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

Fu Chengxun frowned at her words with hidden meaning.

"What are you trying to express?"

Bowing his head to the elegy, looking at the towel in his hand, the words he said were a little careless.

"It's nothing, I'm just guessing what kind of psychology Mr. Fu was at that time."

The headlights in the bedroom were not turned on, and the lights were a little dim. It was precisely because of this that the outline of Fu Chengxun's facial features became more distinct, and the noble temperament of his whole body became more obvious.

At this moment, he pressed his thin lips tightly and did not speak.

There was an imperceptible cold light in his eyes.

"What kind of psychology do you care about me?"

After a long time, Xiang Elegy heard him say that.

She changed her position so that she would not feel uncomfortable even if she was standing.

"It seems that I am asking you."

"What right do you have to ask me?"

Xiang Elegy: "..."

Ok.

She wanted to make a gesture of raising her hands in a helpless gesture.

But the moment he raised his hand, he could only raise his left hand.

Suddenly, she laughed again, the dim light made her complexion blurry, and the smile on her face was even more indistinct.

"That's right, what qualifications do I have to ask and speculate on Mr. Fu's mentality?"

Fu Chengxun stared at Xiang Elegy motionlessly, trying to see anything else from her smiling face.

However, there was nothing, she was still the same, calm and indifferent.

At that moment, Fu Chengxun suddenly thought, since when did he not be able to see the woman in front of him clearly.

I don't know when she started to wear such a smile habitually. ,

Very shallow smile, if you don't look carefully, you can't see the real smile at all.

This kind of her made him feel inexplicably unhappy.

To the elegy, he silently recited these three words in his heart.

His eyes suddenly turned cold.

He glanced at her in disgust, and when he looked away, he said such a sentence.

"Put away that smile on your face and sing an elegy, I don't like it."

After the silence, it was such a sentence.

Xiang Elegy was a little surprised, but slowly put away the smile on his face.

It's really domineering and unreasonable, even her smile must interfere, right?

"Okay, I won't laugh if Mr. Fu doesn't like it. Everything will be done according to Mr. Fu's wishes."

There was a hint of deliberate helplessness in her tone.

The man's face softened a little.

Then he talked about the topic just now.

"Today, my aunt called and asked you to deliver that thing. She said she had something to tell you. What did she tell you?"

Xiang Elegy listened to Fu Chengxun's question, without a smile on her face, she looked a little cold and indifferent.

"Shouldn't Mr. Fu ask Mrs. Qin about this?"

"Ask you to ask her, is there any difference?"

The four eyes met, and there was a cold light in Xiang Elegy's eyes.

The speed was so fast that even Fu Chengxun didn't notice it.

"Maybe it looks the same to Mr. Fu."

perhaps?In his opinion?
Since when did Xiang Elegy's simple sentence make him have countless guesses about her purpose and the deep meaning of her words.

"Isn't it?" he asked.

Silent to the dirge, a second later.

She suddenly raised the towel, her tone was a little loose: "Yes, that's it."

She said: "Madam Qin can talk to me, but it's just some common words."