Luxury Marriage: Mr.Fu's Cold Wife

Mu Yansheng was a little confused by his roar. He lay quietly on the hospital bed, his throat was still a little dry and painful. Seeing the rosy clouds outside, he had a guess in his heart.

"Did he stay here with me all night?" Mu Yansheng secretly thought of it in his heart, but he couldn't believe it. Fu qizun always despised and condescended in front of her. How could he waste his sleep time with her in the hospital?

Just as she was stunned, Fu stood up, stretched, and immediately interrupted her thoughts.

"Do you know you slept like a dead pig this night and couldn't wake up at all? What a stupid woman." Fu even Zun yawned and gave her a white look. Although his mouth was scolding, a little heartache flashed in his eyes.

"What time is it?" Mu Yansheng raised his eyes slightly, looked at Fu uniform and asked weakly.

"Don't worry about it. I've asked you for a good leave at school. Don't go to school these days. Have a good rest at home." Fu qiaozun was still as domineering as usual, and did not say to ask for her advice, so he decided without authorization.

But it's good. Anyway, something like that happened yesterday. Now the school must have spread. She doesn't know what face she should go to school. It's better to take a few days off for the time being. After the weekend, those people slowly forget it, and then she goes to class quietly.

"By the way, you've been sleeping for so long. You should be hungry. I'll go out and buy you something to eat. Stay here and don't move." Fu even Zun suddenly thought of this, gave a simple explanation and went out. Although his attitude was as indifferent as ever, Mu Yansheng felt a trace of warmth in it.

Soon, Fu came back from the outside with a box of porridge in his hand and sat by her bed.

Mu Yansheng thought that of course he couldn't feed himself, so he struggled to sit up from the bed and wanted to take the porridge in his hand, but he blocked him back.

"Your hand is still infused. How to eat it? I'd better feed you." Fu even Zun opened the lid, looked at her incredible little face, and immediately realized in his heart that it was wrong.

"Don't think about it. They bought you for $5 million. If anything happens, our Fu family will lose their money. Young master is handsome and has a successful career. He's not interested in a woman with a flat chest than a flat face like you." Fu qiaozun raised his head, looked proud, explained reasonably, and eagerly abandoned his relationship with her.

"That's good." Mu Yansheng's face was gloomy, and he whispered a word at his mouth, straightening his spine and full of pride.

"Hum, for the sake of your illness, I'm too lazy to quarrel with you." As Fu qiaozun said, he scooped up a spoonful of porridge and blew it on his mouth. After he was sure it wasn't hot, he sent it to her mouth.

She did not refuse, nodded and drank it.

Mu Yansheng took the opportunity of sick leave to have a good rest at home for a few days. Fu qizun also whispered to her these days. He came back early from work every day. Although he said he wanted to come back early and look at her, he was afraid that she would die in the house. It was unlucky. In fact, he was always worried about her and was afraid that she would have an accident at home alone.

Those people in the school took videos and photos of what happened that day and posted them on the Internet. Now the school's post bar, forum and microblog are fried. Those keyboard men have all human flesh out her phone number, home address and other private information. Originally, her microblog is not very commonly used and there are not many fans, but since that incident, The number of her microblog fans soared, breaking ten thousand at one time.

Every day, many people scold her under her microblog, send private messages to her, and others call her directly and send text messages. They scold her for being shameless and being a scum of C. her mobile phone has never been as lively as it is now.

Seeing this, Fu even Zun didn't say much. He took her cell phone directly, pressed the shutdown button and threw it aside.

"Do your own thing well and ignore those people." Fu qiaozun's thin lips opened lightly and said faintly, pulling back Mu Yansheng's thoughts.

Mu Yansheng nodded and stopped paying attention to the mobile phone. He turned his attention to the book in his hand and forced himself not to think about those things and ignore those people.

Gongsun Zan hasn't called her or sent her a wechat these days. Looking at this situation, he has listened to Yang Shanshan's words. He thinks she has been kept and doesn't have any interest in her anymore.

But these days were probably the most peaceful for her. Fu qiaozun was not picky, Gongsun Zan didn't bother, and Yang Shanshan disappeared. She finally had time to take a good look at the book borrowed from the library. Looking at the beheaded queen in her hand, she couldn't help thinking of the first time she met Gongsun Zan at school, Everything is like a dream. When you dream, you are caught off guard, and when you wake up, you wake up in a hurry.

But the good times didn't last long. A few days of sick leave and the weekend were about to pass. She had to go to school again. On that day, Fu qiaozun didn't say anything more to her. He just told her to be herself, and then hurried out.

Mu Yansheng packed up her things and went to school in the car prepared by Fu uniform Zun. She was almost fully armed, with masks, sunglasses and hats. She walked quickly to the classroom with her head down, then slipped in through the back door and sat in the most humble corner.

However, she was found by her sharp eyed classmates. For a time, dozens of pairs of eyes looked at her and whispered below. She always remembered what Fu qizun told her: be yourself.

So she instinctively shielded the eyes of those people, thinking that if she didn't pay attention to them, they wouldn't be interested, but what she didn't expect was that her retreat as much as possible made those people more unscrupulous.

Soon, several girls walked towards her, holding a mobile phone in their hands. A girl held out her hand, roughly pulled off her sunglasses and mask, and a sneer came out around her.

"Oh, I didn't expect you to have the face to come to school. The psychology of the people favored by the rich is really different from us."

"Not only the psychology is different, but also the face is different."

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