Ex-wife strategy: Mr. Fu insists on pampering me

He lowered his gaze and did not look at her.

Out of the corner of her eye, she picked up the documents on the table with her fingertips and sorted them out one by one in an orderly manner.

There was a knock on the door, and then Xiao Yue's voice came.

"Mr. Fu."

"Enter."

He withdrew his peripheral vision and focused entirely on the computer in front of him.

Xiao Yue glanced at Sheng Mian, curved the corners of her mouth, and strode forward.

"My cousin called me just now and said that she bought you a gift and it was delivered by express express. Mr. Fu, here it is for you."

Xiao Yue deliberately opened her cufflinks in order to sleep well.

"My cousin asked you if you like it. If you don't like it, the courier is downstairs and you can go change the style."

Sheng Mian saw at a glance that these were the same cufflinks she gave to Fu Yancheng.

When I bought cufflinks, I felt guilty and took the time to choose them, so I left a deep impression.

She finally understood what Xiao Chuqing was thinking.

But it was a bit of a fuss, and Fu Yancheng was taken too seriously.

Fu Yancheng looked at the cufflinks and actually forgot which one Sheng Mian gave him, so he took them.

"Why did Chu Qing suddenly want to give something away?"

Xiao Yue glanced at Sheng Mian proudly. This was her cousin's influence. As soon as her cousin's name came out, Fu Yancheng's attention would be diverted immediately.

She originally thought that Sheng Mian would give up and retreat, but Sheng Mian's face was too calm, as if this scene did not irritate her at all.

what happened?

Is this woman faking it?

Just as she was about to speak, Fu Yancheng's cell phone rang. It was Xiao Chuqing.

Fu Yancheng pressed answer, and her voice came from the other side.

"Yancheng, have you received the gift?"

"Um."

"Do you like it? I picked it out for a long time and think it suits you very well."

"good."

Fu Yancheng has always cherished words like gold, and he has someone to match his clothes, so there is no need to worry about this at all.

Xiao Chuqing rolled her eyes, thinking that Sheng Mian was in the office, so she deliberately softened her tone.

"As long as you like it, can you wear it in the future? I want to see you wear it."

Fu Yancheng didn't think much and said "hmm".

This answer made Xiao Chuqing very satisfied. In front of the designer, being able to put the designer on the spot like this seemed to be just wishful thinking on the part of the designer.

It's really shameless. Who in the imperial capital doesn't know that Fu Yancheng is her Xiao Chuqing's man.

Even his nominal wife has to avoid his sharp edges and has been swallowing her anger for three years. What qualifications does this designer have to get involved?

She sneered in her heart, but her tone became gentler.

"Then I won't disturb your work. I'll be back soon anyway. Don't forget to pick me up at the airport, okay?"

Fu Yancheng said "hmm" again.

After hanging up the phone, he casually stuffed the cufflinks into a nearby drawer, but when he opened the drawer, he saw an identical package inside.

Only then did he remember that Sheng Mian seemed to have given one as a gift before.

He raised his head to look at Sheng Mian, but Sheng Mian didn't look at him at all, but continued to organize the information on the table.

After finishing sorting, she raised her head and smiled at him.

"Mr. Fu, I'm fine then. I won't disturb your work."

Fu Yancheng felt a brief feeling of suffocation in his heart. He didn't know the reason, but he made up his mind to distance himself from Sheng Mian, so he spoke.

"There's no need to send soup."

He and Sheng Mian both knew very well why Sheng Mian sent soup.

But Xiao Yue on the side didn't know. She thought it was Fu Yancheng who answered the call from her cousin, and instantly sternly rejected this bitch.

Her face was full of pride, and the curve of her mouth could hardly be suppressed.

Sheng Mian was stunned for a moment, then breathed a sigh of relief. She was about to get busy and she really didn't have time to make soup.

Moreover, Fu Yancheng would go to Shanxiao from time to time. It would be embarrassing if he knew that Aunt Liu made the soup.

"OK."

She agreed readily, but it made Fu Yancheng a little uncomfortable.