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

Chapter 1385: What are you looking at? There’s something wrong with my face?

Chapter 1385: What are you looking at? There’s something wrong with my face?

Sheng Mian walked to the bed and touched his chest with her fingertips. His breathing began to become unsteady and he looked at her eagerly.

His tone changed when he was held by her fingertips.

Stunning eyebrows flashed across his satisfied feet.

Sheng Mian had never done this before. He probably only lasted half an hour because he was too excited.

But he didn't feel ashamed at all, his chest was covered with sweat and his fingertips were wrapped around hers.

"Mianmian, you are so amazing."

The uncomfortable person turned into Sheng Mian in an instant, and she threw away her hand.

"When your wound is completely healed, we will think about how to deal with Qin Bohuai next. There is a high probability that he already knows that the place is destroyed."

Fu Yancheng sat on the bedside and panted, his already stunning eyebrows tinged with beauty.

"Ah."

During breakfast, there were people sitting around the dining table. After all, there were quite a few core personnel in the fighting arena, the most important of whom was Sister Hong.

This is the first time Sister Hong has seen anyone since Fu Yancheng was injured, because Sheng Mian has been protecting people too tightly these days.

She originally wanted to ask Shengmian a few words, but Shengmian used the knife and fork quietly, as if she didn't want to pay attention to anyone.

Sister Hong instantly understood that although she and Fu Yancheng had discussed this move together, she had indeed fired the shot and it had indeed hurt Fu Yancheng.

Before Fu Yancheng's wound healed, Sheng Mian couldn't swallow the air in her chest.

But after all, she was her future boss's wife, so Sister Hong took the initiative to speak.

"Sheng Mian, you haven't been to the three floors below this fighting arena, right? The games inside are all life-threatening. In the past, Yancheng often went there to fight with people."

Sheng Mian paused at the knife and fork in her hand and frowned.

"What's he doing fighting?"

"Don't you know? Although he is an underground boss, he also has the identity of god, a famous boxer. Very few people know his identity. When those people talk about him, they say that he is not willing to die, but Game Who is the most critical person in the field, but all of us combined are not as crazy as him, you don’t know him.”

Before she finished speaking, she saw Fu Yancheng, who was sitting next to Sheng Mian, winking and winking.

Sister Hong herself fell in love more than ten years ago. She has long forgotten the feeling of falling in love, let alone loving someone. She definitely doesn't want the other person to participate in such a life-threatening game.

She originally wanted to use Fu Yancheng's topic to get closer to Sheng Mian, but now she realized that she had gotten into trouble.

He quietly took a look at Sheng Mian's face. Sure enough, her face was ugly, and she was holding the knife and fork tightly with both hands.

Sister Hong heard her asking Fu Yancheng coldly. "So do you often end up in person?"

"No, that was all a long time ago."

Afraid that she wouldn't believe it, Fu Yancheng quickly held her hand and said, "Really, God is a title given by others when he was young."

"Are you the youngest now?"

Her tone became colder.

Fu Yancheng didn't know what to say for a moment and looked at Sister Hong.

Sister Hong immediately lowered her head and pretended to eat, as if she didn't want to participate.

Sheng Mian put down the knife and fork.

"Have you ever done anything since we met?"

Fu Yancheng was about to say no, but then he suddenly remembered that it seemed that he had indeed done something.

But he is stubborn.

"No, really, you believe me."

As soon as he finished speaking, a glass of juice was thrown on his face.

Sheng Mian was so angry that her chest was shaking. Ordinary people cherished their lives, but Fu Yancheng always did such things to seek death.

It is impossible to imagine how dangerous the fighting arena is in such a no-care zone.

He has already lived a life of being a master, but he still has to experience this kind of life of licking blood from the edge of a knife.

Fu Yancheng didn't dare to speak for a moment and just wiped a handful of juice on his face.

Sheng Mian got up and left here directly.

After she left, others on the field dared to look at Fu Yancheng's face.

To be honest, in all their years in the fighting arena, they have never seen anyone dare to slap the boss in the face like this.

I thought Fu Yancheng would be angry, but he just took out a tissue and his tone was very calm.

"Why are you looking at me? There's something wrong with my face?"

(End of this chapter)

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