As the end of the year approaches, Chen Chu and Fu Yan are both very busy.

MK is originally a multinational company. It has a Chinese Spring Festival holiday, but it does not have a holiday at the headquarters.

Therefore, for the annual leave of absence, many projects here must cooperate with the progress.

When Fu Yan takes office, he naturally has to take the lead in working overtime to avoid leaving any talk and causing criticism.

But Fu Yan didn't come to pick her up, so Chen Chu had to take Fu Wenpei's car back.

After replying to the news, Chen Chu looked at Fu Wenpei on the side: "Is there anything wrong with Secretary Fu tonight?"

Fu Wenpei was stunned for a moment: "I have nothing to do tonight. Miss Chen, do you have any instructions?"

Chen Chu smiled: "It's nothing, I just want to send me back."

Fu Wenpei immediately understood: "Mr. Fu should be very busy at the end of the year recently."

"Um."

She responded, and the two left the airport and walked straight to the parking lot.

Fortunately, Fu Wenpei drove over when he came, otherwise they would have to spend two hours outside the airport waiting for the bus with the cold wind.

Fu Yan put away his phone after seeing the news from Chen Chu's reply. He looked up at the hotel in front of him. The smile in the peach blossom eyes was very shallow, and the coldness in the black eyes was like the cold wind in the dark night.

He had already set out to pick up Chen Chu's plane, but he received a call from Cheng Ze'an halfway.

As soon as Cheng Ze'an spoke, he asked him to come to this hotel. If he didn't come, he would leak the project planning for Fu's new project next year to Xie Qingran.

What Cheng Ze'an's pig was thinking, Fu Yan had already guessed.

He suddenly called him to come over, and there must be a big trap waiting for him.

If it weren't for Fu Jinye's sake, Fu Yan wouldn't have paid any attention to Cheng Ze'an tonight.

But Fu does have a big project next year. Fu Jinye mentioned it to him a few days ago and hoped that he would go back and take over the project.

But Fu Yan refused.

Fu Jinye said that Cheng Ze'an had a lot of peace recently, but Fu Yan disagreed. He felt that Cheng Ze'an would not be able to live in peace.

Look, he will make small moves tonight.

Fu Yan parked the car, got out of the car with his cell phone.

The room was on the eleventh floor, and the elevator slowly rose. Fu Yan looked at the jumping numbers and guessed what tricks Cheng Ze'an would play this time.

No matter what tricks Cheng Ze'an plays, he has to teach him a lesson today.

With a "ding" sound, the elevator door opened.

Fu Yan looked up at the sign, then turned directly to the left.

He turned around and soon arrived at the door of Room 1117.

Fu Yan raised his hand and knocked on the door. When the door opened, there was no one inside.

Pretend to be a ghost.

Fu Yan raised his eyebrows, raised his legs and walked in.

As soon as I entered, the door closed.

Only night lights were turned on in the room, and the light was not very bright.

There was a sound of washing in the bathroom. Fu Yan frowned, took out his cell phone and called Cheng Ze'an.

Before the phone was connected, the bathroom door was opened and Song Zhixia came out wrapped in a bath towel.

When she saw Fu Yan, she seemed not surprised at all: "Here, Mr. Fu."

Fu Yan curled his lips, but there was no smile in his eyes: "Where is Cheng Ze'an?"

"Mr. Fu? He's gone."

Song Zhixia shrugged her shoulders, walked to the side and poured two glasses of awakened red wine, and walked to Fu Yan with her hands: "Mr. Fu, have a drink?"

Fu Yan took a step back and looked at her with a smile: "What does Miss Song mean?"

"It's not interesting, I just want to play a game with you, Mr. Fu."
Chapter completed!