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

Chapter 226 Like Sugar Melting In Water

Fu Yancheng pulled out his arm, and the other party nodded from the boat.

"Uncle Fang, long time no see."

Fang Congzhou stood up now, and patted him on the shoulder with a smile.

"You kid, you have been running for three years without making a sound."

It seems that since Fu Yancheng was forced to leave the country by that marriage three years ago, he has not been here.

For a while, Sheng Mian couldn't think of the relationship between the Fu family and Fang Congzhou. Maybe Fang Congzhou knew Mr. Fu, so he even called Fu Yancheng uncle.

Fang Li interjected from the side.

"I would run away too, and marry a woman I don't know at all, and I don't know what the old man thinks."

Fang Congzhou glared at her, "You can talk nonsense about other people's family affairs here. Yancheng, sit down, it happens that there are disciples of Master Zhang Rong here, we can get to know each other, they are all young talents."

Sheng Mian, as another party to that marriage, feels strangely excluded at the moment.

However, she was not familiar with these people at all, and she was not disappointed. She just nodded politely when Fang Congzhou introduced them.

"Boss Fang, Mr. Fu and I already know each other."

When Fu Yancheng heard this, he also knew that Sheng Mian did not tell Fang Congzhou that the house was designed for him.

But he really didn't expect that she was actually Zhang Rong's closed disciple.

Fang Congzhou was a little surprised when he heard Sheng Mian's words.

"how did you guys meet?"

If you really want to care about it, the two met in bed, after all, they only had a relationship after that time.

Just as Sheng Mian was about to answer, Fang Li exaggeratedly called out, "Fu Yancheng, why are your trousers dirty? Did you go to the mountains?"

Sheng Mian followed and lowered her head, only to find that Fu Yancheng's expensive trousers were covered with mud. It should be that he had just followed Lao Li and his group to inspect the mountain in person.

I probably didn't expect that the road over there was relatively bad, so the pants were dirty.

"No problem."

His voice was clear, and when he saw that Fang Li had already taken the wet wipes and was about to squat down to wipe them, he frowned slightly.

Fang Congzhou sighed when he saw his daughter earning affection so eagerly.

"Xiaoli, the family in Yancheng is already the president, and they will go to the mountains to inspect it in person. Look at you, because you are admitted to the Imperial Academy of Fine Arts. Now you don't even care about the general exam questions, and you are absent-minded when you are painting."

Fang Li stuck out her tongue, her fingertips were about to touch Fu Yancheng's trousers, but he stopped her.

"I have a spare, just change it later."

Fang Li had no choice but to stand up, without feeling embarrassed at all, but took his arm again.

"You can stay tonight. My dad went fishing yesterday and picked some fungus. They are fresh, and you can't eat them in the city."

Fang Li likes life in the city, but she has to admit that things made in the wild are more delicious.

Fu Yancheng glanced at Sheng Mian, because no one talked to her, she seemed a little lonely.

He didn't know where the momentary suffocation came from, so he had to ask her.

"Did you draw the table?"

With this opening, Fang Congzhou hurriedly introduced, "Penny is indeed a disciple of Master Zhang Rong, and the painting is very good. I just showed it to Xiaoli's teacher, and I gave it full marks."

Fang Li was not happy about being upstaged, not to mention hearing Fu Yancheng's compliment.

"Really good."

Sheng Mian had heard from Lin Jing that Fu Yancheng was very discerning in art, but he didn't expect him to praise himself.

At this moment he has come to her side.

"Let's go back together later."

He picked up the painting and looked at it, and said so.

Because the shoulders of the two are so close, they can almost feel each other's fabric.

Breathing, even body temperature, have spread, like sugar melted in water.

(End of this chapter)