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

Chapter 1070 It seems that she will still kiss her
The atmosphere in the corridor suddenly became subtle.

Sheng Mian stood at the door, thinking for a minute, but couldn't figure out how Fu Yancheng would hug Sangjiu, and looking at it like this, if they hadn't been disturbed by them, it seemed that he would still kiss her.

The moment Fu Yancheng heard the sound of the door opening, he was already awake.

He immediately pushed Sangjiu away.

It took a lot of strength, and Sang Jiu couldn't stand still, and fell directly to the ground.

Sang Ting'an strode over and punched him in the chest.

Fu Yancheng couldn't dodge in time, and took several steps back.

Sang Ting'an's face was extremely cold, and he squatted down to help Sang Jiu up, with a gentle tone, "Xiao Jiu, how is it?"

Sang Jiu nestled into his arms with red eyes, "Brother, my chest hurts, I..."

As she spoke, she began to be out of breath, her cheeks flushed.

Sang Ting'an quickly searched her body, found the medicine, and stuffed it into her mouth.

Sang Jiu sobbed and nestled in his arms, refusing to look at Fu Yancheng again.

From this appearance, one could see that Fu Yancheng had failed him.

Obviously, the atmosphere between the two of them was still so ambiguous just now.

Sang Ting'an thought it was really his sister's wishful thinking, and originally came here to persuade her, but it turned out that Fu Yancheng had people hanging on both sides.

Hehe, what is this?
Miss Sang's family, why should he be humiliated like this!
"Fu Yancheng, I don't care if you want to play with other women, but if you play with my sister, I will not let you go."

Fu Yancheng's head still hurts right now, especially when he forced himself to resist the chaos.

It's like something is struggling in my mind.

His back was covered with cold sweat, and he couldn't even hear what Sang Ting'an was saying.

Sang Tingyan held Sangjiu carefully, and his tone became colder.

"Besides, don't you already have a woman who you want to play with? My sister is different from her."

Sang Ting'an, who has never said a word of seriousness to Sheng Mian since he appeared until now, speaks a sharp sword without hesitation at this moment.

Sheng Mian stood at the door without moving, only feeling uncomfortable in his chest at this moment.

Sang Ting'an helped the poor Sang Jiu back to the room, while Fu Yancheng leaned back, hoping that the coldness of the wall would make him sober for a while.

There were only the two of them left here, Wen Sihe walked out of the elevator at this time, breaking the silence of the room.

Wen Sihe was very keen, and instantly sensed something was wrong, and his tone was yin and yang.

"Are you the door gods at the gate?"

Fu Yancheng turned his back to Sheng Mian, and Sheng Mian couldn't see his expression clearly, and didn't even wait for his explanation.

Coupled with the phone call she received, she just felt tired, and her tone was light, "Fu Yancheng, you can go to another room tonight."

After speaking, she closed the door.

Wen Sihe only wanted to tease the two of them, but he didn't expect that they were really arguing.

When Sheng Mian closed the door, he looked at Fu Yancheng in surprise.

"What happened to you?"

Fu Yancheng lowered his head, cold sweat dripping from his forehead to the ground.

Wen Sihe quickly helped him up, "Stomach trouble? I'll tell Sheng Mian."

"no need."

Fu Yancheng was anxious to find a place to rest right now, and he didn't have the energy to explain what happened just now, he just wanted to take a bath.

Wen Sihe also knew that he was a clean freak, so he would definitely not be happy to let him use someone else's bathtub, so he opened another room.

"Everything in this room is new and has been kept for you."

It turned out that this holiday villa belonged to Fu Yancheng himself.

The ones who came the most were their brothers.

After Fu Yancheng got into the bathtub, he raised his neck slightly, only feeling that the heat made his mind even less clear.

After taking a bath and getting out, he fell directly into the bed, "I'll rest for a while, dizzy."

"What's the matter? You just drank a few sips of wine, isn't it? Is there something wrong with the seafood in the afternoon?"

Now that he finished washing, Fu Yancheng didn't want to hear what he had to say, but felt noisy.

Whether it's a seafood problem or something else, he doesn't have the energy to find out right now.

It hurts so much, it hurts like it's about to tear.

Wen Sihe had no choice but to go out.

(End of this chapter)