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

Chapter 17 It's only human for Mr. Fu to despise me
Her whole body was soaked, her long hair was dripping with water, her snow-white soles without shoes just stepped on the floor, her ankles collapsed and straightened.

The toes are round and white, the nails are neatly trimmed, curled up unconsciously because of nervousness.

Fu Yancheng gave her a meaningful look, closed the computer, and sneered, "Husband? You don't intend to hide your thoughts now, do you?"

Noticing his gaze, Sheng Mian lowered her head to check herself, and found that even the outline of underwear was clearly visible under the light.

His pale face instantly turned red, and he rushed back to the bathroom as if he was about to bleed.

Not interested in continuing to watch her play hard to get, Fu Yancheng took the computer and documents aside, got up and was about to leave, when the photos inside the documents floated out and slowly landed on the floor.

Before he could pick it up, he heard the bathroom door being pushed open again.

There is no change of clothes here, Sheng Mian is wrapped in a bath towel, her wet long hair is pulled up, her entire face is exposed, her tone and movements are several times more polite than before.

"Boss Fu, I'm sorry for what happened this time."

She lowered her head and took out the card she had prepared, "I will reopen a room for you, and I am willing to compensate you for all your spiritual losses."

He rescued her from Wan Yuan'an, but she "revenged her kindness".

Being so offended by a woman you don't like.

Not throwing a tantrum is already lenient.

"Mental damage fee?"

Fu Yancheng repeated these five words to confirm that he heard correctly.

Sheng Mian was holding the bath towel with one hand, because she was uneasy, she slowly exerted force on her hand, and the bath towel was wrinkled.

Maybe there are drugs in the body.

He raised his head to look at Fu Yancheng, his eyes met, and the content organized and prepared just now became blank again.

Scenes of her clinging to someone and forcibly kissing flashed through her mind, and she felt the waves in her chest churning, and her face was still hot.

The only thing that made her breathe a sigh of relief was that seeing Fu Yancheng like this, she probably didn't know her identity yet.

"Do you think I'm short of money? Or did you say this on purpose to get my attention?"

Fu Yancheng looked her up and down.

"Why do you think I'll fall in love with you?"

During the day at the stadium, she still had the guts to tell Wan Yuanan that she was the wife of the president of the Fu family, but now she pretended to want to get rid of the relationship, her acting skills were too clumsy.

He no longer wants to stay in this room.

Bending down, he picked up the photos on the ground in an orderly manner, but the last one was at Shengmian's feet.

Sheng Mian took a step back and helped pick it up.

Just as she was about to hand it over, a look of surprise flashed across her eyes when she saw the content of the photo.

Isn't this the villa she designed?
There was some accident, so she held it in her hand and did not give it to Fu Yancheng.

Seeing her pinching the photo in a daze, Fu Yancheng frowned.

Seeing the coolness in the man's eyes, Sheng Mian immediately regained consciousness, and returned the photo, "It's only natural for Mr. Fu to look down on me, but what happened tonight is because I made a mistake first. If possible, I hope to make up for your loss in other places."

She never thought of having something to do with him, so she didn't feel uncomfortable with his slightly aggressive words, it was just embarrassing.

The tense nerves relaxed a little, and she regained her composure.

other places?

What else can it be.

Fu Yancheng gave her a cold look, and took the photo in her hand, with no superfluous expression on his indifferent face.

Turning around and walking out, she heard her say, "Did Boss Lin give you these photos?"

Fu Yancheng didn't expect that at this moment, she was still trying to keep him.

I couldn't help chuckling, and there was a slight sarcasm in my eyes, "Don't tell me, you are friends with this designer, and you want to recommend it to me."

(End of this chapter)