Your Miss Su is blackened

Fu Moxing lowered his extremely angry voice: "What do you know? She will be in danger at any time with such a big belly all by herself. I'm worried about her."

"Worried? If you were really worried, you wouldn't be able to find Wanwan now."

"Wen Ying, for the sake of you being her friend, let me remind you, don't challenge my patience all the time."

Wen Ying smiled lightly, and said in a calm and unhurried manner: "Boss Fu is so capable of covering the sky with one hand, how dare I challenge your patience, I just want to say two points, first, I won't tell you the password, and second, if you insist, I will Will call the police."

The man sneered coldly, with obvious contempt in his words: "Don't say the word call the police can't scare me, even if I really go to the police station, so what?! It's only natural for me to find my wife, and you think they won't be considerate?" What? Also, if Su Wan is really in your apartment, your false accusation is enough to get a charge of obstructing official business."

Wen Ying was in a hurry: "Mr. Fu is really good at turning things upside down."

Fu Moxing has no patience.

He said directly and coldly, "I'll give you another three seconds to tell me your apartment password."

Wen Ying insisted: "I won't say it!"

At this moment, there was a sudden sound from the door behind the man.

Fu Moxing turned around immediately.

He got his wish and saw the woman he had been looking for all day long.

Her complexion didn't look very good, her eyes staring at him were slightly cold, and there was no expression on her face other than impatience.

When Fu Moxing saw the person he wanted to see, he naturally wouldn't say another word to Wen Ying on the phone.

He quickly picked up the phone.

Then he watched the woman in front of him take a step towards her.

Su Wan retreated subconsciously.

He clearly saw her eyelashes trembling when she stepped back.

There was a trace of reluctance in the man's heart.

He stood still, did not move forward, stared at her and said in a deep voice: "Xiaowan, I'll take you home."

Su Guan's lips moved, drawing a sarcastic arc, but he didn't speak.

Fu Mo was about to pull her.

Realizing his movement, she dodged subconsciously.

The man's dark eyes were deep, and after choosing his words carefully, he said in a gentle tone: "It's been a day, and you probably haven't eaten much. I'll ask Aunt An to cook your favorite dishes when I get home, huh?"

Su Wan raised her eyes and finally looked at him.

She repeated those two words coolly: "Go home?"

He naturally saw that her mood and tone of voice were wrong, but he still responded with one word: "Yes."

Su Wan sneered and asked back, "What are you doing home? Continue what you did to me last night?"

Hearing this, the man's face darkened a few degrees.

But in view of his current image in her heart, Fu Moxing did not lose his temper, but took the initiative to apologize: "I was wrong last night. I was not conscious after drinking alcohol. Forgive me, huh?"

Su Wan asked back: "Am I that stupid in Mr. Fu's eyes? Is there any credibility to such an excuse?!"

"Mrs. Fu." He frowned and called her.

The latter withdrew his gaze from his face, lowered his eyes, and sneered coldly: "Others may become unconscious when drinking, but Mr. Fu is such a shrewd and rational person, how could a little alcohol affect you?"

Fu Moxing's hands hanging by his side clenched into fists.

He doesn't speak.

Or to be clear, he didn't know what to say.

Su Guan put his hand on the door of the apartment, which undoubtedly meant that the door was about to be closed.

When the man saw it, his brows frowned. He put one hand on the door frame, and raised the other hand against the door.