Chapter 185

to his fatherA strange feeling swept across her heart, she hurriedly suppressed the embarrassing palpitations and asked him, "Why didn't you wake me up""I called her," Huo Mingzheng raised his eyes to...Song Qing霜 nodded, afraid she wouldn't believe him, and hurriedly said, "Yes, yes, I'll go get it from my room for you."

In a short while, she brought over a contract. Fu Yan opened the floor lamp beside the sofa and carefully reviewed it. It turned out that Song Qing霜's investment wasn't in a simple project, but in a construction materials company.

She is one of the shareholders.

The terms and conditions of the contract are all in order and reasonable. There is her signature at the end.

Fu Yan took out her phone and entered the name of the home renovation materials company. It was a legitimate small company with few online reviews, and the occasional ones were standard. The legal representative of the company was named Lu Jingmao.

Who is Lu Jingmao

It sounds familiar.

She couldn't remember for a moment and returned the contract to Song Qing霜, "Do you know Lu Jingmao"

Song Qing霜 was confused, "Who"

"You don't even know who the company's boss is" Fu Yan was utterly speechless. He just went to invest with someone like this."

On being reminded like this, Song Qing霜 suddenly realized, "Oh, you're talking about Lu Jingmo!"

She put the contract back into her briefcase, pulling the zipper as she said, "My hometown friend told me it was her nephew. He graduated from a prestigious university and is quite talented. This company he founded himself, not very old, only thirty-two years old. If you hadn't fallen in love with Fu Hanlin, I would have introduced him to you. I met him once, very reliable, handsome."

"Are you trying to introduce him to me just because he's a man" Fu Yan was annoyed.

Song Qing霜 glanced at her, "How did you manage to portray yourself so poorly You're my daughter, could I possibly harm you"

You think you haven't wronged me enough

However, judging by Song Qing霜's carefree demeanor, she seems unbothered by those old grievances. She no longer cares to bring them up. In this world, she only has her mother left as a close relative, so as long as she is happy, that's all that matters.

After Song Qing霜 returned to her room, she took a bath and lay in bed, pondering where she had heard the name Lu Jingmào before.

The answer was already deep in her mind, just a little bit away. She just couldn't remember the most crucial piece of information.

After yawning several times, I clearly slept enough today, but why am I still so sleepy

Never mind. I don't want to bother anymore.

Fu Yan pulled up the blanket, turned off the lights, and closed her eyes. She fell asleep soon after.

......

Midnight.

Outside the world of intoxication, in a parking lot, a black Bentley slowly came to a stop.

Cao Yuan got out of the car and opened the rear car door.

The man was originally meditating with his eyes closed. As the car door opened, he slowly opened his eyes and looked up at the dazzling Drunken Paradise. He stepped out of the car with long strides.

He tucked one hand into his coat, straightening the collar. Then a voice came from behind him.

"Mr. Huo, what a coincidence."

Cao Yuan was the first to look toward the source of the sound.

He was a man in his thirties, with a handsome and scholarly appearance. He wore frameless glasses, a suit, and appeared to have just come from a business gathering, as his face was flushed and the smell of alcohol wafted over from several meters away. It seemed he had had quite a bit to drink.

But fortunately, the other person seemed relatively sober and walked steadily. Cao Yuan didn't step forward to stop them.

Huo Mingzheng's slender, fair fingers traced across his neckline.

He glanced sideways, his ink-like eyebrows and eyes were particularly breathtaking under the neon lights. He nodded slightly, "Mr. Lu."r back on him, pretending to look at her phone.Suddenly, a warm sensation touched the back of her neck. It was Huo Mingzheng's right hand, its fingertips rough with callouses from years of use, slidin...