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

Chapter 22 What Does Your Husband Do?
"My husband is just an ordinary programmer."

He picked a lie casually, and continued solemnly, "Marriage needs to be maintained by both parties, and he can't work so hard alone."

She pushed the coffee to Fu Yancheng, and smiled decently: "Although I don't make much money, I take care of my family."

What Sheng Mian said was the image of her qualified partner in her own imagination.

Obviously, Fu Yancheng was far from this image in every aspect.

"What about Mr. Fu, the lady just said that you are married. I don't know what kind of person your wife is?"

Sheng Mian just picked up a random topic to ask, in order to shorten the distance with the customer.

After all, this person doesn't even know her name and appearance, so he can expect an answer from him.

Fu Yancheng frowned slightly, and answered honestly, "I don't know."

However, she dragged on and refused to divorce, and even the divorce agreement was sent to the Sheng family, but the woman didn't respond.

What is she waiting for?
It's nothing more than wanting to continue chasing Fu Shi like a moth.

Sheng Mian was surprised at his magnanimity, just as the waiter came to serve the dishes, she also changed the subject.

"Chef Bell is an art lover, and the most powerful thing is to integrate famous paintings into food."

Three exquisite dishes were brought up, the colors seemed chaotic, but they complemented each other.

"Boss Fu, please."

Sheng Mian felt that the double image in front of her eyes was getting worse and worse, she just wanted to finish the task from the short conversation and go to the hospital as soon as possible.

But Fu Yancheng was holding a coffee cup and casually asked, "How do you know I have a stomach problem?"

She was taken aback for a moment, "Guess, I heard that Fu is always a workaholic, and I think he often doesn't eat on time."

In fact, when I was on the phone with Mr. Fu, the old man complained that Fu Yancheng was too obsessed with work and often had stomach problems.

He can only hope that Sheng Mian will remind and take care of him more.

Sheng Mian couldn't take advantage of the old man's kindness, so he had to agree every time.

However, in the past three years of marriage, the two have not even seen each other once.

The following dishes came up one after another, Sheng Mian briefly introduced each one, and observed Fu Yancheng's reaction by the way.

But Fu Yancheng was the person she had ever seen who could control micro-expressions the most. After seven times, the other party didn't even tremble his eyelashes.

Sheng Mian couldn't tell which one he preferred.

Even when picking up vegetables, I only tasted it a few times before putting down the knife and fork.

No one likes it?

She even doubted whether Lin Jing's information was correct. If Fu Yancheng had studied art-related things before, he shouldn't have such a shallow reaction.

"Miss Penny?"

"penny?"

Sheng Mian came back to her senses, only to realize that Fu Yancheng was already standing in front of her, her brows furrowed slightly.

Her head was blank, as if the memory of the previous period was lost, she hurriedly said, "I'll go to pay the bill."

Fu Yancheng glanced at her. If her expression was not too sincere at this time, he would really think that she was thinking about how to deliberately escape the order just now.

The waiter put the bill in front of her, but she didn't respond, so she had no choice but to put the POS machine at Fu Yancheng's.

Fu Yancheng thought it was funny, swiped his card, and saw that Sheng Mian was still in a daze.

"It's over."

Sheng Mian stopped in embarrassment, got up too fast, already dizzy, leaned towards him unexpectedly.

Fu Yancheng wanted to avoid it, but noticed that it was not far from the escalator, hesitated a little, and fell into his arms.

It was only then that she realized that her whole body was burning hot.

The cold fragrance from the man's body rushed into his nostrils, and Shengmian's confused brain resumed functioning. Regardless of the discomfort, he forced himself to back away, "Sorry, I may have caught a cold last night."

catch cold?

Seeing her pale face, Fu Yancheng wondered if this person must have soaked in cold water all night, right?

"Since you're married, why didn't you notify your husband to pick you up last night?"

With that kind of medicine, it is much more comfortable to have someone help you than to take it yourself.

(End of this chapter)