Cheng Zitong arranged for a secretary to help Ziyin move, and he and Fu Yuan'er both had to go to work.

"I can't tell, but you are quite sympathetic." After getting in the car, Fu Yuan'er couldn't help but say.

In fact, what she really felt was that Cheng Zitong's attitude towards Ziyin went beyond the normal attitude towards friends or employees.

He has so many employees, who doesn’t have any difficulties in life, how can he bring them all to live with the Cheng family?

But she didn't let herself interfere with his affairs too much.

"When Ziyin lives in Cheng's house, who do you think will dance the most?" He asked her.

She thought for a while, "Cheng Yiming?"

She immediately caught the sneer on his lips.

She immediately understood how narrow-minded and naive she was to use "sympathy" to define Cheng Zitong.

Every move he makes will be carefully considered and carefully calculated.

She really has no need to worry.

"Remember to go home and watch a good show tonight." He told her when they got off the car.

Fu Yuan'er was speechless for a while. In his eyes, she was someone who liked gossip!

"Fuji's husband is so handsome." Suddenly, several women laughed.

Fu Yuan'er suddenly felt dizzy, the Bagua Sisters were here again.

"Fu Ji is so uninteresting. He hasn't invited us to a meal or anything after being married for so long."

"Yes, it would be nice for us singles to get some love."

"Actually, we quite like watching Fu Ji show off his affection."

"..."

"That's enough!" Fu Yuan'er stopped in time, "You have selected your topics and handed in your manuscripts?"

Normally, as soon as Fu Yuan'er came up with her trump card, everyone would disperse immediately.

Today was unusual, everyone was staring at her with interest.

"Fuji, we found a big topic!"

At three o'clock in the afternoon, Fu Yuan'er came to what they called the big topic, the engagement of Mr. Jiao, the largest toy dealer in City A.

Mr. Jiao is forty this year and is getting married for the first time, but to a woman who has children from his second marriage.

This is indeed a topic worthy of exploration for the newspaper's social section.

"Yuan'er, you're here." She met a female president of the company first.

Later, she would have to be introduced by the female CEO before she could offer to interview Mr. Jiao.

"Sister Jin," she said to the female CEO, "I checked the information and found that Mr. Jiao never accepts interviews from the media. I don't know if he will agree to it today."

Sister Jin smiled: "What does that matter? I believe you must have an alternative plan."

She did. If Mr. Jiao refused to agree to the interview, she would offer to interview his fiancée.

In short, you must dig into this story. Don’t the melon-eaters like to read this kind of story?

Sure enough, after learning that Fu Yuan'er was a reporter, the enthusiasm on Mr. Jiao's face suddenly lost a bit.

"I don't like to share my private life in public. If Ms. Fu likes you, just have a glass of wine. If you don't like me, please go back." The refusal was not tactful at all.

"Mr. Jiao," Fu Yuan'er did not give up easily, "I know your company will be listed soon. Do you think if shareholders know that you are a friendly and loyal boss, they will have more confidence in your company's stocks?"

Mr. Jiao chuckled: "How do you know that I am a person who values ​​friendship?"

"You can marry your first love as your wife after a successful career. Doesn't that show that you value friendship?"

Hearing this, Mr. Jiao's face immediately turned cold, "Reporter Fu, are you checking me?"

The atmosphere suddenly became awkward.

Sister Jin wanted to help smooth things over, but she couldn't find the right words for a while.

After all, if you say that Fu Yuan'er knew about this kind of private matter without investigating, that's also a lie.

"I told her." Suddenly, a familiar male voice sounded.

Fu Yuan'er was stunned immediately.

She thought she heard wrongly.

She thought she would never hear this voice again in her life.

But the voice continued: "Mr. Jiao, she is my friend."

A tall man came to her side and looked at Mr. Jiao with a smile.

Mr. Jiao's expression softened a little, "Sendhuo, you're here."

Ji Senzhuo nodded and put one hand on Fu Yuan'er's shoulder, "She is my friend who grew up with me. Mr. Jiao wouldn't mind letting her do an exclusive interview for you. How about joining my sister-in-law and giving it to everyone?"

Can the people spread some dog food?"

"Yes, yes," Sister Jin also said helpfully, "Everyone loves to see successful people like Mr. Jiao spreading dog food."

Mr. Jiao smiled: "Since you said so, let Miss Fu arrange it."

Fu Yuan'er didn't remember what she said, she only remembered that she nodded mechanically, then turned and left the venue.

"Yuan'er!" When she arrived in front of the elevator, she heard Ji Senzhuo's voice from behind.

She took a deep breath, turned around, and smiled slightly.

"You...are back." She wondered if something happened to Yin Jinxi.

But Cheng Zitong and Yu Jingjie are very familiar with each other, so I haven't heard anything happened.

Ji Sendhuo walked up to her and suddenly smiled, "Why do you feel like you've seen a monster when you see me?"

"no."

"Come to my house tomorrow." He said.

She was stunned for a moment, not believing what she heard. She had never been to his house in so many years, but this was the first time he invited her.

"Is there anything going on at home?" she asked worriedly.

But he suddenly reached out his hand and hit her on the head, "Have you forgotten what day tomorrow is?"

Tomorrow... her mind is really blank. What day is tomorrow?

"Anyway, come to my house tomorrow. You must arrive at five o'clock in the afternoon." Ji Sendhuo seemed a little angry, and turned and left after saying that.

She walked into the elevator blankly and drove home.

When she saw the big house of the Cheng family in front of her, she even wondered whether what had just happened was a dream.

"Tsk!" She slammed on the brakes, remembering what day tomorrow was.

She actually forgot that tomorrow is Ji Senzhuo's birthday.

In the past ten years, this day has been more important to her than her birthday.

She really wanted to poach him from her heart, and even this day was forgotten by her.

But why did he ask her to come over tomorrow?

Is there anything important to announce?

Is he getting engaged or something...

Hey, she doesn't bother him anymore, so why should she be informed of these things?

"Knock, knock!" Suddenly, there was a sound of knocking on the glass outside the car.

She came to her senses, opened the car window, and saw the housekeeper standing outside the car.

"Is the car broken down?" the housekeeper asked.

She had been staying here for a long time, and even the housekeeper noticed her.

"No, I just made a call. Get in the car and I'll take you in with me." She forced a smile.

"We have guests at home today. We were waiting for you to have dinner with us, but you came back a little late," the housekeeper said.

Only then did she remember that Ziyin moved in today, and Cheng Zitong asked her to come back and watch the show.

"Is Cheng Yiming here during dinner?" she asked.

The housekeeper shook his head: "Everyone has been a little busy recently. Only the old lady, Zitong, and Miss Muying are accompanying the guests."

Oh, Cheng Muching has been quite honest recently, basically staying at home every day.

"Does the old lady have any objection to Ziyin moving in?" she asked.

The housekeeper shook his head: "The old lady likes to be busy. She hopes that you and Master Zitong will have a baby soon."

Fu Yuan'er forced out a smile again.
To be continued...