Master Fu's metaphysical wife is out of the circle

How Much Does Chapter 2 Cost?

Faced with this man who has no emotional foundation, Yan Zhen also doesn't want to make false claims to him.

She straightened her waist and said boldly: "Mr. Fu, although we have become husband and wife, we have no feelings for each other, so please keep a safe distance from me. It is not appropriate for you to come in now."

"Ah!"

Fu Yan scoffed in disdain, and stood in front of Yan Zhen lazily.

His stalwart figure blocked Yan Zhen like a wall, the shower on his head was not turned off, and the water droplets kept pouring on his body. The wet white shirt pressed against his skin, outlining his toned and muscular lines.

Yan Zhen's cheeks were slightly flushed, and her throat rolled slightly from nervousness.

She looked away, raised her foot and walked out, "Mr. Fu, I'll let you wash first!"

Fu Yan grabbed Yan Zhen's wrist fiercely, took a step closer, and pushed Yan Zhen against the wall. The cold tiles on his back stimulated his skin, and Yan Zhen's breathing was stagnant.

Before she could react, Fu Yan reached out and roughly tore off her towel.

Yan Zhen's eyes widened.

She guessed what Fu Yan wanted to do, subconsciously covered herself with her hands, and said in a slightly angry tone, "Mr. Fu, marriage is for the elders to watch, but there is no need to consummate the house, you don't have to go to this level."

Fu Yan acted as if he had never heard of it. His slender fingers untied the shirt on his body, as if in a hurry, he simply pulled it hard, and the buttons fell all over the floor, hitting the floor tiles with a crisp jumping sound, as if hitting Yan Zhen's heart .

Yan Zhen wanted to struggle subconsciously, but the man reached out and pinched her chin, raised her face abruptly, leaned close to her ear and sneered:
"What? Didn't you marry me for this reason?"

Yan Zhen was startled, her eyebrows and eyes curved.

"Mr. Fu, it's not impossible for you to do it if you want to, but let me tell you first, I don't have the money to pay you. I don't know what the price is for the high-ranking President Fu, Bao Ye?"

The arrogant Fu Yan.

The heir of the dignified first consortium.

Born to be held in a high position and look down on everything.

Where has he been so humiliated?

Yan Zhen gently touched his strong chest with her fingers. Fu Yan's figure was excellent and full of allure.

Fu Yan picked up Yan Zhen, kissed her neck, and whispered softly in her ear: "It depends on you, whether you can bear it."

Yan Zhen squinted her eyes comfortably, she would not be at a loss if she slept with the man all the women in the city wanted.

The bathroom was filled with thick water mist, hazy intertwined figures.

In the middle of the night, Fu Yan looked at the exhausted woman who was limp in a puddle of water, sneered in a low voice, let her go, wrapped herself in a bathrobe and left the bathroom.

When Yan Zhen came out, Fu Yan had already put on his clothes, and was sitting on the sofa in human appearance, with his slender legs crossed casually, staring at Yan Zhen from above.

Yan Zhen was a little surprised, she didn't expect Fu Yan not to leave.

She stopped and leaned against the wall to stand firm: "What else do you want?"

"Wanying will live in to recuperate tomorrow, she doesn't want to see you, so you move out."

Wanying?

It sounds like a girl's name.

Yan Zhen understands!
Is this after eating her up and wiping her clean, and letting her abdicate?
"Mr. Fu, I can move out."

She outlined slightly red and swollen lips and looked at the indifferent man in front of her, "But let me remind you, if that thing of yours really lives in it, your health will only get worse and worse. If you live here with a normal physique, you won't be able to bear it."

"Wanying is nothing."

"Well, she is indeed not a thing, but she will indeed be overwhelmed."

"Heh!" Fu Yan smiled lowly, and a hint of interest flashed in his eyes: "Can she explain it differently, is there nothing else in your mind except that kind of thing?"

Yan Zhen's eyes paused slightly, realizing that Fu Yan had misinterpreted her meaning, and explained with some headache: "Where are you going? You are like a bull, and you will suffer if you do it..."

never mind!

Yan Zhen complained halfway, and realized that she was off topic.

She got down to business: "Mr. Fu, when this house was being built, a female student died, right? Although ten years have passed, the body of that student has already been cremated, but her soul is still here."

This is why women who come here are always unlucky.

But her Yan Zhen is different. Not only is she living in peace, but she can also find a way to restore the house to normal and become a prosperous house with smooth wind and water.

"You guys who come from the mountains like to talk about gods and gods."

Fu Yan didn't believe that, and didn't take Yan Zhen's words to heart.

He stretched out his hand and tugged at his suit, stood up and walked towards the door: "For the sake of you gnashing your teeth and enduring me, I will buy you a house again, and I will provide you with a down payment as your reward for tonight. "

Yan Zhen refused: "I don't need it."

Fu Yan stopped at the door without looking back: "I'm notifying you, not negotiating with you. If you don't have the money to pay the balance, you can come to me. With me, you can sell it at a good price."

Yan Zhen pulled the corner of her lips.

Do men who hold grudges think that being handsome can do whatever they want?
It's a pity that there is no one in her place who can hold her face and commit murder.

At dawn, Yan Zhen had already written the divorce agreement, signed it and put it on the bedside table.

In her dictionary, the word 'tolerance' does not exist.

If Fu Yan dared to ask her to abdicate on the wedding night, she dared to kick Fu Yan on the wedding night.

Yan Zhen walked out of the villa and looked up at the stars in the sky, as if she was talking to herself: "Grandpa, I'm married, but you never said you couldn't leave, right? I'm going to fulfill your last wish, You'll understand me, right?"

Fu Yan wants to raise a woman, yes.

It's just a pair of broken shoes she used to wear, anyone who wants them can take them.

...

Five years later.

On the [-]th birthday of the old man of the Fu family, he hosted a banquet for all the dignitaries in the city.

The gorgeous manor was full of luxury cars, and the traffic was huge. The butler, his servants and bodyguards were too busy to touch the ground.

"Mommy, people are going to drown me."

The little milk baby in a pink skirt squeezed into the crowd, with two eyebrows slightly furrowed on her delicate and cute face, and her milky voice attracted many people's attention.

Surrounded by exclamations, they all praised her for being cute and cute.

The little guy blinked his big eyes like black grapes, smiled and waved to everyone.

She looked around, and finally looked at the elegant woman wearing a cheongsam beside her: "Mommy, is this Daddy's house? He doesn't look poor! How could he run away from his wife?"

Yan Zhen held a Zen fan in her hand and shook it gently. Her big sunglasses were placed on the bridge of her nose, covering half of her face, and her voice was as light as a breeze: "Don't talk nonsense, your father died a long time ago."

"Mommy, adults can't tell lies, they will teach children badly."

Yan Bao blinked her beautiful eyes: "I asked Grandpa Lu to figure it out, and Grandpa Lu said that my father-daughter relationship with Dad is endless, and your husband-wife relationship with Dad is also endless, and you two will love each other for 50 years! "

Yan Zhen was startled, put up her guard, and looked down at her daughter, "Cub, how much did you pay for it?"

(End of this chapter)