Luxury Marriage: Mr.Fu's Cold Wife

Ding Bo looked at his eyes. His heart couldn't help hanging to his throat. The Adam's apple on his neck was wriggling up and down. The muscles on his face were tight and his lips trembled. After a while, he slowly said, "last time, Miss Mu came here last time and accidentally left this with me."

"Bang -" with a loud and clear noise, the earring was so severely thrown to the ground by him. He walked forward madly, raised his foot fiercely, and kicked Ding Bo mercilessly to the ground. If Linda hadn't let people stop behind, the consequences would be unimaginable.

"Mr. Fu, calm down first. Maybe it's not what you think." Linda was afraid that someone would die. One of them comforted him. Ding Bo was fat and in bad health. Just after eating this foot, he fell to the ground and couldn't get up. If he got a few more times, he didn't know what would happen.

It was not easy for Fu to be stopped, but his anger did not decrease in the slightest. His deep eyes were filled with anger, his sword eyebrows raised, and his eyes were full of fierce, like a beast robbed of his beloved things, unscrupulously venting his anger.

It was not easy for several of his men to take him away from here. Linda was frightened on one side. When she got downstairs, those men released him and retreated to one side. Everyone dared not even speak out.

"Mr. Fu, I'll send someone to take good care of it here. We'd better go back first." Linda tried to persuade Fu to leave for fear that she might say a wrong word, but he interrupted her.

"Who gave you the courage to stop me? Get out of here!" He made a firm statement, turned around and prepared to go upstairs again.

"Mr. Fu, Ding Bo has heart disease and can't stand your boxing. Do you have to kill people?" Seeing this, Linda immediately stepped forward and stood in front of him. Although she had no bottom in her heart, she still didn't want Fu uniform to provoke such a lawsuit. After all, human life is not a small matter.

Listening to her words, Fu uniform Zun couldn't help but stop, took a few deep breaths and tried to calm himself down. Every time Mu Yansheng was involved, he couldn't control himself. Whether it was good or bad, his heart was affected by her. Now, this feeling is becoming stronger and stronger.

He finally returned to the car. Linda helped him pick up the earring when she left. Seeing that he was angry now, she didn't dare to give it directly to him, but secretly put it in his pocket.

Now, everything shows that there must be some improper relationship between mu Yansheng and Ding Bo. When he thought about this, he couldn't help turning over rivers and seas.

She quarreled with him the day before yesterday. Mu Yansheng hasn't recovered. She thinks he won't come back tonight. Anyway, there are many good places for him. Home is just a dispensable place for him. When night falls, she takes a bath and goes to bed after dinner. Her hands gently pat her slightly raised belly and hum the children's songs she used to listen to when she was a child, Gradually into my sleep.

Just as she was immersed in dreamland, there was a sudden loud noise at the door. She could not help being woken up, her eyes were sluggish, and her thin body crept slowly in the quilt. She sat up without waiting for her to sit up. A strong smell of alcohol poured into her nasal cavity, and it contained a little perfume.

Before she could react, her body was completely imprisoned by a strong long arm. She hummed and struggled. The heavy breathing echoed in her ears, and the warm breath rushed to her neck, so that she couldn't help turning her face aside.

"Let go of me, will you wake up?" She felt that the weight on her body seemed to be getting bigger and bigger. She couldn't help but have some ominous premonitions in her heart. Xiumei locked her eyebrows and roared in his ear. He slowly regained consciousness.

Taking advantage of his relaxed Kung Fu, she pushed his hand away, touched the switch on the wall, and turned on the light in the room. The light lit up in the room, and the light hit their faces, which also made her completely see Fu's state.

"It's getting late. Go back and have a rest." Mu Yansheng didn't say anything and didn't want to say anything. In the face of his drunkenness, even if she wanted to reason with him, it must be impossible. It's better to calm down the matter and have a rest early.

Fu uniform Zun did not leave, but staggered forward, sat beside her, grabbed her wrist, his eyes were full of spider webs of red blood, and his mouth gave birth to some scum, which seemed to be a little vicissitudes. His cold side face was unusually firm, a few buttons were scattered above his shirt, and his white and strong chest loomed.

"You, what do you want to do?" As she saw him getting closer and closer to herself, she couldn't help grasping the quilt on her body and retreated. Her eyes flashed and dropped her eyes slightly. Her long eyelashes trembled slightly like butterfly wings, and her face was as shy as a girl.

Fu uniform Zun didn't speak, but slowly stretched out his hand and brushed the broken hair on her temples. The expression on her face was unspeakably complex. Her deep eyes were like a deep well, mysterious and far away, which was incomprehensible.

With a little fear on her face, she retreated slightly, then paused again, looked at his face in doubt, and couldn't feel the real thoughts in his heart.

He couldn't help laughing. Then he took his hand back, stood up slowly, strode out and helped her close the door.

Mu Yansheng was stunned in situ and watched his back disappear in his sight for a long time. She returned to her mind. She swallowed her saliva, drilled back into the quilt, took a deep breath, and calmed down for a long time. She didn't want to understand Fu's symmetrical behavior at all. With doubts about him, she slowly fell asleep after a long time.

Early the next morning, she got out of bed. It seemed that she didn't sleep well last night. The complexion on on her face was a little dark, and the dark circles under her eyes gradually came out. She went to the bathroom, took care of herself briefly, and went downstairs.

Fu was sitting at the table with a glass of milk in his hand. He was eating breakfast. When he saw her coming, he just looked at her faintly without any indication.

Today, he changed into a simple and casual home clothes, a white T-shirt with a light gray sweater, full of youth, and all the beard residues on his mouth were disposed of. He looked like a teenager who had just stepped out of the campus, clean and beautiful.