Ex-wife strategy: Mr. Fu wants to spoil me

Chapter 1067 I want to protect my woman
Sheng Mian was too lazy to watch her act, and quietly finished the food on the dinner plate.

Fu Yancheng didn't look at the other side, but put his cheek on one hand and looked at her with a smile, as if watching her eat was very interesting.

When Sheng Mian ate half of one and wanted to eat more, he was pinned down by one of his fingertips.

"Cold food, eat less, be careful of stomach pain."

She had no choice but to let go.

Fu Yancheng calmly took the wet tissue next to her, grabbed her hand, and lowered his head to wipe fingertips one by one, as if her fingers were some kind of artwork.

He was so involved in it that he didn't notice that everyone in the scene was watching him.

Sheng Mian was also engrossed in watching it, so she didn't notice the strange atmosphere at the scene at all.

After a long time, Lin Jing said something.

"Cousin, Wen Sihe said that Xie Feng called you, but you didn't answer, so let you go back."

When Wen Sihe said this just now, Fu Yancheng was still wiping Sheng Mian's hands, so he didn't hear him, but his words made everyone look this way.

There were surprises, envy, and disbelief on everyone's faces.

It's all for Fu Yancheng to carry things for Sheng Mian, but now just because she ate a king crab, he wipes her fingers so pamperingly, and does it so happily, does she have no hands?

What kind of ecstasy soup did Sheng Mian pour this person into?

Sang Jiu gritted his teeth in annoyance, feeling that the blood in his whole body was boiling and flowing backwards.

She kept saying that she liked Fu Yancheng, and now the more Fu Yancheng doted on Sheng Mian in front of this group of people, the more she slapped her, Miss Sang, in the face!
"Such a big man, can't he wipe his hands?"

Her words broke everyone's associations.

Fu Yancheng folded the tissue in his hand, slowly threw it into the trash can next to him, and only replied.

"none of your business."

Sang Jiu's face turned pale for being so unrestrained.

Sang Ting'an couldn't stand it anymore.

"Mr. Fu, my sister didn't say anything serious. I heard that Fu's has already opened up the film and television market. It is very likely that the two companies will cooperate in the future."

This phrase takes things up to a commercial level.

Fu Yancheng leaned back, and the eyes of the two collided in the air.

"Mr. Sang, you want to protect your sister, and I want to protect my woman. There is a saying that the one who flirts first is cheap. Mianmian is quite well-behaved tonight, but she didn't take the initiative to say a word to your sister. If your sister can keep her mouth shut next time, I believe we can still get along in harmony."

As soon as she finished speaking, Sheng Mian's cell phone rang, it was an unfamiliar number.

She got up, patted Fu Yancheng on the shoulder, and said something.

"I'm going to answer the phone, don't talk about it, I don't think Mr. Sang is a bad guy."

This sentence instantly made Fu Yancheng very upset, he snorted coldly, folded his hands on his chest, and his eyes became more indifferent.

It was also the first time for Sang Tingan to have close contact with Fu Yancheng. He only knew a little about Fu Yancheng when he was investigating some things in North America.

But no one could find out the bigger details, and no one knew how the teenage Fu Yancheng managed to take over the underground fighting arena, which was a three-way zone.

He doesn't like to have this kind of verbal disputes with others, not to mention that Sang Jiu really likes Fu Yancheng, so he doesn't have the upper hand.

His brows frowned, and Wen Sihe at the scene hurried to smooth things over.

"There is a mahjong parlor inside, do you want to play mahjong together, Yancheng, you come too, let's make up the number."

So everyone should eat, and Wen Sihe dragged Fu Yancheng to the nearby mahjong parlor.

The mahjong hall is full of floor-to-ceiling windows, and there are many potted plants inside. The air is particularly good.

There were several other people who came in. Fu Yancheng sat in one of the seats, but Sang Tingan sat next to him.

Wen Sihe pulled another man over, and the four men started playing mahjong.

But Sang Jiu wanted to come over to mix it up. She stood beside Sang Ting'an, asking him to play this card for a while, and then let him play that card for a while.

Sang Ting'an had a good temper, bent a finger, and tapped on her forehead.

"You are the one who talks the most in the audience."

Sang Jiu sat down next to him, so Fu Yancheng was on her left and Sang Tingan was on her right.

She said a few words to Sang Ting'an, then turned her head to look at Fu Yancheng with a crooked smile.

"Yancheng, what card do you need?"

The strange man on the other side laughed, "Miss Sang really likes President Fu very much."

Sang Jiu immediately became shy.

"Of course, I mean him."

(End of this chapter)