Luxury Marriage: Mr.Fu's Cold Wife

They immediately got out of the car. Mu Yansheng helped him and accompanied him into the hospital. The doctor simply checked and bandaged him. He didn't hurt the vital point, so the wound was no big problem, just shed some blood.

"What the hell did you do inside? How could you be beaten like this?" Back at home, Mu Yansheng couldn't help asking. She stood beside him, slightly lowered her eyes, and the arc on her face was much softer.

"Nothing. I just said something from my heart. Don't go out alone recently. Tell me where you want to go and I'll go with you." Fu couldn't help thinking of Guan Shili's eyes. She couldn't swallow it. It's sooner or later to do something bad behind her back.

"Oh." Mu Yansheng didn't ask much, just nodded and answered. She couldn't help feeling uneasy when she remembered Guan Shili's appearance just now.

For several days in a row, Fu qiaozun had white gauze on the back of his head and had to apply medicine every day. This kind of work was also handed over to Mu Yansheng with honor. However, Mu Yansheng sometimes did nothing light or heavy, often causing him endless pain.

"Can you take it easy? You want to murder your husband." Fu Yunzun was lying on the sofa, with a little grim look and no breath to make complaints about it.

"I think it's already very light. Why does it still hurt you?" Mu Yansheng is also very speechless. She has clearly paid attention to it again and again, but the helpless thing has never been what she thought. She still underestimated her strength.

"Are you a woman or not? You look thin and small. You look malnourished and have so much strength." Fu even Zun deliberately disliked Tao and glanced at her with some grievances in his deep eyes.

Mu Yansheng listened to his words, deliberately increased his strength and pressed down the cotton swab.

"Ah -" Fu qiaozun couldn't help shouting. He wanted to be crazy on the sofa. He sat up, stared at Mu Yansheng and shouted, "how much you hate me, half your life is dying."

Mu Yansheng looked at his face. His hair was a little messy, his thin lips were tiny, his eyebrows were tight and his face was red. He felt very cute. He couldn't help laughing.

"You're funny, I'll make you laugh." Fu qiaozun was angry and rushed at her, pressed her down on the sofa and clamped her hands.

For a time, the four eyes are opposite, and the face is only close at hand.

She seemed to be a little stimulated. She couldn't help but burst out her agreement with Gongsun Zan. She pushed him away, opened her eyes wide, and her face was full of panic. She put on her clothes in a panic, slipped off the sofa, and ran back to the room without even having time to put on her shoes.

Fu qiaozun looked at her back and couldn't help feeling lost. It seems that up to now, she still can't be honest with him.

Mu Yansheng leaned against the door and gasped heavily. She didn't know when fine beads of sweat appeared on her forehead. Her heart was still rippling. Her face was already red behind her ears. Her legs couldn't help but soften. She squatted down slowly, sat on the ground, held her knees tightly with her hands, and curled up her body in a ball.

She doesn't know what she's thinking. She wants to restrain herself. She doesn't tell herself that she loves Gongsun Zan all the time. She's just helpless and compromise with Fu uniform. In addition, she has no other feelings, but when things come to an end, she can't help herself. She can't help loving Fu uniform and catering to him.

She had always thought that her occasional love for Fu qiaozun in the bottom of her heart was just a fever, but she didn't know that she had fallen deeper and deeper in it.

After a long time, she didn't step out of the door, and he didn't bother. In the evening, he walked to her door, hesitated for a moment, raised his hand and knocked on her door.

"Yan Sheng, I'm hungry. Come out and cook."

Mu Yansheng was relieved when she listened to his words. She took a few deep breaths, tried to calm herself down, pretended to be nothing and went to the door and opened the door.

"I'll do it now." She lowered her eyes slightly, dared not look into his eyes, bypassed his body and went straight downstairs.

Fu even Zun followed her. He seemed to have something to say to her, but he didn't know how to open his mouth. She saw all his differences. Finally, she couldn't help it. She turned around, slightly lowered her head and asked, "if you have anything, just say it."

"I'm sorry about what happened just now. I won't do it again." Fu qiaozun seldom behaved like this, and he knew in his heart that he seemed to have done something extraordinary. He was as clever as a child who had made a mistake and was not half domineering in front of her.

"It's all right. I don't blame you. I'll cook." She smiled, shrugged her shoulders in a relaxed manner, and then went into the kitchen. She looked much better.

At the beginning, Fu qiaozun always thought that she was bought by the Fu family. There was no shortage of women like her around him, so he took it for granted that everything he wanted her to do should be taken for granted, and she should not have any rejection and resistance; But I don't know when he felt that he was such an asshole. He began to want to respect her, protect her and understand her. Even his extraordinary business mind couldn't recognize this hazy emotion.

He leaned back on the sofa, didn't know what he was thinking, and his eyes couldn't help looking at the kitchen.