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

Chapter 1275 I know, you are not Fu Yancheng
"Fu Yancheng, I'm hungry."

She fumbled for the stairs beside her, trying to go down.

But Fu Yancheng approached and hugged her horizontally.

"I'll carry you down so you don't fall."

"it is good."

She nodded, and was hugged obediently by him, and she smelled the reassuring cold fragrance from him again.

When she sat downstairs in the living room, she raised her hand and touched the table.

Soon a prepared light dinner was served in front of her.

Fu Yancheng held the spoon and said, "I'll feed you."

"it is good."

She smiled and opened her mouth to eat.

After eating, Fu Yancheng helped her go upstairs to rest.

"Fu Yancheng, didn't you say it's daytime? Can I sit on the sofa for a while?"

She doesn't want to sleep yet.

"Mianmian, you need to rest more, so that your eyes can recover faster."

"Ok."

She didn't say anything else, she was helped to the room, and after sitting on the bed, she suddenly put her arms around his waist.

"I can't sleep alone, can you sleep with me?"

"Come right away, I still have work to do."

"Oh, then go get busy."

Sheng Mian let go of his waist and heard his footsteps slowly leaving.

She frowned, took a deep breath and sniffed the smell in the room, the smell of incense was everywhere.

She squatted down slowly, touched the floor with her fingertips, and her whole body froze.

The things in Yujingyuan were designed by her, and she kept every detail in her heart, especially the floor of Yujingyuan.

It was the wooden floor that she personally went to You County to find. That wooden floor was very rare, and it was gone every year when it was sold out.

She went to You County several times for this batch of wooden floors.

The room she is staying in now is very similar to Yujingyuan.

Especially the comfort of the bed, the door, and the details of the dining table are all exactly the same as those in Yujingyuan.

Because the materials of these brands are international brands, it is easy to find the same ones, but it is difficult to find wooden floors.

This is not Yujingyuan, but someone built her a house similar to Yujingyuan.

The man just now was not Fu Yancheng, but someone pretended to be Fu Yancheng.

The Lengxiang on his body is exactly the same as that of Fu Yancheng, but it has an artificial smell.

Sheng Mian panicked for a while, her expression changed, but she was groping around for everything in this room.

I found that the layout of this room was exactly the same as that in Yujingyuan, and even the material of the curtains was the same.

If she hadn't discovered the clues of the floor, there would be no way to know the truth.

Her palms were covered with sweat, but she had no choice but to lie down on the bed and pretend she didn't notice it.

When she woke up after sleeping, there was still no one in her room.

She hated not being able to see anything and groped her way into the bathroom.

All the furnishings in the bathroom are exactly the same as Yujingyuan, so who is this man who locked her up?
Is it Mr. K, or someone else?

Her palms were trembling slightly, but she had to calm down!
After washing, she took a deep breath and groped downstairs.

There was a voice from the kitchen. She heard Fu Yancheng's voice. He seemed to be asking the chef how to chop vegetables.

She groped to the kitchen door and heard him ask.

"Mianmian, why don't you sleep more?"

It's so much like Fu Yancheng, even the tone of the pause is exactly the same.

Sheng Mian was very anxious, but she still pretended to be calm.

"Are you cooking yourself? Can I come over and help you? Just teach me."

"it is good."

He led her, walked slowly towards the kitchen, washed her hands first, and then put the knife in her hands.

The corners of his mouth curved, taking this as the interest between the two of them.

Sheng Mian asked, "What are you cooking now?"

"To make dumplings, the broth is stewed in the pot. You can eat fried dumplings or boiled dumplings."

As soon as the words fell, Sheng Mian took the knife in his hand, turned around, and stabbed straight into his shoulder.

If she could see it, the knife would have pierced his heart.

The servant who was still standing in the kitchen was startled and screamed.

"Mr. Fu!"

Sheng Mian grabbed the knife indifferently, frowning.

"I know, you are not Fu Yancheng."

Fu Yancheng took the knife from her hand, took the wet tissue next to her and wiped the blood on her palm, and then asked the bodyguards to take her to sit on the sofa.

When Qin Bohuai rushed over, he heard Sheng Mian asking, "Who the hell are you? This is not Yujingyuan."

Fu Yancheng's forehead was covered with cold sweat. He took off his home clothes and leaned on the sofa next to him.

Qi Shen was in a hurry, "Doctor Qin, do you need stitches?"

Qin Bohuai nodded, and began to suture the wound proficiently.

Sheng Mian finally realized something was wrong. Her mind was in a mess, so she yelled first.

"Qi Shen?"

"Miss Sheng, I'm here."

Sheng Mian couldn't see the face, but felt that the voice was exactly the same as Qi Shen. Was this group of people good at imitating, or was she wrong?

But she was sure that the floor she touched was different from that of Yujingyuan.

She groped and squatted down slowly, and touched the floor with her fingertips again.

She was taken aback, how could this be so.
Now the floor touched is exactly the same as Yujingyuan.

Then the man she just hurt is really Fu Yancheng?

(End of this chapter)