Limited Time Contract: A Beautiful Wife Is Hard to Train

Marriage can leave, as for children... She gently touched her flat belly, bitterness spread in her eyes, it happened that she also needed children to make up for her own shortcomings.

The next day, Fu's front desk politely rejected Chu Qingci's request to see Fu Yihang.

"Sorry miss, I really can't let you in without an appointment."

Shen Simu glanced at it casually, but slowed down after seeing Chu Qingci. She was wearing sunglasses that covered half of her face, as if she didn't want others to recognize her.

She walked over, and the front desk immediately raised a bright smile, "Director Shen."

"Well, I know this lady, I'll take her up."

Chu Qingci glanced at her, but said nothing.

The two of them had a tacit understanding in the elevator and did not speak. Chu Qingci took off her sunglasses, raised her hair and said, "Are you so relieved? If it were other women, they wouldn't put their love rivals on the table."

"You also said it was another woman." Shen Simu smiled slightly, different from Chu Qingci's special dress, the smart attire fit her identity very well.

"People from the Fu family call you Director Shen. They don't know about your relationship with Yihang?" Chu Qingci said, "Maybe they don't think you are qualified to stand beside him."

The elevator door opened, Shen Simu didn't answer a word, and went straight out.

"Ma'am." Song Ya's smile froze, and seeing Chu Qingci following behind her, she secretly sweated for Fu Yihang, what a crime.

"Miss Chu." The attitude of addressing them is very different.

Seeing Shen Simu coming over, Fu Yihang couldn't restrain the smile on his lips, "Why are you here at this time? Miss me?"

"I'm not the one who misses you." Shen Simu looked calm, and put the thermos in front of him, "My mother asked me to bring it here, drink it quickly, I have to go back to the company."

As soon as the words fell, Chu Qingci walked in.

She said softly, "Yihang."

Song Ya followed behind a little at a loss, seeing Fu Yihang's deep gaze, a chill came from behind him.

"I am now the vice president of the Chu Corporation, and my father has entrusted me with the supply of building materials." Chu Qingci said, "Are you going to let me sit down, Yihang?"

"Since you're here to discuss cooperation, it's still business." Fu Yihang got up and held her hand, and let go in a second, "I hope President Chu will make an appointment in advance next time."

Chu Qingci didn't expect Fu Yihang to say these words, the smile froze on his face, and from the corner of his eyes, he saw Shen Simu propping his chin, casually flipping through those expensive contracts.

His hands were tightly clenched into fists, and his heart was so sore that he died.

She nodded, "I'm the one who was abrupt today, since you're here, why don't you have a good chat?"

"I think I have made it very clear to the Chu family that there is no need for this cooperation."

Chu Qingci originally wanted to let Shen Simu leave by discussing cooperation, but Fu Yihang had no intention of speaking at all.

She had no choice but to say, "The reason why this cooperation cannot be carried out is undoubtedly the price and quality issues, and the Chu family can adjust these in time."

"There is also the Cheng family... It was a wrong decision to cooperate with the Cheng family at the beginning, but the ratio of cooperation with the Cheng family is very heavy, and the Chu family needs that money."

"If Mr. Chu thinks these can be adjusted, then come and talk to me after adjustments are made." Fu Yihang refused to mention Cheng's matter, "Song Ya!"

Song Ya, who was trembling outside the door, immediately opened the door and came in, "Miss Chu, please."

Chu Qingci couldn't even pretend to smile, and left with a cold face.

After she left, the smell of perfume still lingered in the office. Shen Simu put away the contract, walked up to Fu Yihang, and raised her hand to grab his tie.

"Boss Fu's business-like attitude makes me panic. I don't have an appointment today. Should I leave now?"

"You don't need to make an appointment." Fu Yihang clasped her waist and pressed it directly. As soon as he opened his mouth, hot air sprayed on her abdomen, which was crisp and itchy.

"Today is my birthday."

"Really? How did I remember it was the day after tomorrow?" Shen Simu raised her hand and patted his head, hesitated for a few seconds, "Isn't it the day after tomorrow?"

Fu Yihang looked up at her resentfully, "Don't you remember my birthday?"

"En..." Shen Simu smiled awkwardly, "I don't seem to remember."

Fu Yihang's eyes became more resentful, like a resentful woman, Shen Simu quickly opened the thermos, and the fragrance immediately dispersed, covering the scent of the perfume.

"Drink the soup and drink the soup."

Fortunately, Fu Yihang didn't chase after him. Shen Simu raised her hand to fiddle with the broken hair on his forehead, and suddenly approached, "I'll pick you up after get off work in the evening."

The soft lips pressed against his face lightly, and disappeared immediately before he could react.

A few minutes passed, and Fu Yihang still maintained that posture. He touched his face, raised his hand and glanced at his watch, well, it's less than an hour before he gets off work.

She clearly wanted to go home with her on purpose.

In the garage, Fu Yihang walked quickly to Shen Simu with his long legs, with a smile in his eyes, he was about to get into the car while holding her hand.

Shen Simu frowned, "My feet hurt, are those slippers in the trunk still there?"

"I'll get it." Fu Yihang opened the trunk, but he didn't see the slippers. What caught his eyes was countless roses, as bright as fire and dazzling.

Song Ya, who had been hiding in the corner for a long time, walked over carefully holding the cake, only to hear Shen Simu say: "I haven't forgotten your birthday, idiot, happy birthday."

Fu Yihang stared at her blankly, only to hear her say: "It is said that roses are the most symbolic of love, and I want to give them to you. This is my first birthday with you after I come back."

She lifted Fu Yihang's hand, with a deep smile in her eyes, and a soft tone, "I hope we can celebrate every birthday of yours together in the future."

Fu Yihang directly hugged her in his arms, tightly and tightly, as if he was afraid that the person in his arms would disappear, he greedily absorbed her body's temperature and breath, and dared not let go.

"Thank you, Simu." There were too many thanks for him to say, so he could only repeat thank you over and over again.

Song Ya held the cake and was left to hang aside. The muscles on his face were twitching from laughing for too long. He rubbed his face, looking for an opportunity to speak.

Fortunately, Fu Yihang found out with conscience, "You get off work."

Taking the cake in his hand, he raised his lips, "I'll give you a bonus."

"Happy birthday to the president, I wish the president's wife love and happiness for a long time! Thank you, president!" Song Ya was so grateful that she ran away to leave a private space for the two of them.

"Why are your eyes red?" Shen Simu lifted his chin in surprise and stared at his reddish eyes, couldn't help laughing, "Is it moved?"

Fu Yihang glanced at her, and tightened his lips, "Can I make a wish?"

"Of course." Shen Simu clapped her hands and hummed softly, "Happy birthday to you... Hurry up, blow out the candles!"

Fu Yihang stared into her eyes, the love in his eyes was deep and deep, and he couldn't wave it away, "My birthday wish, love me forever."

After eating a few mouthfuls of cake, Fu Yihang seemed to be drunk, holding Shen Simu's hand and chattering about many things that he never said before.