist?"

Sheng Mian pursed her lips. After hearing these words, she couldn't help it and curved the corners of her mouth.

"Everyone has their own preferences. Besides, I'm not the RMB. I can't be liked by everyone. And even if it's the RMB, there are still some people who claim to be literati and elegant people who spit on it. Just think about it."

Her eyes were very clear, and when she talked about this, she even felt a little regretful.

"Speaking of which, I'm not good enough for him either."

"Belittle yourself."

When Fu Yancheng spoke, his tone was cold, with a hint of hoarseness in his low voice because he was ill.

"You are more than enough for him."