Chapter: 1120
Wu Tutu forced a smile.
Life matters!
He studied the books for a whole day, and finally thought of a surefire solution.
"Mr. Fu, you must create an image of missing and restrained now. Don't dangle in front of Ms. Su just because of missing, and be melancholy because of missing, so that you will attract Ms. Su's attention!"
Fu Yechuan stroked the center of his eyebrows, his voice was cold, "What kind of melancholy?"
...
next night.
Shang Qian came to pick up Su Nan from get off work very diligently, and asked to see Little Mike by the way.
Su Nan had no reason to refuse, so she agreed.
In order to express his help last time, Su Nan offered to invite him to dinner.
Shang Qian readily agrees...
After eating and watching Little Mike, Shang Qian hesitated to speak.
"Miss Su, I'm going abroad to deal with some things, and I won't be back until the next year. I'll leave Mike to you."
Su Nan raised her eyebrows, "It's no problem...but why is it so sudden?"
Usually during Chinese New Year, there are many things to do, but people of Shang Qian's status are not so busy.
Shang Qian smiled, "There are some problems with foreign projects, and the partners plan to break the contract. I want to go and see for myself."
Su Nan understood, "Okay, you go, Little Mike will stay at my house, if you want him, you can make a video call."
Shang Qian smiled slightly, his eyes flickered, but he still didn't say some words.
He already had a rough idea of how the problems of those projects came about.
That person, heh, really does everything he can.
He would not touch projects involving Su Nan's interests, so he extended his hands abroad...
Fu Yechuan, Su Nan really looks like eyeballs, no one can touch it?
Shang Qian smiled, there was no clue on the surface, as gentle as usual.
Naturally, Su Nan didn't think of anything deeper. After saying goodbye to him, she went home.
She made a facial mask and lay comfortably on the balcony holding Su Xiaohu to watch international stocks.
The phone next to me rang.
Su Nan didn't bother to look at it.
Patted Su Xiaohu's little butt, "Look whose phone is it?"
Su Xiaohu's artificial intelligence system automatically sensed it, "It's Aunt Qin Yu's..."
Su Nan raised her eyebrows, "Go."