Mr. Fu treats her like life

Chapter 40 You people from the Fu family really can't be flattered
His face was gloomy, and there was an ordinary condensation floating between his brows.

Fu Xichen bit her lips, "Brother Xiheng, she's just a down-and-out socialite, moreover, she's also a vicious lowly woman. She did what Xin'er did, why do you still..."

"A lowly woman? Heh—" An Nuan stood up, her fair little face was filled with coldness, and her red lips showed a sneer, "I'm a lowly woman? Then what are you? What qualifications do you have to judge me?"

People don't offend me, and I don't offend others. She won't take such a dumb loss.

No matter how downcast she is, she will never allow herself to be slandered by others.

"You, you scolded me?" Fu Xichen widened his eyes in disbelief.

Unexpectedly, this woman would be so rampant...

The wind blows in through the half-open window, carrying the smell of the sea.Salty, but close to the breath of nature.

The fragrant coffee penetrates into the nostrils with the wind, bringing comforting warmth.

An Nuan raised her hand, casually brushing away her hair that was blown by the wind.

The brilliant beams of light hit her profile one after another, making it a little softer and calmer.

She raised her lips, and looked at the woman in front of her who was ready to explode, "To be honest, I really disdain to scold you for a person like you who has no quality."

"However, since you 'respect' me a foot, then I will return it and 'respect' you a foot."

Hearing this, the veins on Fu Xichen's forehead suddenly popped up, and he took advantage of the opportunity to pick up the untouched red wine.

However, the hands with sharp joints were one step ahead of her and pressed her wrist firmly. "Xi Chen, uncle is busy with military affairs, so he doesn't have time to discipline you?"

Fu Xiheng's face turned stern, and he looked at her with deep eyes, "If you feel free, why not go back to the old house to spend more time with grandma, and she will love you for nothing."

There was a sudden pain in his wrist, and a layer of mist immediately seeped out of Fu Xichen's eyes.

After being pampered and spoiled for so many years, she has never felt wronged.

His eyes were clouded, and his small lips smacked a few times, "Brother Xiheng, you... you actually taught me a lesson for this woman in front of you? Have you forgotten sister Zijin?"

Apart from herself, she felt wronged by that person even more.

"You... What's so good about An Nuan when she is?! She is nothing compared to Sister Zijin!"

After finishing speaking, Fu Xichen shook off the man's wrist, covered his face and ran out.

"Qing'er——" Shi Xin'er, who was watching the fire from the other side, saw that something was wrong, looked at them meaningfully, and chased them out.

Fu Xiheng shifted his gaze from An Nuan's body to the sea covered in golden light.

His eyes are long and deep.

Recalling what Fu Xichen said, a sneer could not help but appear on his thin lips.

Forgot, how?So what if you don't forget?
Even if you are full of enthusiasm, you can't touch that long distance.

It is said that time is the space for human development, and some things will become stronger and indestructible with the passage of time.

And there are some things that will be washed away as time goes by.

Fading is fading.

Maybe, like bright fireworks, it will be a flash of fire in the end.

Or maybe, like spray foam, it will burst when the wind blows.

Even, without any reason——

It's just... the fiery heart of the past has sunk.

His well-known eyes closed gently, his brows were furrowed and stretched, and after a while, he looked at An Nuan with secretive eyes.

Looking into his deep gaze, An Nuan took a deep breath, and smiled calmly and gently, "Mr. Fu, you people from the Fu family really don't dare to compliment you."

After hearing her words, the man slightly raised the corners of his lips and smiled softly.

With an increasingly handsome and gentle face, he said, "Don't worry, the Fu family will be proud of you, future Mrs. Fu."

　The wind was soft in the evening, the stars flashed unintentionally, and the drizzle sprinkled in front of the flowers.

　　
　
(End of this chapter)