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

Chapter 829 She Doesn't Talk To Him
In the past, he didn't want to face up to his feelings for her, and he didn't bother to investigate, so he did many things wrong.

What happened to her cousin recently caused him to be hated again. Now she should not talk to him.

Sheng Mian froze, and pushed his hand, worried that the ink on his pen would fall on the paper, so he didn't dare to use too much force.

Now the painting is meticulous work, if there is a slight mistake, the painting will be ruined.

"Fu Yancheng, if you feel bored, go downstairs and don't disturb me."

Fu Yancheng stopped talking, and quietly hugged her waist without saying a word.

Sheng Mian talked about him, but he didn't listen, so she simply ignored her and continued to finish the rest of the painting.

"Dong dong."

Someone knocked on the door outside, it should be a servant to deliver water.

Sheng Mian quickly pushed him away, but he stuck to him again.

She had seen before that this man was a little childish.

Hard-spoken, mean-spirited, temperamental, and indifferent to outsiders.

"You let go."

Fu Yancheng hugged her from behind, let go of her reluctantly, and walked back to the chair beside her.

Sheng Mian said to the outside, "Come in."

It was indeed a servant who came in, carrying two cups of tea.

"Master Fu, Miss Sheng, you have worked hard. The old man asked me to bring something in."

Two cups of tea are placed on the table.

The servant bowed and left.

Sheng Mian washed the pen in his hand, and was about to change to another one that was a little bigger when he saw Fu Yancheng approaching him again.

"I'll help you."

He took the used pen first and washed it with water.

Sheng Mian didn't want to say anything more, so she changed to another brush and continued to draw.

She heard movement nearby, and after a while, a shadow fell from the side. It turned out that he took another pen and continued to help.

Apart from other things, when he is serious about painting, this face is really pleasing to the eye.

Countless times before, she had stared at this face in a daze.

Fu Yancheng's appearance is definitely the most unique among all the people she has met.

She withdrew her gaze, and her pen was still steady.

It took another four or ten minutes before she put down the pen, only to feel some cramps in her fingers.

Finally finished the painting.

Just as she was about to thump her shoulder, a beautiful hand stretched out from the side, landed on her shoulder, and squeezed it gently.

"Um"

Being pinched was very comfortable, she couldn't help but snorted, but thinking that it was Fu Yancheng's hand, she immediately woke up.

"I will do it myself."

As soon as he finished speaking, his other hand fell on his waist.

The shoulders and waist were pressed at the same time, these two acupoints were so comfortable that one's scalp tingled.

She couldn't even stand still.

Fu Yancheng helped her to the grand teacher's chair beside her, and his scorching gaze fell in front of her.

Sheng Mian gasped a little unsteadily, trying to push his hand away.

But then he pressed hard on a certain point on her waist, and she almost cried out.

Realizing where it was, she quickly reprimanded: "Fu Yancheng!"

Only then did Fu Yancheng stop, "Are you uncomfortable?"

Sheng Mian was still panting, her cheeks were stained red.

It's nice to be massaged, but he's clearly still stealing it.

The door was knocked again here, and this time the old man's voice sounded from outside.

"Yancheng, Mianmian, is the painting finished? It's time to eat."

Sheng Mian quickly stood up and checked her clothes.

After making sure nothing was wrong, she hurried to the door and opened it.

"The painting is finished, Grandpa Fu, do you want to take a look?"

Mr. Fu smiled, "No need, go down and look at the flowers, the flowers in the yard outside are all blooming."

Spring has arrived and the flowers in the garden are just in time.

At this age, the old man still likes to enjoy life the most.

Sheng Mian nodded quickly, "Okay, then let's go downstairs."

Fu Chong glanced at Fu Yancheng, and found that he also followed up cheekily. He wanted to say something, but he just squirmed his mouth a few times.

Originally, he wanted to ridicule how thick-skinned he was, so he only invited Mianmian to see Huahua, but he was not invited.

But considering that this kid is trying hard to chase people now, it's okay.

The three of them went downstairs, and the servants were bringing up delicious meals, while Fu Chong had someone open the huge French windows in front of the garden.

The scent of flowers outside instantly wafted in, and Sheng Mian's mood improved a bit.

"Mianmian, if you like the flowers here, I'll let them move to Shanxiao."

"No need, Grandpa Fu, sticky likes to spoil flowers every day, it's impossible to keep them alive."

Fu Chong thought it was funny, "It's good to have a pet with you."

Liu Qiong had told the old man a long time ago that Sheng Mian raised a dog, and the old man didn't give any suggestions, as long as she likes it, it's her house anyway.

When the three of them sat down to eat, Fu Yancheng first scooped a bowl of soup for Fu Chong, and then another bowl for Sheng Mian.

In front of the old man, Sheng Mian couldn't accept it.

But her mind is obviously not here, she is completely planning to complete the task.

After eating, her cell phone rang. It was Song Tang calling, saying she was in the hospital.

"Mr. Sheng, I'm looking at my little uncle. I'm sorry to cause you trouble."

Her voice was choked, and she probably cried for a long time alone.

Sheng Mian saw that he had finished his meal, so he hurriedly greeted the old man.

"Grandpa Fu, my company has been a little busy the past few days. I have to go back now. I'll see you next time."

"Okay, Mianmian, work is important."

After the old man finished speaking, he gave Fu Yancheng a wink.

Fu Yancheng stood up quickly.

"I send you."

(End of this chapter)