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

Chapter 1092 Has Sheng Mian Really Never Been Heartbroken?

Seven o'clock in the evening.

In the imperial city area.

Fu Yancheng looked at the information in his hand, without blinking.

In the evening, he went to the old house and sorted out some of the old man's belongings.

The old man's relics are very few, and he has not left anything extra for future generations. Now most of Fu's stocks are held in Fu Yancheng's hands, no matter how much other people fight, they can't make any trouble.

Fu Yancheng hoped that by giving the old man time to sort out the relics, he would stop thinking about Sheng Mian in his mind.

But the string of passwords that could open the box was like a needle piercing into the deepest part of his heart.

He remembered again, when he went to rescue Sheng Mian and encountered an earthquake, that door could never be opened.

When he was in a coma, he saw Sheng Mian trying the password indiscriminately, and finally the door opened.

At that time, he trusted her so much that he never thought that it could not be a coincidence. How could someone unlock the correct password after just a few attempts.

He never doubted her purpose, and his mind was full of the life and death they had experienced together.

Now that I think about it, that string of passwords is Fu Xingzhou's birthday, which is the same as the password of her box.

Maybe all her passwords are those numbers.

Fu Yancheng felt shocked just thinking about it, as if he had been slapped several times on the face.

When I went hiking that day, the air in the forest was so fragrant. She lay on his back and whispered to him about her childhood. Occasionally, she would swing her legs on his back like a child. , Distressed to wipe his sweat.

At that time, he hoped that the road could go on forever, until there was no end in sight.

Fu Yancheng laughed at herself. If she was acting, then her acting skills were too high.

Did Sheng Mian really not have a heartbeat?

He almost masochistically began to recall the details of the relationship between the two of them, but there was too little sweetness between them. At first it was a transactional relationship, and now it has been less than two weeks since they confirmed their relationship, so they separated.

He thought that confirming the relationship was the beginning of their love, but he didn't expect it to be over after a short flash in the pan.

Fu Yancheng sat on the sofa, feeling that he was about to merge with the surrounding darkness.

The servants of Yujingyuan left early, and now he is the only one left in the villa.

He put away the old man's belongings, and then heard the doorbell in the living room.

He didn't really want to meet people until Wen Sihe's voice came from outside.

"Yancheng, open the door."

Fu Yancheng opened the door and saw Wen Sihe holding several bottles of wine in his hand.

Xie Feng was still standing behind him, and the two entered the room on their own and closed the door.

Wen Sihe put the wine bottle in his hand on the coffee table.

"I've treasured the good wine for many years. Let's have a drink. Bo Huai will come over later, and he will arrive in about ten minutes."

These are several people who came to accompany him. Who knows that Fu Yancheng must be the one who suffers the most from the old man's death.

Wen Sihe took out a few glasses and poured the wine, only then did he notice that the villa was very dark, only a few lights were turned on, and the brightest one hadn't been turned on yet.

But no one took the initiative to open it. Perhaps such a dim scene can better hide their thoughts.

Wen Sihe reminded him after drinking a glass of wine.

"By the way, Sangjiu sucked snake venom for you that day, and passed out afterwards. She is still in the hospital. Her health is already poor. Now that she was invaded by snake venom, she walked through the gate of hell. If you It's not that something happened to the Fu family, I'm afraid Sang Ting'an has come to look for you."

He was reminding Fu Yancheng to be prepared for this matter. This time, Sang Jiu almost died because of him, and the Sang family might take advantage of the opportunity to propose a marriage.

In fact, Wen Sihe also wanted to test Fu Yancheng's current attitude towards Sheng Mian.

Fu Yancheng didn't speak, just quietly looked at the wine in the glass.

Xie Feng also seemed very quiet, and even signaled Wen Sihe with his eyes not to mention the matter of the Sang family.

Even if Fu Yancheng really planned to find Xiachun, it wasn't at this juncture of the old man's death.

Xie Feng sighed.

"Yancheng, drink a drink, maybe you will feel better."

Xie Feng already knew that Sheng Mian might be the woman Fu Xingzhou liked, if this was possible, then Sheng Mian had been deceiving Fu Yancheng.

He deceived his feelings and killed the old man.

No one knew Sheng Mian's purpose, could it be that the person she cared about had a grudge against Fu Yancheng, so she wanted to torture him in this way.

Xie Feng's pupils shrank fiercely, maybe Sheng Mian was resenting Fu Yancheng for taking away Fu Xingzhou's heir.

He thought so in his heart, and couldn't help but say it out of his mouth.

As soon as the words Fu Xingzhou came out, Fu Yancheng's grip on the cup slowly tightened.

"Oh!"

The cup was crushed directly, and his palm was covered with blood.

(End of this chapter)