Voice to you: Only wives are allowed to act coquettishly

"Are you making Sissy angry?" Tu Meiling hadn't followed Wen Qian's news for two days because he and Wen Qian had reconciled and quarreled.

Subconscious questioning revealed her concern for Wen Qian, Gu Weiyi's expected expression, it is impossible for Tu Meiling to be angry with Wen Qian.

"There are many ways to apologize."

"for example?"

"Give her something she likes." Gu Weiyi said while pouring drinks for Fu Yicheng and Tu Meiling, Wen Qian has everything now, so the most important thing is Fu Yicheng's heart.

Among the things Wen Qian likes, the only thing she likes is dubbing. Fu Yicheng realized that he knew little about Wen Qian.

Wen Qian knew all his preferences, and everything he ate and used was prepared by her.

Gu Weiyi saw Fu Yicheng's loss, and Tu Meiling also saw it: "I know what Qianqian likes."

Fu Yicheng suddenly realized, yes, there was a person sitting beside him who knew Wen Qian very well.

"You can send her flowers. The most important thing for a dubber is to feel comfortable physically and mentally. Sissy likes orchids the most."

"Isn't it a rose?" Fu Yicheng asked subconsciously. He had given Wen Qian roses before, and Wen Qian liked them very much.

"Who told you? Roses are easy to wither, unlike orchids, how could Sissy like it?" Tu Meiling spoke quickly, and only after she finished speaking did she realize what Fu Yicheng asked back.

She gritted her teeth in embarrassment: "This varies from person to person. She must like it if you give her roses."

The roses given by your lover can't be compared with what they give you.

It's just that the more she spoke, the more she seemed to be comforting Fu Yicheng, and the atmosphere became more awkward.

Fu Yicheng knew: "Thank you."

"Hey, you haven't said what happened between you and Wen Qian?" Tu Meiling called Fu Yicheng to stop, she didn't know if it was for Wen Qian's good that she made such an idea.

Fu Yicheng did not stop.

Outside the gate of Lingqian's studio, a special scene greeted us today.

The famous Mr. Fu actually stood in the center holding a large bouquet of red roses. Although he was married to Mr. Wen, he was not yet thirty, and wrapped in a suit, he exuded an aura of abstinence.

Wen Qian arrived at the company 10 minutes ago on time, and the moment she saw Fu Yicheng, her first reaction was to turn around and leave.

But Fu Yicheng had already seen her, so how could he let her go so easily, just as Wen Qian turned around, he grabbed her wrist: "Where are you going to hide?"

Wen Qian stepped on her high heels and couldn't run away from him. She broke away from Fu Yicheng's hand and said stiffly, "I didn't hide."

He brushed his hair unnaturally. This is the entrance of the studio, and it's working hours. Many people have already seen it.

"Didn't I come last time? Are you still afraid of being seen?" Last time he brought Fu Rongmo with him.

It's not that Wen Qian is afraid of being seen, it's because she hasn't forgiven Fu Yicheng yet, and doesn't want to get too close to him: "You came to see me for something?"

"Come with me." Fu Yicheng stuffed the big bouquet of roses into Wen Qian's arms, which filled Wen Qian's arms in an instant, grabbed her wrist again, and carried her to the parking lot without explanation.

Wen Qian couldn't help but let Fu Yicheng lead her away, because there was a large bouquet of roses in her arms, and the scent of roses instantly overwhelmed her.

The employees in the studio seemed to smell the gossip. It was so tempting for Mr. Fu to show up and send flowers in person. The single young women all imagined that they were Wen Qian, who could receive flowers from Mr. Fu and be with her Always hold hands.

Fu Yicheng pulled Wen Qian to the trunk of his car before stopping.

"Close your eyes."

"Huh?" Now that you've come here, you still have to pretend to be mysterious.

Seeing that Wen Qian didn't cooperate, Fu Yicheng wanted to do it himself, Wen Qian quickly closed her eyes: "Okay."

A look of hurt flashed across Fu Yicheng's eyes, did Wen Qian just dislike his touch so much?
But the way he closed his eyes made Fu Yicheng couldn't help but feel distracted.

Anyway, Wen Qian closed her eyes, unable to see, Fu Yicheng gently covered her thin lips.

Wen Qian felt a cold touch on her lips, and wanted to push her away, but Fu Yicheng hugged her even tighter first.

It was already 5 minutes after the kiss ended, Wen Qian didn't like Fu Yicheng's behavior very much, and always used this method to force her to solve the problem.

Fu Yicheng looked at Wen Qian's slightly red and swollen lips from being kissed with satisfaction, and opened the trunk of the car.

It is full of roses, with pink roses mixed in, spelling out the shape of "I love you" in English.

If it was just now, Wen Qian might be moved, but now she just wants to go back to work quickly.

"You brought me down just to see these roses?"

Wen Qian's expression of surprise that Fu Yicheng imagined was gone: "I put it together myself, you...don't like it?"

Didn't it mean that the lover will definitely like the roses given to him?
In Wen Qian's hand, there was still a bouquet of roses that had just been crushed by the hug of the two of them. Because of her injury, she looked even more beautiful.

"You have nothing else to say to me?"

Fu Yicheng knew what Wen Qian wanted: "Get in the car."

Wen Qian didn't refuse this time, she wanted to see what Fu Yicheng wanted to do.

Send a message to Zhao Daixin, tell Tu Meiling that she has asked for leave, and help her drive the car back.

Zhao Daixin heard everyone's discussion as soon as he arrived at the studio. It seems that Fu Yicheng took Wen Qian away for a big deal, so he has to tell Si Yue quickly.

Fu Yicheng brought Wen Qian back home. Wen Qian hadn't come back to live in for several days, and this villa added a bit of depression for no reason.

Fu Yicheng had already prepared a brazier, and beside it were all the things Gao Yajun left in the warehouse.

Wen Qian had already guessed what he was going to do, so she didn't stop her, watching Fu Yicheng burn all these things with a fire.

What love letters, birthday presents all turned into a pile of ruins.

I have to say that Fu Yicheng's birthday gift to Gao Yajun was quite valuable, and Fu Yicheng also burned it as soon as he said it.

"I've already burned everything left by Mr. Gao Ya."

Wen Qian has no intention of forgiving him.

The unextinguished flame made Wen Qian as cold as ice at the moment.

"Is it too late to burn now?"

"Sissy, I really didn't know that Gao Yajun left these things in the warehouse. She can let you see, isn't she just trying to provoke the relationship between us?" If Wenqian really believed it, she would I fell for Mr. Gao Ya.

Wen Qian understands the truth: "Don't I even have the right to be angry?"

"That was not what I meant."

Why can't this matter go through?

"Then how can you calm down?" Gu Weiyi and Tu Meiling's ideas were not good at all, so he might as well ask Wen Qian directly.

Wen Qian was silent for a long while, unable to say what to do. She was not angry, but she couldn't relieve the pent-up breath in her chest.

"Okay, since you can't tell, then follow my own method."

Wen Qian had a question mark on her face, always thinking that Fu Yicheng would do something earth-shattering, but now she really has no better way: "It's up to you."