The sweet wife is too sweet: Husband, do you want a hug?

Chapter 121 Losing her was the most painful thing for him
The last sentence, I don't have time and energy to deal with you, even a fool can understand what Mo Chiwei said.

Seeing that the phone was hung up, Fu Sichen slammed the phone to the ground.

After falling, he picked up the phone with scarlet eyes again.

The screen cracked a corner in one corner, but it still works.

He clicked on a multimedia message.

A photo sent to him by a Hong Kong number.

The delicate and exquisite Tang Xinyan was held in the arms of a tall man. She couldn't see the man's face clearly, but from the perspective of the photo, it could be seen that the man was kissing her.

Tang Xinyan's long eyelashes drooped, her pretty face flushed shyly.

He looked obviously emotional.

As for the man who kissed her, although he couldn't see his face clearly, from his clothes, standing posture, and back view, it could be seen that he was a tasteful, attractive and young man.

Fu Sichen didn't want to regard this kind of man as a successful person, most likely he was a rich second generation or something.

He also didn't want to believe that Tang Xinyan would find a man who was better than him.

Maybe, this man is ugly.

When Tang Yurou opened the door and came in, what she saw was Fu Sichen sitting on the sofa with a heavy and gloomy look.

He Meijuan said that he hadn't gone to work in the company for several days, and drank and smoked at home every day.

Yes, he was fine that day and had dinner with her.

It was she who told him that after Tang Xinyan got married again, he would behave like this.

Tang Xinyan remarried again. He felt that he would never have another chance. He felt very disappointed and painful, didn't he?
Tang Yurou clenched her hands into fists, her eyes were red, and her jealousy and hatred for Tang Xinyan deepened in her heart.

Taking a deep breath, she kept telling herself that to endure, she must marry into the Fu family and become his wife.

After adjusting her mood, Tang Yurou threw herself into Fu Sichen's arms, and said softly, "Auntie said you are in a bad mood, Sichen, is there something wrong with me? Tell me, can I change it?"

Fu Sichen smelled the perfume on Tang Yurou's body, and then thought of the faint fragrance of Tang Xinyan's body, he frowned, and pushed Tang Yurou away.

He was still drunk, and his strikes were neither light nor heavy. Tang Yurou fell to the ground unexpectedly, her forehead hit the corner of the coffee table, and bright red blood flowed out immediately.

The skin was scratched a little, it wasn't serious, but she was an actress, her face was her facade, and she couldn't bear even a little bit of injury.

Tears fell down immediately.

Seeing her tears and the blood on her forehead, Fu Sichen regained consciousness a little.

Tightly pursing his lower lips, he frowned and said, "Are you okay?"

Tang Yurou sucked her red nose, choked and pretended to be strong, "I'm fine, Si Chen, I know you're in a bad mood, it doesn't matter how you treat me, because I love you, even if I die for you, I'm willing !"

Fu Sichen looked at Tang Yurou, who was so tender and considerate, even if he did something wrong, he wouldn't blame him for half a sentence, guilt flashed across his chest.

He reached out and pulled her up from the ground.

Tang Yurou leaned into his arms, and he didn't push her away again.

Fu Sichen looked at the woman in his arms, and thought that she had given him the most precious chastity, and still loved him wholeheartedly, with mixed feelings in his heart.

If Tang Xinyan loved him half as much as Tang Yurou, and half kept himself clean, he and she wouldn't be where they are today!
(End of this chapter)