It's not too late to love: Young Master Fu spoils his wife with strength

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Fu Chengxun: "What is the level of this host, how does he speak like this, even the most basic expression is problematic, and he is still the host of the Spring Festival Gala?"

Xiang Elegy: "..."

Tolerate, to endure.

Two 10 minutes later.

Fu Chengxun: "Who is this little boy? With this level of singing, he can also go to the Spring Festival Gala. Are the requirements for the Spring Festival Gala so low now?"

This time, Xiang Elegy really couldn't take it anymore.

"Fu Chengxun, if you don't want to watch it, go upstairs now, turn left, and go back to the bedroom to sleep."

Really, he is the one to watch, and he is the one who has been beeping on the sidelines.

She didn't want to watch it at first, but he forced her to watch it and became interested, but he influenced her with his strength.

Fu Chengxun's jaw tightened, and he turned his head to look at her: "I'll just talk casually, what are you doing with such a big temper?"

Xiang Elegy was so angry that his expression was blurred: "Fu Chengxun, watching the Spring Festival Gala is warm and enjoyable. You are so demanding, but you are going to watch Hollywood blockbusters. What are you doing here to watch the Spring Festival Gala?"

Fu Chengxun?
She didn't call Mr. Fu, but Fu Chengxun directly.

Fu Chengxun didn't speak any more, his thin lips were tightly pursed.

Xiang Elegy did not expect that Fu Chengxun would choose to remain silent.

His eyes fell on Fu Chengxun's handsome profile, and he froze for a few seconds.

In the following time, Fu Chengxun did not speak again.

Xiang Elegy didn't know if it was because of what he said, or because the Spring Festival Gala later left him with nothing to complain about.

But Fu Chengxun's quietness did not make her put all her thoughts on the Spring Festival Gala. After watching for a while, her eyelids began to droop...

On the TV screen, the host of the Spring Festival Gala is saying the closing remarks.

Fu Chengxun turned his head to look at the person sitting beside him. Before he could say the word "end", what caught his eyes was the scene of a woman sleeping soundly.

As she fell asleep, her usual sarcasm was gone, and her calm and pretty face seemed a little more gentle.

After staring at it for a long time, Fu Chengxun looked away, picked up the remote control, and turned off the TV.

He got up, stood in front of the sofa, paused for a few seconds, bent down, picked up the sleeping woman, and walked upstairs.

……

The next morning.

Xiang Elegy woke up, the bedroom was warm and the sun was shining in, she sat up from the bed.

Looking at the light coming in from the floor-to-ceiling windows, I feel inexplicably much better.

She lifted the quilt and got out of bed, and walked barefoot to the French window.

Opening the curtains, the goal is a long-lost good weather.

Open your hands to the elegy, and feel it to your heart's content.

At this moment, there was a sound behind her, and she turned around, just in time to see Fu Chengxun who had just come out of the bathroom.

The man no longer wore the old-fashioned suit, but changed into casual clothes, with slender and straight legs, a strong body, and a face as perfect as a chiseled knife, just like a walking clothes hanger.

This man, since he divorced her four years ago, has been the golden bachelor that many women in Jiangcheng are chasing after.

Such a perfect person, it's a pity to think about it, but his heart is cold, without a trace of warmth.

Putting away his complicated thoughts, he hooked his lips to Elegy and smiled lightly: "Mr. Fu, good morning."

The man's eyes fell on her, he paused for half a second, and then walked towards her.

"Xiang Elegy, don't you have slippers?"

The man's voice was as stern as ever, Xiang Elegy was taken aback for a moment, then he lowered his head and looked at his bare feet.