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

Zhuang Wan gave up and got up and went to the bathroom to take a bath.

After taking off her clothes, her body was covered with bruises from being kicked, including the corners of her mouth.

The woman in the mirror has lost too much weight and her eyes look big.

After taking a shower and going out, Xie Feng hadn't left yet. She didn't quite understand his thoughts and didn't rush him.

After making herself a bowl of hot cereal, she felt a little stronger.

While standing in the kitchen washing dishes, her doorbell rang.

She stood on the video phone and took a look and found that it was the property.

"Miss Zhuang."

The property management staff stood outside and shouted.

Zhuang Wan quickly opened the door and saw the property manager holding a puppy in his hand.

"Ms. Zhuang, this is a puppy found in the community. It was thrown into a pool last time and was rescued by a passerby. But after asking around, I don't know whose family it ran out from. Someone just said It may be yours. It has been in the property lobby during this period, but it likes to bark too much. Check to see if it belongs to your home."

Zhuang Wan felt as if someone had tapped his acupuncture points. He was stunned for a long time before he took the gray puppy from the hands of the property management staff.

Wangwang curled up and whimpered.

She trembled her lips and didn't know what to say until she closed the door.

Turning her head, she remembered that Xie Feng was still there, and quickly said, "Xie Feng, look at Wangwang."

After saying only a few words, she quickly stopped, lowered her eyes, and quietly stroked Wangwang's back.

Last time Wenqing carried Wangwang downstairs, she felt dirty and threw it into the pond to drown, but she didn't know that Wangwang had been rescued.

Xie Feng held a cigarette between his fingertips. When Zhuang Wan called him just now, his eyes were bright.

During this period, her eyes had always been gray and never looked so bright at all.

His heart was touched by that shining look, as if something was passing through his chest, stinging him a little.

The cigarette butt burned, and the ashes fell to the ground.

Zhuang Wan also knew that she had been too complacent just now. She remembered the scene when she and Xie Feng first discovered Wangwang.

Now that Wangwang was lost and found, she instantly forgot the pain she had experienced during this period.

She is one of those people who can be cured with just a little bit of sugar.Wangwang smelled his master's scent and began to wag his tail desperately.

Zhuang Wan raised it very well before, but now it has lost a lot of weight and its screams are louder and pitiful.

Zhuang Wan took it to the dog bowl and saw it burying its head in it and eating hard, and his heart suddenly softened.

At the window, Xie Feng threw away the cigarette butts.

Just as Zhuang Wan was about to stand up, someone pressed his back.

She was pinned down on the bed, unable to move.

When Xie Feng came in, she felt pain and her fingers tightly grasped the sheets under her body.

Xie Feng's hand went from her back to the back of her neck and held her back.

Her head sank into the soft quilt, which was like a unilateral vent on his part.

The bed board creaked for a long time.

When it was over, he pressed his forehead against her back and panted slightly.

She had just taken a shower and her body smelled like shower gel.

Xie Feng often smelled this kind of fragrance before.

Pulling away, he grabbed the quilt next to him and covered her with it.

Zhuang Wan said nothing, she only had a trace of reason left.

Xie Feng's clothes were not in a mess. He simply adjusted his pants and threw a card on the bed.

The card was so light that it had no weight when it fell on the bed.

He glanced at her, frowned, and left without saying anything.

Zhuang Wan lay on the bed, her body hurt, every part of her body hurt, but she didn't have the energy to think about unnecessary things. She quickly loosened her grip on the sheets and fell asleep.

Xie Feng returned downstairs and did not drive away immediately.

His hands were on the steering wheel, and his body was still soaked in the afterglow. (End of chapter)