Mr. Fu, your wife is hanging up again

Chapter 8

"Besides, my wife is very generous~" the butler said good things for Shi Yan.

cute? !
I really don't know how this old ladybug said such words out of conscience!

Fu Linjun stood up and strode out of the restaurant.

He makes her cute right now.

Poor unloved.

...

Shi Yan squatted on the terrace, resting her chin on her hands, looking at the flowerpot with a melancholy expression.

Who would have thought that these two potted flowers were the young master's reverse scales?has special meaning to him.

What can I do if I have already picked them up?
Isn't it still open next year? It's worth worrying about?

In the restaurant just now, his fingers were turning white, so he managed not to smash the phone on her face. He endured it very hard. It seems that his self-cultivation is still good, so he shouldn't do anything to her, right?

What's more, she can use the old man to suppress him.

no big deal.

Hold on.

"boom!"

When Shi Yan was freeing herself, the glass door leading to the terrace was kicked open.

Fu Linjun walked over in awe-inspiring manner, with his straight legs caught in the wind and snow, forcing the surrounding temperature to drop rapidly, and his shiny leather shoes seemed to crush her, a pest, to the ground at any time.

Shi Yan stood up shaking her legs, and took a small step back defensively.

She would never naively think that this aggressive man was here to invite her back for dinner.

"Sorry, I picked your flowers, but I heard that the more flowers you pick, the more prosperous you will find out next year, ha ha."

She smiled, blinking her long eyelashes so quickly, trying to ease the atmosphere.

But he didn't show any face, and bullied others with a gloomy and handsome face.

She has been groomed again, with ball hair tied, a delicate and flawless melon-seeded beauty face, as tender and white as a peeled egg, and her watery pupils are full of guilt, as if she knew she was wrong.

But the slightly puffed cheeks give people a cute feeling of "I know I made a mistake, and I will do it again next time".

This is very similar to the snail.

Like a person.

Fu Linjun's black eyes deepened, and after a brief screening, he held Shi Yan's arm, pulled her into his arms, lowered his head, and stared at her lips...

Startled, Shi Yan raised her hand to cover her lips.

Yesterday, in order to abduct him, she once offered a generous offer of "kissing him", but today the overall situation has been settled, no matter how handsome he is, he can't be ambiguous.

"I'm married. If you want to send ~ Chun, you can find Shi Miao. Her lips are quite thick, and she must meet your requirements."

The deep affection in Fu Linjun's eyes faded away little by little, and he returned to the coldness. He took Shi Yan's wrist and walked away.

"Where?"

"Go back to the door."

"No! Whether I go back to the door or not, is it none of your business?"

Fu Linjun: "..."

hammer!

Is she a woman?Not a word is civilized, which makes him want to clean her up every minute!

Fu Linjun quickened his pace.

He had long legs and big strides, Shi Yan was wearing slippers, staggered and couldn't keep up, like a child being led by an adult, his tiny arms would be pulled out of their joints at any time.

It's pretty pathetic.

Fu Linjun hesitated for a second. He didn't want to treat her so harshly, but her uneducated and shameless bad behavior had exhausted his patience.

He lifted her onto his shoulders.

"Bastard, put it down!" Shi Yan's heart was filled with smoke, she clenched her fist and hammered him, "You bastard, I'm your step-grandmother!"

Zu your size.

I don't even know how to give a marriage certificate.

Fu Linjun tensed his jaw, too lazy to explain.

Striding to a black luxury car in the yard, he opened the passenger door and stuffed her in.

Then he went around and got into the car, skillfully turned the steering wheel with one hand, reversed the car handsomely, turned around, stepped on the accelerator, and drove out quickly...

"Master, master! Be merciful!"

The housekeeper chased after him.

After chasing for a few steps, he stopped in vain, with bitter resentment on his face, "Oh, ma'am! I made you look more beautiful, why are you acting ugly instead?"

This is miserable, the young master probably wants to return the product.

Men are all visual animals, and the young master is as handsome as a peacock spreading his tail. If you don't dress up nicely, how can you be worthy of him?
(End of this chapter)