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

Chapter 16 Husband is not Mr. Fu

Standing by the bathtub, his trousers were wet from the splashed water.

Fu Yancheng never thought that he would be called husband by a woman.
When he spoke, his voice became hoarse.

"Go out by yourself when you wake up."

The clothes on Sheng Mian's body were completely soaked, and every inch of line was clearly outlined.

The heat in her body began to rise again, she smiled tactfully at Fu Yancheng, struggling to get out of the bathtub.

Without any hesitation on Fu Yancheng's handsome and stern face, he pushed the person back, turned on the shower, and sprayed cold water on her head.

Sheng Mian was forced to close her eyes, she was so uncomfortable that she was about to collapse.

Fu Yancheng slowed down his strength, thinking about letting her wake up here alone, before she could stand up in the future, her collar was grabbed, and she leaned forward.

The moment he realized it, he got up, and walked out without checking whether the person in the bathtub was alive or dead.

"Bang!" The bathroom door was slammed shut.

Back in the living room, he sat silently on the sofa and glanced coldly out of the window.

When Qi Shen came in, he felt that the temperature in the room was extremely low, and everything seemed to be frozen with ice.

He noticed that Fu Yancheng's trousers were half wet and hadn't changed. He frowned slightly, but he didn't dare to ask further questions.

"President, this is the document to be used tomorrow, and the online meeting will start in about half an hour."

Fu Yancheng nodded indifferently, and heard a sound from the bathroom, which seemed to be the sound of a heavy object falling to the ground.

He frowned and ignored it.

And Qi Shen glanced in the direction of the closed bathroom in doubt, was it his hallucination just now?
How do you feel there is movement inside?

After explaining the itinerary, he made a gesture to leave, but he heard Fu Yancheng order: "Bring over a set of ladies' clothes later."

A look of surprise appeared on Qi Shen's face, anyone could hide their beauty in a golden house, but they, Mr. Fu, couldn't, so who would be in the bathroom?
"What's the size?"

A general impression came to Fu Yancheng's mind, and he frowned, "One size fits all."

Qi Shen nodded and backed out.

Fu Yancheng looked down at the documents, and didn't get up to check the situation in the bathroom. It was already out of good education that he didn't throw people out just now.

After reviewing the sent documents, he turned on his portable computer and started the online meeting.

"Remove all the lengthy reports and focus on the key points."

Those present at the meeting dared not say much, guessing that he was probably in a bad mood tonight.

In the bathroom, Sheng Mian soaked under the stimulation of cold water for almost an hour, and his head finally woke up.

She looked up at her surroundings, her face turned pale, and she quickly lowered her head to check herself.

Fortunately, he was still wearing the clothes before going out.

This is a hotel?

She stood up against the wall and bit her lip hard, the pain made her more awake.

He was helped into the car by two men, and then what?
In the mirror, his cheeks were still flushed, frowning slightly, and some fragments flashed through his mind.

It seems that I have seen Fu Yancheng, and I seem to have
Sheng Mian only felt that his brain hit the rocks suddenly, especially when he remembered how many times he grabbed him and called her husband without any restraint?

Feeling hot from embarrassment for a moment, her thoughts briefly stalled, and after a long time of mental preparation, she opened the door of the bathroom and saw the man sitting calmly on the sofa.

Fu Yancheng listened to the meeting report, but didn't notice that she had come out. Just as he was about to say something wrong, he heard a cautious voice.

"My husband is not, Mr. Fu."

I was too nervous in my mind, and kept entangled in those few husbands, but the exit became this.

Sheng Mian's nails were almost embedded in her palm, "I'm sorry, I was just now"

Fu Yancheng's eyebrows twitched wildly, the microphone in front of him flickered, and the ongoing meeting had fallen into an eerie silence.

He had the urge to strangle this woman to death, so he directly interrupted the meeting, and looked up at her with a gloomy face.

(End of this chapter)