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

Chapter 439 Is it the fifth time?
Thinking of the cheating he said in the underground garage that day.

Not to mention, she really has the illusion of having an affair with her boss now.

And this boss also used some means to transfer his husband away.

But why did Fu Yancheng do this?
Sheng Mian wouldn't think that she was too charming, and Fu Yancheng fell in love with him right away.

After all, in his position, he has seen too many women of all kinds.

The most important thing is that no one in the capital knows that he only knows Xiao Chuqing as his girlfriend.

Even in order to rebel against the original marriage contract, he did not hesitate to abandon everything here and go to Wall Street by himself.

Such a person would like himself?
Sheng Mian thought it was funny, women are sometimes too confident and easy to make jokes.

Because of her knee injury and some dizziness, when she sat down, she moved very slowly.

Because there were only two people in the house and a dog snoring on the balcony, she felt that the time was a bit difficult, so she turned on the TV.

It turned out that it was so hard to die. What was playing was a TV series starring Wen Zhao.

Fu Yancheng raised his eyebrows slightly.

Sheng Mian got up quickly, "I'm going to take a shower."

In the afternoon, I knelt down and sweated all over. I haven't taken a shower yet, so I feel uncomfortable.

With this excuse, she went into the bathroom.

Fu Yancheng reminded her, "Don't touch the wound."

Then he handed her the shorts he brought from the hotel.

Sheng Mian went to find another piece of clothes to wear at home.

When she came out of the bath, she felt that her knee was more swollen, and Fu Yancheng was processing emails on the computer.

Sheng Mian was a little surprised, thinking he had already left.

How long is he going to stay?

She glanced at her phone, it was already five o'clock in the afternoon, and it stands to reason that she should have dinner.

"Boss Fu, are you hungry?"

Although Sheng Mian can cook, she doesn't cook easily. She usually orders takeaway, which is convenient.

But with Fu Yancheng here, she was worried that this person would not be used to those takeaways.

Fu Yancheng glanced at her knees, there were red marks on both sides, and the peeling looked a little serious.

Seeing that he didn't respond, Sheng Mian was also a little puzzled, could it be the fifth time?
But her knee hurts.

Seeing her frown, Fu Yancheng opened the drawer beside her.

"Is there any ointment at home?"

As soon as the voice fell, he fell silent.

Because there are two marriage certificates in the cabinet.

Sheng Mian was in a hurry for a moment. After Fu Yancheng went abroad, even if he was not present, the old man managed to get the marriage certificate with great powers.

It is impossible for Fu Yancheng to take this kind of thing, so the marriage certificate is in her hands.

And she didn't think about putting this thing away properly. She took a look at it last time and threw it into the drawer.

She got up hastily, took the two marriage certificates, went to her bedroom, found a hidden place to hide, and then came to the living room.

And Fu Yancheng kept that posture all the time, seeing her marriage certificate, the feeling that she was married was more real.

In the past, Wen Sihe analyzed it with him, saying that she didn't wear a wedding ring, so she might be lying.

After all, if a beautiful woman stays married in the workplace, she will have a lot less trouble.

But relatively, you can't get the bonus of being single.

Sheng Mian has always relied on her own strength to take the step of interior design, so she doesn't need to take any bonuses.

Fu Yancheng closed the drawer slowly, and then thought of the scene where she was looking for the wedding ring in a hurry last week, and her heart suddenly felt stuffy.

It just so happened that Wen Zhao's TV series was still playing on TV, and the suffocation was maximized for a moment.

After Sheng Mian came out, she asked him.

"I ordered a takeaway, but I don't know if it suits Mr. Fu's taste."

Because Fu Yancheng was here, this was the first time she ordered a takeaway that cost thousands of dollars.

I have never had such a luxury.

But as soon as he finished speaking, Fu Yancheng pulled the man onto his lap and sat down.

Sheng Mian pushed, "My knee hurts."

His kisses are a little messy.

"It's okay, you can just stand."

(End of this chapter)