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

Chapter 861 He just wanted to kiss you
When Sheng Mian walked to her car, she raised her hand and rubbed between her eyebrows.

Wen Zhao was on the side, almost looking at her with the eyes of a little fanboy.

"Mr. Sheng, that song is really nice and shocking."

Sheng Mian felt it was funny, and raised her hand to pat him on the shoulder.

"Ford's endorsement has been won, and we are going to sign the contract tomorrow, so let's do it well."

Wen Zhao's eyes flashed with indiscernible emotions, and seeing no one around, he said softly, "President Sheng, there is something on your face, close your eyes."

Sheng Mian did not doubt that he was there, "Where?"

Wen Zhao looked at this face, his Adam's apple rolled, and couldn't help but want to kiss him, but he heard footsteps behind him.

He could only twitch Sheng Mian's cheek quickly, his tone lost, "It's gone."

Sheng Mian opened her eyes and smiled at him, "Thanks, I asked your manager to pick you up, let's go back first."

After finishing speaking, she saw Fu Yancheng not far away, and was a little surprised.

He is back?

Through the car glass in front of him, Wen Zhao had already seen the man behind him, so he had no choice but to get in the car driven by his agent.

"Mr. Fu."

Sheng Mian yelled, but she was actually not in a good mood. After all, playing the violin reminded her of some past events, so she bent over and wanted to get into her car.

Fu Yancheng approached quickly and hugged her from behind.

She froze, and glanced around guiltily.

The banquet is not over yet, but she left early, so there are no people around.

She was going to the driver's seat, but Fu Yancheng pushed her to the co-pilot, and he himself went to the driver's seat.

Sheng Mian felt that he was unhappy, and it was intensely unhappy.

The atmosphere in the car was dull. While waiting for the traffic light, his fingertips tapped lightly on the steering wheel.

"He just wanted to kiss you."

Because more than half an hour had passed, Sheng Mian didn't know who he was talking about for a while, but after realizing it, he realized that it was Wen Zhao.

"Boss Fu must have misunderstood."

Fu Yancheng tightened his fingertips on the steering wheel, and stepped on the accelerator when he saw the traffic light change.

Back in Shanxiao, Sheng Mian frowned when she saw that he was going to follow through the door on his own initiative.

"The injury on your back should be almost healed. You should move back. You are quite satisfied with the house in Yujingyuan, aren't you?"

After all, she designed it herself.

Fu Yancheng didn't speak, and the two of them were standing in the courtyard at the moment, facing the Shanxiao Villa with the lights on.

Liu Qiong opened the door at this time.

"Miss Sheng, Mr. Fu, it's going to rain later, come in quickly."

While speaking, the sky has already started to lightning.

Sheng Mian couldn't say anything immediately, and walked in first.

Fu Yancheng followed behind her confidently.

Sheng Mian ate some fruit at the banquet, and didn't really want to eat at night, so he went directly to his bedroom to take a shower.

But after washing, she suddenly remembered that this room had been occupied by Fu Yanchengjiu, and she didn't bring pajamas when she came in.

The clothes I just changed were already wet and thrown into the laundry basket.

There are only bath towels here.

She tied her hair lightly, thinking that Fu Yancheng might not have come up downstairs, so she wrapped her body with a towel and went out.

As soon as the bathroom door opened, she just went out when she saw Fu Yancheng who had been sitting on a chair.

He has a slight obsession with cleanliness, and the clothes he wears outside will not stain the bed until he takes them off.

Sheng Mian didn't expect him to sit here quietly all the time, so he quickly raised his hand to turn off the light beside him.

Opening the bedroom door beside her, she wanted to go out, to the guest bedroom where she was sleeping now.

But the sound of Fu Yancheng's footsteps soon came behind her, and he closed the door she opened, completely covering her in the shadow from behind.

"Mianmian."

He yelled, and the tip of his nose was filled with the scent of her body.

"Mianmian has worked very hard for the company's affairs recently, and she is sick again. Why do you feel thinner?"

His breath was in his ears, his hands were wrapped around her, and he began to peck and kiss her exposed skin.

Sheng Mian's hand was on the doorknob, and at the moment he was teasing her dizzily.

But the coldness on the doorknob brought her back to her senses for a moment, and she pushed him away.

"I'll ask Qi Shen to come pick you up, pack the clothes in the closet, don't put them here, and don't come here again."

(End of this chapter)