bestfiction Chapter 136 Invitation Letter
Chapter 136 Invitation Letter
In the past few days, Fu Chengli has not appeared near the marketing department.
After he walked out of the office that day with a long face, he seemed to have disappeared.
There has been no further news.
An Ying finally breathed a sigh of relief.
If he suddenly burst in, locked the door, and pinned her to the table for intimate acts like last time...
He is so good at teasing.
An Ying didn't know if she could hold on any longer.
Fortunately, An Ying had a lot of work to do and no time to think about any news about Fu Chengli.
Tomorrow is the Fu Group's internal celebration banquet.
In the past few days, many familiar friends have been asking An Ying for news.
I hope to get a ticket to the celebration banquet.
An Ying could only smile and brush it off.
Because she herself didn't have an admission ticket.
Although the activities publicized to the outside world are only internal activities of the Fu Group.
But the word spreads from one to ten, and from ten to a hundred.
On the day of the celebration banquet, it is estimated that half of the business community in the northern part of the city will come to attend.
The day before the victory celebration banquet.
An Ying is having a meeting with her team in the conference room.
They had only been talking for less than ten minutes when they started discussing recent work arrangements.
bang——
The door was pushed open.
Secretary Chen poked his head in through the crack in the door, looking around.
Everyone in the conference room looked over in surprise.
Ignoring the stares of others, Secretary Chen forced a smile when she saw An Ying sitting at the conference table.
"Manager An, are you there?"
An Ying smiled helplessly: "When am I not here?"
Secretary Chen chuckled: "Of course, of course."
He pushed open the door and walked in, plopped down in the chair closest to him, and pulled his suit jacket tighter.
"I'm just here to sit in on the meeting. You guys continue with your meeting and don't mind me."
This persuasion seems rather unconvincing.
Everyone looked even more surprised.
Is being a CEO's secretary really that free?
How can you still find time to attend meetings in other departments?
Secretary Chen coughed, then added with a serious expression:
"The president knows you've been working hard on the project lately, so he asked me to come down and see if you're having any difficulties. I'll report directly to the president."
The employees at the table suddenly realized what was going on.
"The CEO is such a nice person."
"She's very approachable and down-to-earth."
"President Fu is so responsible; he even sent someone to come and show concern for the people's plight."
"No way, it's also possible that the CEO sent someone to supervise us and see if we're slacking off."
"That's still better than a leader who likes to talk in official jargon."
........
An Ying: "........."
Everyone was incredibly enthusiastic during today's team meeting.
They would also glance at An Ying from time to time, hinting with their eyes: Boss, shall we cooperate?
Did we perform well?
Being a beast of burden is already hard enough, so we must let the CEO know that we are working very hard!
The whole situation was very similar to when teachers led students to give open classes back in the school days.
However, Secretary Chen paid no attention to the other employees and kept staring at An Ying's face.
He would also take out his phone to send messages every now and then.
An Ying sighed, too lazy to even complain anymore.
I wonder what Fu Chengli is up to this time.
After the meeting, the other employees left one after another.
An Ying didn't get up, but leaned back, crossed her arms, and stared straight at Secretary Chen.
"Speak, what new instructions does President Fu have?"
Secretary Chen smiled and took an envelope out of his suit pocket.
"Given by President Fu."
An Ying took the envelope and opened it.
It's an invitation to a victory celebration banquet.
An Ying smiled and waved her hand, "He tells me to go, so I'll go? What if I don't go?"
Secretary Chen chuckled and whispered:
"Manager An, you know how ruthless President Fu is. He never fails to achieve what he sets his mind to. Why bother?"
"Moreover, your performance in this project will be outstanding." Secretary Chen pointed to the invitation.
"This is a reward, not a punishment."
An Ying: "........."
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On the day of the victory celebration banquet.
Marriott Hotels.
A fully glass-enclosed scenic elevator ascends all the way up.
Fu Chengli, with his hands in his pockets, leaned lazily against the glass wall, overlooking the night view of the northern city.
He had a cigarette dangling from his mouth, but he didn't light it.
After he left her office with a long face that day, she remained unusually quiet for several days.
Fu Chengli even sent his secretary, Chen, downstairs to find out what was going on.
Check if An Ying is on leave and hasn't come to work.
It turned out he was perfectly fine, working and holding a team meeting.
I only received a few messages from Secretary Chen.
"His emotions are very stable."
"He seems impatient with me."
"President, it's also possible that it's not directed at me, but at you."
That day, after seeing the news, Fu Chengli sneered.
She remained calm.
Is it calmness? Or a state of perfect tranquility?
Pretend he doesn't exist, pretend nothing happened in the office that day.
At such an important occasion as the victory celebration banquet, everyone was scrambling to get in.
She didn't say a word.
Fu Chengli bit down hard on the cigarette in his mouth, his brows furrowing slightly.
She won't not come, will she?
If she dares not to come, he will...
Fu Chengli sighed.
He simply couldn't do anything about her.
Fu Shiling, dressed in a pretty little dress, stood on the other side touching up her makeup, glancing at Fu Chengli, who was staring blankly at the night view.
"Brother, what are you doing? Today is a celebration banquet, why do you look so unhappy?"
Fu Chengli said lazily, "What's wrong? Mind your own business."
Fu Shiling glanced at the cigarette in his mouth and pouted, "Smoking is not allowed in the elevator."
Fu Chengli: "I didn't order."
Fu Shiling looked aggrieved: "Brother, I'm out of pocket money. You know, ever since Grandpa cut off my allowance, I've been struggling financially..."
Fu Chengli raised an eyebrow: "You spend all of your 50 yuan monthly allowance, and you call that being strapped for cash?"
Fu Shiling muttered softly, "But they used to make a million every month."
She picked up her lipstick to touch up her makeup: "It's all because of that An Xiaoxiao. I haven't seen her these past few days, and I feel like my bad luck has dissipated quite a bit."
Fu Chengli turned around and walked to the elevator door.
"I'll have Butler Zhao get you some in a while."
Fu Shiling's eyes immediately crinkled with a smile: "Thank you, brother! You're the best to me!"
Fu Mingyi stood to the side and smiled helplessly.
"Shiling, I really should send you to work so you can experience what it's like to be a wage earner. Then you'll know that money isn't easy to earn."
Fu Shiling, with one arm linked with Fu Chengli's, stuck her tongue out at her father.
"Dad, I am the eldest daughter of the Fu family. How can I go out and work for someone else? It should be others working for me."
Fu Mingyi shook his head and muttered to himself, "I've spoiled you too much. What a waste."
Ding--
The elevator reaches the top floor.
The elevator door slowly opened.
I caught a glimpse of a beautiful figure.
Fu Chengli paused in his steps.
Suddenly, a faint smile appeared on her lips.