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

Chapter 128 Deliberately Avoiding Suspicion But Being Hypocritical

Sheng Mian was really sleepy at the moment, if Fu Yancheng came one minute later, she would probably have fallen asleep leaning against the wall.

So when she heard the sound of the elevator opening and closing, her eyes lit up, she looked up, and her attitude immediately became respectful.

"Mr. Fu."

For the slight light in her eyes, Fu Yancheng was somewhat pleased, so his expression softened.

He swiped his card to enter the door, Sheng Mian followed behind him, and put the thermal box on the coffee table.

"Boss Fu, this is the soup for tonight."

The insulation box is pink and looks very delicate.

Fu Yancheng never thought that Sheng Mian would use such a color insulation box.

She feels very capable at work, and she always has something to say.

Surprise flashed across his eyes, but he only undid two buttons of his suit.

After Sheng Mian delivered the soup, he wanted to leave. After all, he was alone here, so it was easy for him to think that he might have other ideas.

"Then Mr. Fu, drink slowly."

Sheng Mian turned to leave, when he heard him say, "Don't you take the heat preservation box back?"

Sheng Mian really wanted to say no, but thought that Shanxiao might not have any extra for the time being, after all, she seldom went to live in Shanxiao.

And I always felt that what Fu Yancheng said meant that he wanted to wait until he finished eating before leaving?

Sheng Mian also sat down, with a magnanimous posture that even surprised Fu Yancheng.

"Then I'll wait for Mr. Fu to finish eating before leaving."

In Sheng Mian's heart, Fu Yancheng was a client and her legal husband who was about to divorce.

To put it bluntly, I have done more intimate things, but deliberately avoiding suspicion seems hypocritical.

It would be bad for Fu Yancheng to think she was playing hard to get.

So calm down may make a good impression on the contrary.

Fu Yancheng raised his eyebrows, since there is a kitchen in the suite, his original intention was to make the other party cook up the soup.

It was nine o'clock now, and she was delivering soup to the male client, and she was still waiting in the hotel room for the male client to finish the soup, which would take at least an hour.

What was she thinking?

Fu Yancheng frowned, he just wanted her to go to the kitchen to get a bowl, but when he looked up, he found that Sheng Mian had actually fallen asleep leaning on the sofa.

Sheng Mian was indeed too sleepy. She didn't sleep last night. She drove for several hours from the county seat to the imperial city by herself, and then she was busy making soup.

As soon as he calmed down at this moment, severe sleepiness hit him.

Fu Yancheng had never seen anyone who could fall asleep in less than a minute, pretending?
He approached, and what he heard was her light breathing, and there were faint dark circles on the eyelids. He remembered what she said last night that he was going to the county town, and he immediately felt relieved.

Fu Yancheng no longer cared about her, but turned around and took off his suit, and unbuttoned his white shirt.

The body line is clean and neat, and the slender figure and thin waist can be seen at a glance.

You can faintly see the explosive feeling under the tight muscles.

Sheng Mian has already experienced his ferocity on the bed, but obviously has no chance to appreciate it at this moment.

Fu Yancheng casually threw the suit aside and went into the bathroom.

When he came out, he saw Sheng Mian pulled off his suit, probably because he felt cold, he covered himself.

Fu Yancheng frowned, walked up to her, and tried to pull out the suit, but Sheng Mian pulled it tightly.

A rare irritability appeared in Fu Yancheng's eyes, and he didn't understand how things could turn out to be like this when it was just a gift of soup.

Taking a deep breath, he simply tossed the suit and let her hold it.

It happened that Wen Sihe called, so he went to the balcony to answer it.

"Yancheng, are you out drinking?"

Wen Sihe had a smile on his face, holding the wine glass in his hand, "By the way, I'm writing a new script recently. If that penny comes to you, please tell me the details of the relationship between you, maybe I will have inspiration for writing."

"roll."

Fu Yancheng made a gesture to hang up, but Wen Sihe seemed to smell an unusual atmosphere.

"Your tone is a little less gloomy than before. I hit it off. That beauty will be in your bed, right? Who said that you will stay on the night of your wedding with the Xiao family for the first time. "

Fu Yancheng's face darkened suddenly, and somehow he thought of the first time with Sheng Mian.

That was indeed his first time, completely following his body's instincts, and he didn't expect to leave so many marks on her body.

What was even more unexpected to him was that it was a married woman who left him such an unforgettable night.

His Adam's apple rolled, he dispelled other thoughts in his mind, and directly hung up Wen Sihe's phone call.

(End of this chapter)