Luxury Marriage: Mr.Fu's Cold Wife

That day, Mu Yansheng had just finished his class and was ready to go back on the school road. Gongsun Zan came face-to-face. They happened to meet.

"Yan Sheng, why don't I take you out? Anyway, I have no classes today." Gongsun Zan stood in front of Mu Yansheng, his eyes were full of piety, and the smile on her face made her not have the heart to refuse.

In the bottom of his heart, Mu Yansheng also wanted to stay with Gongsun Zan for a while. Thinking that the driver parked the car far away, it should be nothing to go out of school with him, so he happily agreed.

On the Boulevard, the boy in white shirt and jeans and the girl in light blue floral dress walked together. The girl just reached his neck. This was originally a picturesque harmonious scene, but it was destroyed by the timid stalker behind.

Suddenly, a boy rushed from behind them on an electric car. The boy's technology seemed not very good. Seeing that he was about to hit Mu Yansheng, Gongsun Zan quickly pulled Mu Yansheng into his arms and escaped the disaster.

Mu Yansheng didn't respond at all, so she was pulled over. Her hand was casually placed on Gongsun Zan's shoulder. In a hurry, Gongsun Zan hugged her slender waist, his chin against her forehead, and her long hair scattered on his arm, attracting the passing students to look sideways.

When she reacted, her face was already flushed. She quickly pushed Gongsun Zan away and kept a certain distance from Gongsun Zan, but her heart beat faster.

"Cough, are you okay?" Gongsun Zan also felt a little embarrassed. He pretended to cough twice, lowered his eyes and asked with concern.

"I'm fine." Mu Yansheng was very nervous. He hurriedly grabbed the words and shook his head in a panic, as if he were doing something invisible.

"It's all right." Gongsun Zan lowered his head slightly, just whispered a word at his mouth, and then fell silent. The ambiguous actions just now made them very embarrassed.

However, this scene was photographed. The photographer was obviously an expert. He chose the most appropriate angle, virtualized the background, and made the original normal action very ambiguous. When he looked at the photos in the camera, he smiled with satisfaction. Thinking that the goal had been achieved, he no longer followed Mu Yansheng, and turned and slipped out.

"Hahaha, Mu Yansheng, with these photos, I see if you can still rely on your brother." Guan Shili sat on the sofa, crossed his legs, looked at the photos in front of her and laughed. Beside her was the person who followed Mu Yansheng. The person held a thick envelope in his hand. It seems that he took these photos and made no less money.

Guan Shili sealed these photos in an envelope and sent them anonymously to Fu's company. When Secretary Xiao Liu took the envelope up, Fu was busy and didn't want to pay attention. Xiao Liu put the envelope on his desk and went out.

When he was about to get off work, Fu uniform Zun was finally finished. When he was ready to leave with his coat, he suddenly noticed the envelope already on his desk. He was even more confused when he saw that there was no signature on the envelope.

He picked up the envelope and slowly opened it. He found that there were several photos inside. He immediately became more confused. He pulled out the photos, and Mu Yansheng's face was impressively printed into his eyes. He looked at the ambiguous action in the photo, his pupils gradually enlarged, clenched his teeth tightly, the fingertips of his thumb holding the photo had already turned white, and his anger gradually surged into his heart, Holding the photos in his hand, he strode out.

Mu Yansheng didn't know about it at all. He thought that today was still the same as usual, just an ordinary day. After walking to the door with Gongsun Zan, he went straight home.

As soon as she went in, she saw Fu uniform sitting in the living room. She was still wondering that he came back so early today, but she didn't pay much attention to anything. Seeing that Fu uniform didn't speak, she was ready to go upstairs.

"Come here." Fu even Zun slowly raised his eyes. Deep anger appeared in his eyes. She had to do it with a low and cold roar.

Mu Yansheng couldn't help getting nervous. He didn't know what he had done wrong. Fu qiaozun looked like this to her again.

"What did you do at school?" Fu even Zun looked straight ahead, his face livid and not angry.

"Nothing." Mu Yansheng's hands pulled the skirt tightly, his voice trembled, his face was already white, and there was a little timidity in his eyes.

"Really?" Fu raised his head, stared at her face, stood up from the sofa and picked up the photos.

"Give me a good look. Do you look familiar like looking in the mirror?" Fu even Zun waved his arm and threw those photos on her face. She was a little confused and couldn't help taking a half step back.

She squatted down slowly, picked up a picture, looked at the scene above, her lips widened, and was speechless with surprise.

"You don't mean to say that this photo was synthesized?" Fu looked at her with a condescending attitude. He clenched his fists tightly with his hands. His veins had already burst on his neck. He was trying his best to control his anger. He knew he couldn't do anything with women.

"Well, i..." Mu Yansheng stopped for a moment and stood up slowly. She wanted to explain, but she didn't know where to start. From beginning to end, she had nothing to do with Gongsun Zan, but she didn't know what happened. She looked so ambiguous in this photo.

"It seems that you admit it. Have you forgotten who I am and who you are?" Fu uniform Zun pressed step by step. With trembling lips, she kept retreating. When she couldn't retreat, her feet softened and she fell on the sofa behind her.

Fu qiaozun's whole body pressed up, and his water chestnut clear face was so close to her. He held her wrist and exhausted all his strength. It seemed that he was going to crush her bones, fixing her whole body on the sofa so that she couldn't move.

"I didn't." Mu Yansheng's body had already been scared soft. There were tears in his eyes. His face was very white without any blood color. It took a long time to make these three words out of his throat, but Fu uniform Zun didn't mean to buy it at all.

Her wrist was pinched and hurt. Every time Fu qizun approached, she couldn't help sending out bursts of fear. He was like a male lion occupied by outsiders. He would rush up at any time and control the territory again.