Chapter 4: Heart machine female Meng Ruya

Chapter 4, the female machine, Meng Ruya
When Fu Shiqin heard it, he was so angry that he was blown up on the spot.
"Mu Weiwei, the painting we spent tens of millions of shots back, it is related to our major cooperation with the Wilson Group, you put the painting on the coffee?"
Fu Hanzhen did not be as ruined as Fu Shiqin, but the eyebrows were already cool.

Is there a way to fix it?

Meng Ruya shook her head helplessly. "I have sent it to the cultural relics repair expert for the first time. I just called and said that it can't be repaired. Mr. Wilson will come to the emperor tomorrow. This painting is about him." His wife likes it, what should I do now?"
Gu Weiwei quietly looked at Meng Ruya who spoke, and her lips twitched for a few minutes.
She remembered that the painting was originally placed in the back seat of the car. She specifically asked Mu Wei to help.
That cup of coffee, she also bought for Wei Wei.
And the coffee spilled out, because she was thrown into the painting with a sudden brake. Now... everything turned out to be a slight mistake.
This woman is really... good luck.
From Mu Weiwei to Fu Jia, she approached her with a close-knit sister's face.
Miao Wei was young and was deceived by Meng Ruya.
Listening to her, Fu Hanxi likes a mature and woman, knowing that she is young and beautiful, but she deliberately matures and dresses up like a nightclub to accompany a wine girl.
Listening to what she said to change Fu's feng shui is conducive to her marriage with Fu Hanyu, so she ran to move the direction of Fu's things, and then married Fu's antique vase.
......
Step by step, let Mu Wei become the object of disgusting up and down.
Mu Wei is young and has no brains, and does not understand the woman's heart.
But Gu Weiwei is not stupid. Meng Ruya is not helping her from beginning to end, but she is made to be hated by Fu Hanzhen and Fu family, and finally she is driven out.
Fu Hanzhen looked at the silent girl, her eyes were full of anger, as deep as a cold pool.
"Mad micro, nothing else, no matter what, you must give us a satisfactory explanation."
Mrs. Fu looked at Gu Weiwei, who had never spoken. "Small, that painting... is it really destroyed by you?"
Gu Weiwei nodded honestly. "Well, I poured coffee."
Although it was not the original intention of the micro, but the coffee really poured from her hands.
Mrs. Fu’s wife sighed in disappointment. The matter last night had already made the anger anger, and she did not pursue it in the face of her grandmother, but just let it go out slightly.
Now it is related to the company's affairs. The cooperation between the Fu Group and the Wilson Group has been in contact for several months. The Wilsons and the couple agreed to come to China to discuss cooperation matters.
Because the couple liked Pryan's paintings very much, they spent a lot of time trying to buy a painting to be given to the Wilsons.
Now, this hard-won painting has been ruined by a cup of coffee.
Fu Hanyu looked at Meng Ruya, "Let people send the painting back."
Meng Ruya immediately called, and in less than an hour, the ruined famous painting was placed in front of Gu Weiwei.
Fu Hanyu’s voice was cold.
You have two choices now. One is to fix the painting as intact, and the other is to find a copy of Pryan’s painting.

Gu Weiwei blinked and looked at her eyes.

Is there a third choice?

Fu Hanxi looked at her, her eyes were cold and cold.
"Or, pay for it."
"The young master, the slightest is not intentional, there is not much left of Pryan's paintings. It took us a few months to find such a pair. Now let her go where to find?" Meng Ruya stood up and continued to serve her. Say good words and ask for love.
"If you are ya, don't talk to her. If she wants to give us a satisfactory explanation, just wait for a meal." Fu Shiqin was cold.
Meng Ruya glanced at Fu Hanyu's cold look, and his mouth held a slight invisible smile.
At this point, Mu Weiwei should always roll out Fu family.
She didn't live in the place where she came in. Why did she live in?
Gu Weiwei was not scared by the array of people, and she glanced at the oil painting in front of her.
"Actually, you should thank me."
(End of this chapter)