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

Chapter 842 He Is Like A Cloud In The Sky
For a moment, she felt that she might have an auditory hallucination.

The man's hand was only held for a moment, and then he took it back very gentlemanly.

Sheng Mian wanted to turn back, but her body was out of control right now.

She opened her mouth to ask something, but felt her throat was choked by something.

There was chaos in my mind.

The footsteps went away, and soon, the footsteps came back, and put a warm hand pancake in her palm.

The hot palm brought her back to her senses, she turned around, but there was nothing behind her.

If it wasn't for the bowl of oden scattered on the floor, if the pancakes in her hand were not still warm, she would have thought that voice was just an illusion.

Oden cooking and finger cakes were her two favorite things when she was drafting in college.

Because it is convenient, and the two bosses are husband and wife, the materials used are very hygienic.

Sheng Mian didn't eat at the moment, but hurried back and looked around.

No.

Nothing at all.

She wanted to call out his name, but suddenly remembered that she didn't even know his real name.

He was like a cloud in the sky. She chased after him desperately below, but the cloud was always ethereal, and sometimes even hid.

A hidden is several years.

After all, people will be trapped for a lifetime by the things they don't have, and they will become regrets. Then when they meet one day, the ecstasy of losing and regaining fills the heart like waves.

I don't even know what kind of feeling it is, I just want to find it quickly, I just want to verify something.

She went around the entire Imperial City, and finally returned to the place where the bowl of Kanto boiled was dropped.

She squatted down to pick up the paper bowl and threw it into the trash can beside her.

That kind of strong unwillingness is like ants gnawing at the heart.

So after she returned to the car, she still walked around patiently for two hours, but still found nothing.

When I returned to Shanxiao, it was already twelve o'clock in the evening.

The finger pancakes were already cold, and she was reluctant to eat them, so her stomach started to hurt.

Opening the door, she looked up and saw Fu Yancheng sitting on the sofa in the living room, looking very unhappy.

"Why did you come back so late?"

Fu Yancheng's eyebrows and eyes are flamboyant and arrogant. When he is angry, even his aura is sharp and indifferent.

For a moment, Sheng Mian felt like she was a husband who was fooling around outside and came home too late.

"I am busy."

He got up, approached, and looked her up and down.

Sheng Mian's stomach hurts, she squats silently to change her shoes.

Fu Yancheng also squatted down, his tone was very cold, "Sheng Mian, you dare not look me in the eyes tonight."

Sheng Mian froze, and lied casually: "There is something wrong with the company."

"Really, but I called your company, and you left the company at seven o'clock."

Sheng Mian's fingertips were still hooked on the high heels, but upon hearing this, the high heels fell to the ground.

She has never been very good at hiding the relationship between men and women, let alone like Fu Yancheng, who knew she had a husband and drove to the underground garage of Rose Garden to have an affair with her. She couldn't do such a thing.

She raised her hand to cover her stomach, and simply changed the subject, "My stomach hurts."

Fu Yancheng got up slowly after her, and his tone softened.

"Where is the stomach medicine, I'll get it."

"No need, you are also injured, get well sooner and go back to Yujingyuan sooner."

After saying this, she passed him to go upstairs.

Fu Yancheng's gaze fell on her hand.

She was still holding the pancakes, which were already cold by now.

"You'll have this for dinner?"

He took it directly, and frowned, "Street stall?"

Sheng Mian didn't speak, and wanted to grab the pancakes, but he threw them into the trash can.

"Eat something healthy next time, I asked Aunt Liu to save dinner for you."

He wanted to hold her hand, but she slammed it away.

Sheng Mian kept a cold face and said nothing, walked to the place where the medicine was put, took out the stomach medicine inside and took one.

Fu Yancheng stood at the entrance without moving. Seeing her busy in and out of the kitchen alone, he restrained himself from getting angry.

"I'm also thinking about you. If you don't have time for dinner, I'll ask the hotel to send you to work in the future."

"Mr. Fu."

Sheng Mian drank another glass of warm water and put the glass down.

"You don't have to worry about my affairs."

But when I thought about this person giving up [-]% of the shares, I instantly felt that I had said too much.

"You'd better take good care of yourself and heal your injury sooner."

After finishing speaking, Sheng Mian returned to her bedroom, but when she looked up, she saw Fu Yancheng standing at the door of the bedroom again.

"If you don't like me to take care of you, then I don't care. Don't be angry with me, can you?"

(End of this chapter)