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Zhou Muye glanced at Shen Zhihao, a little surprised to mention this suddenly, and nodded with a "hmm".

Wen Yiran was eating lamb chops when she suddenly felt a hand touching her thigh.

She made a move and subconsciously looked at Fu Linyuan.

With his other hand, he slowly picked up the cup and drank tea, as if the hand caressing her under the table was not on his body.

Zhou Muye's attention was focused on Shen Zhihao at the moment, "Why do you ask this suddenly?"

Shen Zhihao naturally introduced his purpose: "I have an important client coming to Jiangcheng in a few days. I can't spare anyone to accompany him, so I need to find someone to accompany him."

Zhou Muye understood, "You want Yiran to go?"

He hesitated.

Shen Zhihao continued: "Just for a week, just take her around Jiangcheng and make her happy. The client is a woman, what are you afraid of?"

He smiled teasingly, "Or are you two inseparable even after a good week?"

Only then did Zhou Muye agree, "I have no problem with it, Yi Ran can decide for himself."

Wen Yiran gritted his teeth, and Fu Linyuan's fingertips had already picked up the edge of her stockings and touched her thigh.

The lamb chops in his hand clattered onto the porcelain plate, attracting everyone's attention.

"Yi Ran?" Zhou Muye turned his head.

Wen Yiran picked up the red wine and took a sip, swallowing back a slight moan that almost overflowed.

"I have no problem." She put down the cup and smiled brightly, "Since Mr. Shen trusts me, I will definitely... try my best to show it."

She said the last few words through gritted teeth, because the hand under the table suddenly tightened and pinched her thigh, and she almost jumped up from her seat.

Fu Linyuan held the wine glass and said in a lazy voice, "Zhou Muye, you are quite generous."

Zhou Muye laughed: "Linyuan, we are friends in business, we help each other."

Fu Linyuan took a sip of wine, but his hands under the table became more violent.

Wen Yiran gritted her teeth and spoke, otherwise she felt that she would lose her composure in the next second.

"Master Shen, when are you going to Jiangcheng? I can prepare in advance."

Fu Linyuan then slowly withdrew his hand, took out a wet wipe and wiped his fingertips, as elegantly as if he had just finished a meal.

"Then", he raised his eyes, his eyes officially falling on Wen Yiran for the first time, "I wish Miss Wen a great time with me."

Zhou Muye didn't notice the clue, "Yiran, why don't you thank Mr. Fu?"

Wen Yirou smiled and looked to her side, "Thank you, Mr. Fu."

Shen Zhihao smiled with satisfaction and raised his glass, "Deal, next week, Yiran, I will ask my assistant to contact you tomorrow to arrange the itinerary."

"Okay, Master Shen."

After the banquet ended, Fu Linyuan left first.

Wen Yiran went to the bathroom, and Zhou Muye was waiting for her in the lobby.

Just coming out of the partition, Wen Yiran looked up and saw Shen Jinghong.

After Shen Jinghong washed his hands, he saw her in the mirror and turned around to look at her.

"Are you the one who was with Linyuan last time... Wen Yiran?"

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