Hidden marriage sweet wife is so wild and overwhelming

Black Maybach followed the blue and white taxi.

The road became more and more prosperous. Originally, Gu Yang just followed the car and focused on Song Rao. He didn't pay much attention to where song Rao was going, but when he entered this area, Gu Yang slowly found that this is Fu Sicheng's territory.

His eyebrows gradually wrinkled, but there was still a trace of luck in his heart. But as Fu Sicheng's house was getting closer and closer, Gu Yang's heart became a little crazy.

The car stopped in front of the black gate, Fu Sicheng's private manor, the "cenyuan" symbolizing his identity.

He sat in the driver's seat, tightening his cold face, biting his back teeth and staring at the car.

See song Rao get out of the car and enter the gate. He broke the defense in an instant, and the whole person lost control like crazy, smashed the steering wheel, and the veins on his neck burst.

Song Rao entered the gate. A luxury car had already been waiting for her.

It's really the Fu family. It's still a few minutes' drive at home.

This is Fu Sicheng's private residence. Fu Sicheng doesn't live in Fu's residence, but lives here. This is her first time to this place. She has always heard that Fu Sicheng's private residence cenyuan is as luxurious as the White House, but it is more meaningful.

See it with your own eyes. It's true.

Just don't know how many innocent people's flesh and blood he got by stepping on these capital. Song Rao once again thought of her poor father who was suffering from prison.

With a feeling of hatred, the car stopped in front of the villa.

Song Rao got out of the car and entered the villa.

In the study, Fu Sicheng still sat at his desk until the internal telephone rang and he got through.

"Here comes Miss Song, sir."

"Yes."

Fu Sicheng immediately got up and prepared to go downstairs.

His tall figure walked through the long corridor and saw a thin figure standing in the center of the downstairs hall. With her back to the direction of the stairs, she stood there in a white skirt and long hair shawl, and her back was haunting.

Fu Sicheng stood at the entrance of the stairs and looked at her from top to bottom without worrying.

His eyes slowly moved down on Song Rao's waist to her exposed half of her lower leg, and then down, he was wearing a pair of beige flat shoes, and his ankles were thin and white.

The housekeeper, who was a senior, poured juice for song Rao, warmly invited her to sit down on the sofa and play TV.

Fu Sicheng came back and went downstairs.

Hearing the news, song Rao turned to see Fu Sicheng. She stood up again, "President Fu."

Fu Sicheng: "sit down."

He sat down on the sofa first, and song Rao sat down later.

"How's your hand?" he asked, picking up a small bag on the table and opening it.

Song Rao subconsciously looked and saw that the bag contained gauze, cotton swabs and a box of scalding cream. She couldn't help frowning. Fu Sicheng came to her to change her dressing, didn't he?

"Much better." Song Rao replied.

"Didn't you touch the water?" he asked again. At the same time, he turned to song Rao, grabbed her scalded hand and began to remove the bandage for her.

Song Rao didn't resist, just told him, "Mr. Fu, you changed my medicine in the company yesterday."

"It's hot, change clothes frequently and get better quickly."

"Mr. Fu really cares about his employees. He's just in the company. He still wants to send a car to pick them up all the way."

Her tone was very unhappy. Fu Sicheng looked at her and said, "good morning, don't delay."

"So you came to me just to change the dressing?"