Chapter: 777

Fireworks are not allowed on the banks of the Seine, how did he do it?

Fu Yechuan smiled, but before he could speak, a tall and stern figure suddenly approached.

Shang Qian smiled, "Today is the birthday of King Louis XIII of country f, and the local people are celebrating his birthday. We are so lucky. The fireworks are 3D projections, so they are extremely realistic, right?"

Su Nan turned her head and looked at him happily.

"What a coincidence?"

Shang Qian nodded, "Yes, there are still many celebrations over there. Chairman Su and Mike have already passed by. Shall we go and have a look?"

"OK!"

Of course Su Nan wanted to go and have a look. She thought that all of this was arranged by Fu Yechuan, but it didn't seem to be the case, so she was relieved.

She just knew, how could he arrange such a tacky and cute surprise?

Giving money and jewelry is his character!

Su Nan pushed Fu Yechuan to go down, Shang Qian stepped forward and took it.

His voice was gentle and pleasant, "You go first, Chairman Su is looking for you, I'll come here."

Su Nan didn't think about anything, and ran away happily.

Similarly, Chang Li, who had been following them all along, also ran away. Wu Tutu stood alone and watched not far away, thinking whether he should go there?

Shang Qian pushed the wheelchair, and the two fell into silence.

The noise of fireworks all over the sky is incompatible with the two of them.

Both of them are people standing at the top of the pyramid, probably the acumen developed in the mall.

Although they didn't communicate much, they knew each other very well.

Fu Yechuan was shrouded in a depressive chill. He flicked the fallen leaves on his legs with his fingertips, and his eyes narrowed slightly. "Mr. Shang, your purpose is not just cooperation, is it?"

There was a gloomy chill in his deep voice.

It is completely different from the attitude when facing Su Nan. She will not let her see this side.

With one hand in his pocket, Shang Qian was tall and calm, and his power was comparable to that of Fu Yechuan.

He raised his eyes, met Fu Yechuan's scrutinizing gaze, and curled his lips.

"Fu is always angry that Mike came, or is he angry that I came with Mike?"

He didn't answer the question, but it also answered his question exactly.

He just came prepared.

No need to deny it.

Fu Yechuan's eyes narrowed slightly, dangerously sharp, cold and dark like a falcon.

"You want to rob me?"

At that moment, the atmosphere between the two of them seemed to have dropped to freezing point.