Luxury Marriage: Mr.Fu's Cold Wife

Lin Yifan gave him a wink. He naturally understood what she meant. That's the only way to do it now. He must get Mu Yansheng back. If he misses this opportunity, he may suffer some twists and turns. He must not allow it.

He bought a ticket on his way back. He knew that Mu Yansheng lived in a manor in the small town of Boer Perot in England. He had rehearsed the scene of seeing her countless times in his heart. I didn't know whether she was still the same as seven years ago.

When he arrived at the airport, he was restless and kept looking at the time. He didn't want to wait any longer. If he could, he really wanted to fly in front of her in an instant. He didn't know whether she was surprised or frightened when she saw herself.

At this time, on the other side of the ocean, Mu Yansheng was also waiting at the airport, but she was much more calm than him, and the boy quietly watching the comic book beside her was particularly eye-catching. After seven years of quiet life, she was finally going to return home.

Fu qiaozun got on the plane. At the same time, she also took her children on the plane.

"Burn, don't look. Let your eyes rest." She looked at the children around her, who were still staring at the comic book in her hand, so she stretched out her hand and took his book.

"Mom, I'm hungry. I want pizza." The boy raised his head and stared at her with dark eyes. His eyes were full of desire. Although he was only seven years old, his facial features were much more refined and correct than those of children of the same age. His skin was white and his height was particularly outstanding. He even surpassed many European children of the same age. He was always the most prominent one in the crowd, Those dark eyes completely inherited Fu's gene, cold and arrogant without losing tenderness. Her noble temperament is just the same as Fu's. although she has been cultivating and educating him as a child of ordinary people in recent years, I don't know when he has been invisible with a little more cold and arrogant and noble, as if he has been different since he was born.

"Darling, you can bear it. When you get off the plane, your mother will take you to eat." Mu Yansheng gently touched his head and looked dignified. She hadn't set foot in that familiar land for seven years. If she hadn't been seven years old, wanted to go to primary school, didn't apply for immigration and couldn't go to school in Britain, she would never take him back.

Flaming nodded obediently and snuggled up in her arms. She was sensible enough to make people feel distressed. It seemed that she had maturity and steadiness beyond her peers. Her eyes didn't look like a seven-year-old child at all.

After a full eleven hour flight, their planes met in the air, separated in the air and flew in the opposite direction. One landed in Britain and the other returned to China.

Fu qiaozun got off the plane and didn't care to rest. He immediately rushed to her residence and wanted to find her in the shortest time. However, when he looked for her according to the address given to him by Anteng, the manor had long been empty, leaving only budding flowers in the garden and an empty house.

"Yan Sheng, Yan Sheng, are you there?" He knocked on the door again and again at the door, but there was no response inside. Helpless, he had to kick open the door, break in, look around, and keep calling Mu Yansheng's name. The feelings that had been dormant for so long also began to stir in his heart. There was still her smell in the house, but there was no figure of her.

His mind was gradually disturbed, and suddenly a strong sense of loss and fear came to his face. He never felt so embarrassed and lost. It seemed that he was played an international joke and came full of hope, but he was drowned by reality.

Just when he didn't know what to do, there was a sudden sound of footsteps at the door. A middle-aged woman who looked about 40 years old came in. She had yellow skin and black eyes. It seemed that she should also be Asian.

"Who are you? Are you looking for Yan Sheng?" She asked suspiciously. She looked up and down at Fu qizun in fog. Listening to her tone, she seemed to know Mu Yansheng very well.

He listened to the formal Chinese and understood that the woman in front of him was also Chinese like him. He heard Mu Yansheng's name from her mouth. He was a little surprised.

"Yes, where has she gone?" He nodded and hurriedly asked, looking very eager.

"She has returned home. It seems that she just left yesterday. She should have arrived now." The woman explained, with a little regret on her face.

"What?! she suddenly went back!" Fu uniform Zun listened to her words. His feet softened and he couldn't help but step back. His face suddenly became gloomy. His sword eyebrows frowned tightly, and there were vertical and horizontal gullies between the tips of his eyebrows. His narrow and deep eyes were full of shock and loss. He didn't expect that he had been wrong with her at this juncture.

"Didn't Yan Sheng have no relatives? Are you?" The woman looked at Fu qizun up and down, and a trace of doubt flashed in her eyes. After all, such a strange man suddenly broke into a single woman's home in a foreign country without permission, which is really not very good.

"I'm her husband!" Fu even Zun said this sentence without even thinking about it. In his heart, Mu Yansheng had long been his wife, so it was perfectly understandable for him to say so.

"Ah!" The woman couldn't help but be surprised. When she grew up, she couldn't connect the man in front of her with Mu Yansheng. In her eyes, Fu was dignified, indifferent and noble, while Mu Yansheng was always soft and weak. The two people didn't seem to match at a glance, but they met together.

"You seem to know Yan Sheng very well." He raised his head, looked righteous, and a trace of doubt flashed in his eyes. Now he was very curious about everything about Mu Yansheng. He wanted to know about her life in the past seven years.

"Yan Sheng and I have been neighbors for seven years. Just call me sister Ling. I've lived with her since the day she moved here. If you really want to be her husband, go back and find her. She's lonely here these years. She can't continue to be helpless." Sister Ling said that, then she turned around and left here directly, leaving him standing alone in place, some at a loss.