Depraved

Fang Ting hung up the phone, feeling a little annoyed, and called Ji Yao. To be honest, it didn't solve any problem, but it just made the analysis of the problem he was struggling with more clear.The tangled issues are still tangled, and those who cannot make a decision still cannot make a decision.

Married old women are really unreliable.

However, what obligation does Ji Yao have to worry about him so much?Ji Yao has already helped him a lot.

irritable.

Do you want to ask Xia Hua again?He can be regarded as someone who has been in the entertainment industry for many years, and his opinions can be regarded as very reference.But Xia Hua couldn't completely consider it from his standpoint, his first choice must be interests, Fang Ting could almost imagine how Xia Hua could persuade him to endure... In the end it was his own consideration.

The only one who can make decisions for you may always be yourself.

"Knocking".

Mrs. Li: "Mr. Fang. Lunch."

There were only him and Mu Shen in the empty restaurant, and Aunt Li who brought him here disappeared at some point.The dining table is very large, it looks like a simple banquet table, and the table is covered with a dark purple and silver patterned tablecloth, which is very tall.When Fang Ting saw it for the first time yesterday, his heart trembled.

... There are surprisingly few dishes on the table.

When Fang Ting only saw three dishes and one soup yesterday, Fang Ting thought it was because of supper.

Today, perhaps this Mu Shen, who looks like the classic persona of a high-cold, rich second-generation domineering president with facial paralysis, is still frugal and housekeeping.

Suffocating.

On the table are two bowls of millet porridge, two eggs, two drawers of steamed buns, a bowl of custard... and a plate of pickles.

That's right, pickles.The kind of light brown ones, cut into thin strips and stacked neatly on the plate, poured with a little vinegar, sprinkled with a little chopped coriander, pickles.

No, it's not a matter of thrift and housekeeping anymore.

Mu Shen is full of surprises everywhere.

"I saw that you didn't eat much yesterday, so I changed to plain ones this morning." Mu Shen helped him arrange the chopsticks, "I don't know how your taste is."

Fang Ting took the chopsticks with a strong smile.

He likes heavy ink, heavy color, oil, salt, sauce, vinegar, big fish and big meat!Believe it or not I will just eat less today!

After eating, he put down his chopsticks, but Fang Ting was shocked... He probably ate more than last night.Needless to say, the egg custard he specially requested is soft and smooth, and it melts in the mouth. When it is thick, add a few wolfberries...

Unknowingly, just...

Fang Ting looked at Mu Shen's face full of relief, and thought with some despair that he might have to eat light food during the few days he lived in Mu Shen's house.

After lunch, Mu Shen went out directly, probably to negotiate with someone again.

Fang Ting was not idle either, he answered a phone call.Xia Hua's phone call.

"There is a meeting in the afternoon about you." Xia Hua seemed to hesitate for a while, "I listened to Director Meng today. The company may want to let go of it."

"Leave it alone?" Fang Ting raised his brows and let out a long sigh of relief, "Thank you, Brother Xia. I will never forget it."

"I don't ask you for anything in return. You should prepare well. At the meeting in the afternoon, Director Meng may ask you to take responsibility for your personal life and force you to take a step back." Xia Hua smiled gently, and his tone was sincere, as if it was really so. It seems to be happening.Who really wants to give you a tip-off without asking for a reward.

"Brother Xie Xia should." Fang Ting asked, "What time is the meeting in the afternoon? Who will come?"

"At three o'clock sharp, it's in meeting room No. [-] on the seventh floor, you know. There is only one big man, Director Meng, and Xiao Zhuang and I are there. There should be nothing else."

"Okay, I'll be there on time this afternoon."

It seems that the company doesn't want to spend any more energy clarifying these rumors, but it probably won't plan to hide me.

Are they trying to get rid of my mess completely and terminate my contract?After all, there is no hatred of Xue Zangjie in doing this. If they hide me in the snow, although I have no bright future, they don't have to worry about me making troubles, but they still have to be scruples about Mu Shen.Whether Mu Shen will stand up for me is still unknown to them.

However, if Xia Hua's "letting go of it" refers only to the incident itself...Will they want to take advantage of my black-and-red limelight to squeeze out commercial value?Think of this as the last burning of an abandoned son?

Not impossible.

They are used to this method.

Burned to the most brilliant and brilliant, when it is turned into ashes, it is time to throw it away.

No.

Freezing and one-time use are absolutely unacceptable to me.

I have to prove my worth...and Mu Shen's importance to me.

Fang Ting clenched his hand and then let go, the doubts that had been circling over and over in his heart suddenly disappeared.There is no other way, I can only do this, and, as soon as possible, I can't leave myself the slightest chance to waver.

He opened Weibo and replied to Yi Shuang: "Okay, of course I will take over. It has been so many years, and I have been waiting for your invitation for a long time."

He let go of his hand, and the mobile phone slid down on the soft sofa. The vertical and horizontal cracks on the screen made people flustered.

He also fell down and sat down, tilted his head, and leaned tiredly on his arms.

Also, I have to call Mu Shen later... Ask him to send his own car to take him to the company.

He has to act like a tiger.