C8 The Taste of Rejection in Person

What was even more surprising was that when Tang Jinse asked for a meeting with Fu Jinyan, he actually agreed to it.

Front Desk Miss opened the door to her office, nodded respectfully, and left.

The moment he turned around, Front Desk Miss could not help but exhale a breath of air. He heard that the previous receptionist was fired because she refused to see this Miss Tang.

For the past few days, he had been observing the situation like a Da Vinci who was painting eggs. She was trying her best to recognize Miss Tang who wore whatever hairstyle she wanted, afraid that she would be unable to recognize Mt. Tai.

...

After entering the door of the office, Tang Jinse saw the beautifully decorated office that looked as if it didn't lose any of its style. Fu Jinyan had his back facing her, looking at the huge French windows, the bustling traffic, the straight and upright figures, when they didn't speak, they were like a beautiful oil painting.

Tang Jinse hesitated for a moment, but still spoke out first: "Thank you, Mr. Fu, for seeing me, and giving me the chance to thank you in person."

Fu Jinyan turned around upon hearing her voice and saw that Tang Jinse was wearing a white dress while standing tall and straight. He knew that her body had not fully recovered.

"There's no need for thanks. After all, you accompanied me for one night, so I can't just watch you die from illness."

The venomous tongue, leaving no face.

But, don't think that just because I let you in, I'm willing to help you. I just want you to try out the taste of being rejected in front of your face. By the way, I'll tell you, even if you keep looking for opportunities to meet me and pester me, I still won't help you.

Tang Jinse, "..."

The idea he had in the morning was instantly slapped in his face.

The man had clearly cut off his own path.

After all, you saved me, so I know about this courtesy. As for the medical fees that you paid for me, all of it is in this card, with the password of six zeros. "bit his lower lip as she thanked Fu Jinyan with her smiling face:" Understood, I only came to thank Mr. Fu in person.

"We'll take care of each other. Since you slept with me and gave me the cheque, the medical fees naturally can't be taken away from you."

After saying that, Tang Jinse quickly took out a card from her handbag and placed it on the desk. With her delicate back straightened, she arrogantly turned around and left.

Knowing that this man was heartless, she couldn't lose her composure.

Fu Jinyan's eyes were filled with coldness, and a strange feeling flashed through his heart.

This woman, when she was cute, she was like a cat. She could even stir people's hair, yet when she was arrogant, she could explode at any time. She was arrogant and decisive.

He involuntarily picked up the card and gently swiped his finger across the abdomen. It seemed as if her temperature was still there.

As the cold air conditioner blew past, the file beneath the card was slightly blown, revealing a corner. Fu Jinyan took a glance at it, and could not help but reveal a trace of loneliness.

...

Tang Jinse held his breath as he walked out of the office like a proud swan. When he arrived in front of the elevator, he was surprised to see a familiar figure on the mini television in the middle of the elevator.

It was none other than President Li.

The current him had long since lost his usual vigor, and wasn't as oily as he was a few days ago. This was because at this moment, he was wearing prisoner clothes and undergoing a trial with a face full of dust, as if he had nothing to live for.

Pulled off the stage by someone?

Tang Jinse not only frowned, what was going on?