Lovely wife, hard-to-support husband is too domineering

Chapter 742 The Grand Finale (5)
"I..." Fu Huanyan was about to answer, but immediately changed her face, "You mean I'm not smart?"

Xiang Bei was recruited and hurriedly smiled.

"Why are you pretending to be drunk?" Fu Huanyan asked Xiang Bei's chest with her lips pouted after she had ravaged Xiang Bei's handsome face.

Although the man was not drunk, he had drunk a lot tonight.At this moment, Fu Huanyan was wearing a long wine-red dress and lying under him with loose long hair, making Xiang Bei feel hot all over.

"Pretending to be drunk?" Xiang Bei's thin lips curled slightly, and they pressed against her ear, "Hide my mother's surveillance, if I'm not drunk, she will definitely let me sleep in the study tonight."

"Why?" Fu Huanyan asked him ignorantly.

Xiang Bei raised his eyebrows, and said with a smirk, "I'm afraid I'll hurt you."

Her cheeks were hot, Fu Huanyan bit her lip and hit him, wanting to bite him angrily.This bastard, shameless!
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There was a knock on the door outside the bedroom, and Xiang Bei hurriedly restrained himself.Fu Huanyan pushed him away and sat up, straightened the long skirt on her body, "Come in."

The servant came in with something in his arms, and he didn't dare to look around, "Young Mistress, someone brought you something here."

"Give it to me?" Fu Huanyan was surprised that someone gave her something so soon.She glanced at the large kraft paper package in the servant's hand, and seemed to realize what it was.

Gently unpacking the package, a half-person-high painting appeared in front of my eyes.Xiang Bei walked over barefoot, and after glancing at the painting, his deep eyes sank.

"Dunn's painting." Fu Huanyan recognized it at a glance. She stared at the figure in the painting, surprised again, "Did he... come to our wedding?"

This painting should have just been completed, the oil paint is not completely dry.Xiang Bei pursed his lips, stood on the spot with his arms crossed, and hummed softly, "Come here."

"Come here?" Fu Huanyan frowned, tugging at him and asking, "Then why didn't you tell me?"

"He won't let me tell you." Xiang Bei put his arms around her waist, afraid to let go, "He said he would give us a surprise."

Hearing this, Fu Huanyan blinked and suddenly felt sad.Song Dengen drew a picture of a wedding dress. Fu Huanyan was wearing a veil and facing Xiang Bei face to face. Xiang Bei's finger rested on her cheek, and the pictures of each other's affection flowed.

Fu Huanyan did not expect to receive such a wedding gift from Song Dengen. She was still regretting that Song Dengen could not come because he needed to prepare for the art exhibition, but in a blink of an eye, he not only came, but also gave them such a commemorative wedding gift .

"I'm going to give Dunn a call."

Xiang Bei grabbed Fu Huanyan and took her to bed. Fu Huanyan frowned and resisted, "I'll just make a phone call."

"Call tomorrow." Xiang Beiyang pushed her mobile phone far away, and Fu Huan's face sank, dissatisfied: "Xiang Bei, you are too stingy."

"Not stingy."

"what is that?"

Xiang Bei bowed his face with a smile, and the hot air from his thin lips brushed against Fu Huanyan's cheeks, causing her to gasp, "A moment in spring night is worth a thousand gold, and no one can waste my time."

Fu Huanyan was taken aback for a moment, then laughed out loud.But Xiang Bei seems to be right. On a day like tonight, she'd better be honest and not provoke him.

On the wedding night, because Fu Huanyan's body was also greatly compromised, Xiang Bei tried very hard to restrain herself, but she still felt that she couldn't bear it.Although he was not reconciled, Xiang Bei had to compromise with the baby in Fu Huanyan's stomach.

After this exhausting grand wedding, the honeymoon place Xiang Bei chose was not too far away.He was afraid that Fu Huanyan's body would not be able to bear it, so he specially selected places with delicious food.

Ever since she was pregnant, Fu Huanyan has been lethargic every day. She is not interested in playing, and only delicious food can arouse her desire.The morning sickness reaction some time ago gradually disappeared. Recently, Xiang Bei noticed that her appetite was particularly large.

"Wife, you eat like this, are you pregnant with two?" Xiang Bei stared at the pile of plates piled up in front of Fu Huanyan, and teased with a smile.

"I want you to be beautiful!"

Fu Huanyan stuffed the last shrimp dumpling into her mouth, "This one is delicious."

His wife praised him, and Xiang Bei immediately understood, and packed two more shrimp dumplings at the checkout, and brought them back to the hotel for her afternoon tea.Fu Huanyan wore a large sun hat on her head, and comfortably took Xiang Bei's hand, walking with him on the beach.

There are no distracting thoughts, just the two of them, walking hand in hand on the beach.This kind of relaxation from the bottom of my heart calmed down Fu Huanyan's restless heart.The white gauze under her feet was slightly warm, she bent down and held a handful in her palm, smiling to see the grains of sand flow out between her fingers.

"Baby, do you like this place?" Fu Huanyan asked softly with her palms pressed against her lower abdomen.

Sitting beside her, Xiang Bei felt warmth in the corners of his eyes and brows when he saw Fu Huanyan, who was full of maternal demeanor.With the refreshing sea breeze blowing in front of him, he reached out and hugged Fu Huanyan on his lap, and the two hugged each other and sat under the parasol.

Days like this used to be images that appeared countless times in his dreams.Now that the dream has come true, he finally got his wish.

Back from her honeymoon, Fu Huanyan received unexpected good news.Her previous works exhibited at the Song Dengen Art Exhibition received great acclaim during the touring exhibition.

Following this, many people began to inquire about Fu Huanyan, and at the same time wanted to have an interview with her, discuss the copyright of the work, and think about matters related to future cooperation.

Fu Huanyan was a little surprised, but not surprised.She has walked the road of painting for so long, and it should be the day when she comes to receive the report.

"Yan." Song Dengen held the phone with a gentle look in his eyes, "I said a long time ago that you will definitely succeed."

"Thank you." Fu Huanyan leaned on the sofa, pinched a straw and put it in her mouth, "Without your help, I might still be unknown today."

Listening to her cheerful chewing sound, Song Dunen couldn't help but curl his lips, "No, it's your own works that can conquer everyone."

After a pause, he asked with a smile, "When is the child born?"

"January."

The man on the other end of the phone sank, "Can I be the child's godfather?"

"Okay." Fu Huanyan agreed.

Later, after she hung up the phone, Xiang Bei began to lose his temper, "Don't show up for the rest of the matter, I will find a brokerage company to help you."

"Why?" Fu Huanyan pouted, expressing her dissatisfaction.

Xiang Bei closed the book with a snap, pinching his sore brows, "Because you have no business acumen."

"..." Fu Huanyan was speechless.

Bowing his head to take the half strawberry in her mouth, Xiang Bei's face was gloomy, "My son's godfather, don't be mistaken!"

Fu Huanyan bit her lip angrily, not daring to answer back.This cheapskate, as for this?

But the facts proved that what Xiang Bei said had some truth.If Fu Huanyan wants to hand over a good work, it is impossible to be distracted and then help her manage the development, so it is still necessary to hand over those trivial matters to the assistant.

(End of this chapter)