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

Xie Feng had his own plans in mind, so after confirming that Zhuang Wan was going, he immediately booked a flight ticket.

What's more, there are still a lot of things to do in the imperial capital. When Zhuang Wan's accident happened, Sheng Mian and the others were in trouble for a long time. Now that he is back, everyone will probably be shocked.

By that time, the past things can no longer be hidden.

In fact, Xie Feng secretly did not want to return to the Imperial Capital, because the Imperial Capital brought Zhuang Wan all bad memories.

But there are still many people who care about her. Sheng Mian, Jiang Liu, and even Fu Yancheng were all touched by her death.

Paper cannot contain the fire, there must be an explanation.

the next day.

After the family of three got on the plane, Zhuang Wan was still a little confused.

Especially when she and Xie Feng held hands with little Xie Buyan, they looked like a family.

But Xie Buyan took the initiative to hold his hand. If Zhuang Wan refused, the child would probably become autistic again.

The three of them standing together were so eye-catching that people were watching along the way.

Zhuang Wan was shy, so she walked all the way to her seat and sat down, then she breathed a sigh of relief.

Xie Feng took the blanket from the side and covered her body.

"We'll land in an hour. You can take a nap first."

Zhuang Wan shook his head. She was sitting by the window. She turned to look at the white clouds outside, which always felt a bit unreal.

The plane stopped in the imperial capital, and she and Xie Feng took the VIP channel.

After getting in the car, she looked at the building outside, which seemed a bit familiar.

But in her impression, she had never been to the Imperial Capital.

The car stopped at the Xie family's villa, which was different from the small villa she lived in in Jiangcheng. It covered an area of ​​about 4,000 square meters and had a swimming pool and a running track.

She had known for a long time that Xie Feng was rich, but before living in Jiangcheng, she had no idea how rich he was. Now she has gained some knowledge.

"I'll have someone clean up a room for you and come out."

Zhuang Wan nodded.

She didn't bring much with her this time, only a few clothes.

She was led to her room and found a lot of new clothes in the cupboard.

When she came here for the first time, she didn't think it belonged to her. Could it be that it belonged to Xie Buyan's mother?

Just as he was about to ask the servant on the side, Xie Feng walked in from outside.

"I asked someone to prepare it for you, according to your size."

"You know my size?"

She didn't even tell him.

Xie Feng felt uncomfortable inexplicably, nodded slowly, and looked away.

Zhuang Wan didn't know what to think of for a moment, and her cheeks became hot.

But they didn't do it thoroughly last time. Could he be so skilled and test her size?

I had some doubts in my heart, but didn't think much about it. "Mr. Xie, these things are too valuable, I can't accept them."

"Take it, I'll find a private teacher for Buyan, and he'll only give you more than this."

Zhuang Wan was a little stunned, thinking, is this a rich person?

"But these are still"

"It's not worth a lot of money."

After he said this, the assistant standing not far away looked up.

What do you mean by not being worth a lot of money? Every style is brought from the show, and most of them are privately customized.

Since the first year after Zhuang Wan left, every year's privately customized clothes have been sent here. There are eight rooms in the villa dedicated to clothes, and Xie Feng takes care of them himself.

No one knows what he did with the clothes.

Zhuang Wan couldn't shirk it, so she could only say sincerely: "I will stay with Xiuyan and try to get him to say a few more words every day."

Xie Feng's eyes fell on the waist she pinched out, a very thin section.

He didn't listen to what Zhuang Wan said anymore, his mind was filled with the content of that night.

"Thank you, sir."

"Xie Feng?"

Zhuang Wan shouted several times before he raised his head, "Huh?"

Her cheeks were a little red, and she looked down at her toes, "I hope we can keep a distance. Not to mention that he is autistic. The dog at home was left by his mother. He must miss his mother very much. I do too." Boyfriend, we were both out of line last time, I apologize to you, I shouldn’t have slapped you, I was also at fault, I’m sorry.”

Xie Feng looked at her serious face. He didn't know why, but he just thought her serious explanation was very cute.

But thinking about it, I feel a little tight in my chest.

If he had discovered her specialness earlier, none of those things would have happened.

See you again after four years, and it won’t be so strange.

Now that she was in his villa, he felt happy, but at the same time he was also very scared.

He never thought that one day he would be so concerned about gains and losses.

"Okay, I won't do that again."

Unless you take the initiative.

He added this in his mind and walked towards the door, "I'll go downstairs and you sort it out first. Everything in the cabinet is yours. If you want to use it, you don't have to tell anyone."

Zhuang Wan just opened a cabinet, which was full of valuable clothes.

She opened the other side and found jewelry.

How can the jewelry that can enter this home be ordinary goods.

She frowned and opened the third one, a limited edition bag on the wall.

Even though she was new to it, she still recognized the logo on it.

These values ​​are simply immeasurable. Would Xie Feng really be so kind to a tutor?

Absolutely impossible, rich people are not fools. (End of chapter)