Luxury Marriage: Mr.Fu's Cold Wife

"I'm really scared, so scared..." Mu Yansheng took a deep breath, and her eyes couldn't help getting wet. She had always hinted in her heart that she couldn't cry any more and let Fu even Zun worry, but when she was really on the scene, she couldn't help it. Fear had filled her whole heart.

She couldn't help leaning against him. Her voice couldn't help lightening down, slightly lowered her eyes, and a drop of hot tears slipped slowly from the corners of her eyes. She bit her lower lip tightly until there were bursts of pain on her mouth, and bursts of bloody smell filled her mouth.

Fu even Zun comforted her gently. He knew that her heart was hard. In fact, his heart was not sad, but he didn't show it. Now she seems to have only him to rely on, so he must not fall anyway.

After a while, it was late at night, and Mu Yansheng also fell asleep unconsciously. He carefully put her on the bed, gently covered her with a quilt, and carefully tucked her in. After all this, he couldn't help but stand up and went straight out.

He stood by the window and looked at the neon flashing not far away. He couldn't help taking out a cigarette from his pocket, skillfully fiddled with the lighter and lit the cigarette. The small spark looked particularly dazzling in the dark room.

He seldom smokes at home. He knows that Mu Yansheng doesn't like the smell of cigarettes. In the past, when he smoked around her, she always coughed. So over time, he gradually noticed that he doesn't touch these cigarettes in general, especially when he is with her. However, now, he still can't help it.

The white smoke gushed from his mouth and nose, circled in the air, and then dissipated, leaving only a trace of nicotine. The smoke between his fingers was almost to the end, but his heart still had no clue. What Linda found these days were nothing but clues, and there was no substantive progress at all, And Du Xunsheng had no news at all, as if he didn't know it at all.

He doesn't want to wait any longer. In the past, he would stop like a cat catching a mouse, so that his opponent can't hold his breath and show his horse's feet. Then he pounced like a cheetah, bit his opponent's throat and didn't give him a chance to breathe. But now he can't. burning is his own son, and tiger poison doesn't eat children, He can't just sit and wait to die. Even if there is no definite evidence, he will go to have a good look at Du Xunsheng's tone.

Early the next morning, when Mu Yansheng woke up, she was the only one left at home. The quilt around her had no temperature. It was obvious that Fu qizun should have left long ago. She couldn't help thinking of what happened last night, and she couldn't help but sigh a little more.

She opened her quilt and went straight out of bed. Before she reached the door, she was awakened by the strong smell of food outside. She walked over in some doubt and opened the door. She saw sandwiches, fried eggs and milk on the plate on the table in the living room. She touched it with her hand and found that the milk was warm and the temperature of fried eggs and sandwiches was just right.

Unexpectedly, Fu even Zun specially prepared breakfast for her before she left. Although she was a little moved, after all, the burning thing was there. She still couldn't let go and enjoy the breakfast calmly.

She lowered her eyes slightly, and there were bursts of melancholy in her clear eyes. She slowly took her hands back, turned her face, and wanted to go to the bathroom for a simple wash, but her eyes suddenly caught a glimpse of a post it note on the tea table not far away.

She changed her direction, went straight over, leaned down slightly, picked up the post it note, and the vigorous pen words on it came into her eyes.

"You must finish your breakfast and wait for me at home."

Although there is no signature on it, Mu Yansheng knows who would leave such a note here except him. Besides him, whose handwriting is so natural and masculine. I have to admit that people like Fu qizun are destined to be ordinary from birth. They all say that words are like people. It's better to say that people are like words. If she hadn't been so close to him, I'm afraid when she first saw this handwriting, she would feel that the owner of this line would not have any intersection with her.

She put away the note, went to the bathroom and washed briefly. According to Fu's instructions, she ate breakfast seriously. However, what surprised her was that Fu could pinch her time to get up so accurately. The food was warm and just the temperature she liked. It was not so hot that it was difficult to eat, nor so cold that it was difficult to swallow.

Instead of going to the company, Fu qiaozun drove straight to Du Xunsheng's residence. This time he didn't take anyone. He knew Du Xunsheng's character. If he rushed there with his men, Du Xunsheng would not give him the answer he wanted, and it was likely that the dog jumped off the wall and did something bad for combustion. Therefore, in order to avoid unnecessary accidents, He still decided to go alone. In front of Du Xunsheng, he always had this confidence and never lost.

He parked the car at the door of the villa, got out of the car, went up a few steps, stood at the door and rang the doorbell. There was a movement in it immediately. A servant came over, opened the door and saw him. There was no accident. It seemed that he had known for a long time and waited for him to come.

"Mr. Fu, please come in." The servant stepped aside, held out his hand and made a "please" gesture.

Fu raised his head and went straight in. His whole body was covered with an unparalleled layer of dignity and alienation. His long, narrow and deep eyes were like a deep well that could not see to the end, constantly gushing out bursts of cold light, his sharp eyes were as cold as a sword, and his face was gloomy to the extreme point, even under such a situation, His dignity and pride did not diminish at all.

"Here you are. Sit down." Sitting on the sofa, Du Xunsheng leisurely tasted the red wine in the goblet and said it slowly. It seemed that he had been waiting for this day for a long time. Now Fu qizun came and hit him right, and it didn't exceed his expectations.

"It's not a good idea to threaten me with my son and want to get Fu."