Chapter 1929: .Not yet

So, she hesitated for a while, and when she saw a servant passing by, she immediately called her: "Then
Now, bring this cup of coffee to Mr. "
After speaking, she thrust the plate into the servant's hand, knocked on the door quickly, and left.
It’s just that she just walked to the door of her room when she heard the sound of things breaking in the direction of the study.
Turning around in surprise, immediately saw the servant who had just entered with coffee and was thrown out in embarrassment.
When the other party saw her, he immediately said with red eyes and trembling: "Miss Tang, Mr. wants you to make another cup of coffee.
Self sent in. "
After speaking, she wiped her tears and hurriedly left.
Tang Moran suddenly felt that this act of hers was completely lifting a rock and hitting her in the foot. Maybe she had
Send it in obediently, nothing will happen, now it's hard to say.
The servant who was busy in the restaurant saw that Tang Moran came in again, and thought that Fu Tingye was not satisfied with the coffee he made before, so
Then he asked curiously: "Miss Tang, what's the matter? Is the coffee brewed that doesn't suit Mr.'s taste?"
Tang Moran only felt that the end is coming, and even said absently: "No, according to the method just now, you
Make another cup, make it a little better, and whether you can make it alive depends on this cup of coffee. "
When Tang Moran stood in front of the study again with coffee, her whole body was shaking like a leaf in the wind.
However, no matter what, she still has to take a step forward after all.
So she closed her eyes and started knocking on the door, anyway, no matter what, it was a knife to stretch her head and a knife to shrink her head.
"Come in." The voice inside did not fluctuate at all.
Tang Moran opened the door and saw Fu Tingye sitting behind his desk, holding documents in his hands.
On the ground, there was a water stain and coffee cup fragments.
She took a look, her hair became numb, and then she went around the debris on the ground and brought the coffee to Fu Tingye's hand.
Fu Tingye kept his eyes on the documents, and didn't seem to notice Tang Moran coming in.
In response, she breathed a sigh of relief, and then took the tray and stepped lightly to leave.
But as soon as he turned around, he heard Satan speaking behind him: "Clean up the debris on the ground."
When Tang Moran heard him speak, he almost staggered under his feet, but he only cleared up the debris on the ground.
Immediately, the whole person was relieved.
She quickly took the tray, squatted on the ground, and then picked up the debris bit by bit, but because she wanted to leave quickly
Here, especially by Fu Tingye's side, it is inevitable that the action of cleaning up will be a little irritable.
When she got her hand accidentally, she hissed and saw a cut on her finger, and she immediately started
Bleeding.
She immediately frowned, put her injured hand into her mouth, and the other hand began to pick up the debris again.
However, as soon as her hand was about to touch the fragments, she heard Fu Tingye’s voice suddenly close to her ears: "Hands hurt
Isn't it? "
Tang Moran immediately hid the fingers that he put in his mouth behind him, and then raised his eyes to see standing in front of her, standing high.
Fu Tingye, who stared at her, still had that cold face. She shook her head quickly: "No no, I will
Pack it out, Uncle Fu, go to work. "
After speaking, she continued to clean up.
But the next second, he was torn from the ground.
Fu Tingye grabbed her and pushed her on the sofa.
Tang Moran's heart instantly raised the old Gao: "Uncle Fu, I really didn't get hurt, you don't have to...ss!"
Fu Tingye directly grabbed her injured finger, and with a little effort, the painful Tang Moran immediately took a breath.
The injured wound was still bleeding out, slapped Tang Moran's face frantically.
"Have I told you before that I don’t like hearing lies in your mouth?
Just forgot, right? "
The little girl in front of her paled instantly because of Fu Tingye's words.
Fu Tingye took out the medicine box and bandaged Tang Moran.
In fact, Tang Moran felt it was completely necessary, it was just a small wound, but Fu Tingye solemnly dispelled her.
Poison, then apply medicine, bandage with bandage.
Tang Moran didn't dare to say anything, many times, she was afraid of Fu Tingye.
This man is moody, she can't even understand his preferences and emotions.
Just like now, she thought he was angry, but he was careful and gentle to bandage the wound for himself.
She couldn't help but feel a little puzzled. Since he was angry, why would he have to bandage himself?
Soon, the wound was treated.
Fu Tingye let go of her, and then walked back to the office desk again.
Tang Moran no longer cared about herself after seeing Fu Tingye bandaging her wound, she stood up and said softly:
"Then I'll go out first, so I won't disturb your office."
With a sigh of relief, she was about to leave when Fu Tingye's extremely faint voice changed: "Come and help me organize the files."
Tang Moran was stunned for a moment, but he passed by quickly, fearing that the past would be slow, and Fu Tingye would do something too much.
Move to.
She looked at the files on the desk, and she had never done the work of sorting out the files, and she didn't know where to start.
And Fu Tingye seemed to keep his eyes on the documents in his own hands, and did not want to remind Tang Moran to the end.
How should it look like.
After hesitating for a while, Tang Moran asked cautiously: "Uncle Fu, how should I organize this file?"
Fu Ting didn't lift his eyes at night, his thin lips lifted slightly: "Organize according to the color."
Tang Moran understood immediately, and quickly sorted it out according to the color of the folder.
After tidying it up, Tang Moran looked at the mountain of documents in front of him, and Fu Tingye stretched out his hand from time to time to get it.
Some blue documents piled up into a mountain, she asked casually: "Are these all to be processed today?"
"Yeah." He faintly replied, and his signature pen dropped his name on the paper.
Fu Tingye's powerful handwriting feels like his whole person, not something in the pool.
However, after closing the document, Fu Tingye handed it to her: "Look, what can I understand."
Tang Moran was taken aback for a moment, but he reached out to take it, and cast his eyes down.
But only at a glance, Tang Moran understood why Fu Tingye had to show her this document: "This is
The case my elder brother is in charge of? "
Tang Yuzhe's name is on it, when? When did the eldest brother join the Fu Family Consortium?
"If you stay here, your family will live a better life and get everything they want, maybe,
You can also try to follow their requirements, try to seduce me, in case you sit in the position of Mistress Fu
The status of your family is naturally different. "
Take a look, how well-sounding and tempting it is.
But none of these were what Tang Moran wanted. She never thought that she would stay in Fu Tingye forever.
What other relationship had with him around him.
Therefore, she said to Fu Tingye very solemnly: "Uncle Fu, what I said, I will work hard and do everything I want to do.
Fa, I will pay you back the money the Tang family owes you, no matter how much you owe, I will pay you back, I promise. "
Tang Moran’s remarks, in Fu Tingye’s eyes, are simply ridiculous.
She doesn’t want to think that if she can make so much money as a little girl, then her father still has
Brother, how could you sell her to yourself?
"Really? How long do you plan to return the money to me? Five years? Ten years? Or fifty years?" He smiled.
Non-smiling, with obvious mockery in his tone.
Tang Moran's hand holding the document was slightly white, and he stood at the desk and responded seriously: "No matter it is five years,
In ten or fifty years, I will return the money to you. "
She will not fail to return it.
Fu Tingye didn't answer her, even disapproving.
"So Uncle Fu, can you give me a chance? Let me go out to work?" She stays in this villa every day, she doesn't
If you want to pay back the money, it is estimated that you will not pay for it in your life.