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

Chapter 75
Fu Yancheng didn't answer her, suddenly a sense of restlessness rose in his chest, and he was depressed inside.

She was planted by her dog yesterday, causing a stranger to misunderstand and scold her.

Today, in the middle of the night, he was chased to You County to splash paint. For a moment, Fu Yancheng couldn't help but believe that he owed this woman something in his previous life.

Seeing the man's extremely stern face, Sheng Mian realized that all this was not a hallucination.

She also knew that she had caused trouble, so she could only try to remedy it, and hurriedly said, "Does Mr. Fu have any spare clothes? Change this one, and I'll wash it for you."

Fu Yancheng glanced at the paint tray in her hand, turned around and walked a few steps.

Sheng Mian stood where she was, feeling a little annoyed, why did she feel like she would meet him every time this kind of thing happened.

Seeing that she didn't keep up, Fu Yancheng said in a deep voice, "Didn't you want to wash it for me? Since you splashed it, you should be responsible."

Sheng Mian followed quickly, "I have no intention of evading responsibility."

"Eighty thousand."

His tone was light, and his eyes fell on her face.

Sheng Mian didn't realize what it meant for a while, and after a while he realized that it was the price of the shirt.

She was a little speechless, she had never worn such expensive clothes in her entire life.

It's like this, I don't know if I can clean it later...

She was a little guilty, so she could only express weakly, "When I rub my hands, I must only use very light force."

Fu Yancheng looked at her low eyebrows and pleasing eyes, and inexplicably remembered the other face she had retorted at Wan Yuan'an at the gambling table, and squinted her eyes.

He walked back to his room, and Qi Shen, who was waiting for his return nearby, heard the movement, and was about to say hello, when he saw Sheng Mian behind him, his pupils shrank, and he found an opportunity to slip away sensibly.

Fu Yancheng entered the door, unbuttoned his shirt, and threw it to Sheng Mian.

As soon as Sheng Mian stepped in, she felt a piece of clothing rushing toward her face, covering her face.

She blushed and quickly took it off, looking at everything in the room out of the corner of her eye, but then her eyes stopped moving.

Fu Yancheng was wearing such a shirt. Now that he took it off, his upper body was also naked. Now his back is facing her, with wide shoulders and narrow waist. His figure is really good, and his legs are also very slender. In terms of art, this is definitely the golden ratio.

She couldn't help but fix her eyes on it, and saw that his butterfly bones were also beautiful, and every inch seemed to have been carefully polished.

Can't help but sigh, this person is really the darling of heaven.

Just as Fu Yancheng was about to open the cabinet to find new clothes to put on, he felt a burning gaze behind him.

He frowned and turned to look at Sheng Mian.

Sheng Mian's eyes were still on his waist, where the mermaid lines and abdominal muscles were all there.

The golden ratio is still low, which is even more standard than top male models in art materials.

She was so engrossed in watching it that she was already thinking about where to start first if she drew it.

As a result, I heard a deep male voice asking, "It looks good?"

This is not the first time Fu Yancheng asked this question, he also asked this question when Sheng Mian stared at his hands last time.

Sheng Mian nodded honestly, to be precise, it is a very good painting.

Seeing her being so honest, Fu Yancheng was pleased again.

However, considering that she was already married, such behavior felt somewhat inappropriate.

He took a shirt quickly, and after putting it on, his tone became rude.

"Not leaving yet?"

Sheng Mian came to her senses, after getting the clothes, it was time to leave.

"Okay, Mr. Fu, go to bed early."

Fu Yancheng was not at all interested in why she appeared here, on the contrary, he completely lost the desire to go out for a stroll now.

Sheng Mian was holding the shirt, and was about to go out, but noticed that he raised his hand to rub his temples from time to time, and the shirt in his arms was also stained with a strong smell of alcohol, so he knew that he must have drunk a few more glasses, and now his head hurts.

When the Sheng family first started, Sheng Zhong had a ridiculous amount of social activities all day long, and every time he came back he would have a headache, so his mother would prepare hangover soup and massage his head for him.

Later, when my mother passed away, she became the one who learned to do these things.

Out of habit, what she said next was a little out of her head.

"Boss Fu, do you want me to massage for you?"

(End of this chapter)