Mr. Fan's Cold and Ugly Wife

The bodyguard looked back at her.

Smiled, "President Fan didn't know that you sneaked out to give gifts, so didn't you just call yourself out?"

Ye Liang glanced at him, "Who told you I was going to send him off?"

The bodyguard scratched his head, only thinking that she was embarrassed and offended.

Cai said: "People like Mr. Fan don't need anything anyway, but if you send it, then of course everything is good!"

"If you say it, you don't say it." Ye Liang made a very rude comment.

Then she propped her chin and thought for a while by herself.

Remind the bodyguard, "Slow down the car, I think about it, I might stop by to buy something to take back later, otherwise I'm afraid I won't have time to buy it again."

The bodyguard nodded, "Oh, good."

She really didn't give any gifts to men, and she knew a little knitting, but obviously she didn't have enough time, and there was no need for that.

But in winter, it is actually very good to send a scarf, which is just in season.

"Strange way." She wanted to stop and said, "Go directly to the mall, the men's clothing section, and you can buy me a scarf, dark color, limited edition is the best."

The bodyguard nodded, "OK."

One stayed in the car and waited with her, and the other went to the mall to buy things.

When he was about to get off the car, Ye Liang reminded him, "Buy the gray color, it looks calmer and more expensive."

"I'll take pictures for you to choose." The bodyguard said.

Yeah.

After a while, the photo was sent.

Ye Liang chose two for comparison, and finally chose a silver-gray one. He still thinks that this color is more temperamental for men, and other colors are too fancy.

After shopping, I went back to the villa directly, and then everything was as usual for a few days.

She thought that Wen He would contact her the next day or at most the third day.

But it didn't.

Three days passed without any movement. Fortunately, within a week, she was not in a hurry, and Fan Xiaozheng would not be able to come back.

... At that time.

Fan Xiaozheng was already at Wei Yanzhi's place.

The second time I came, I was naturally familiar with the way, so I went directly to Fucheng.

Fucheng was not in the room, so the man frowned slightly.

"What are you doing?" Wei Yanzhi looked at the unexpected guest in front of him inexplicably.

Fan Xiaozheng turned his head sideways. Although he was handsome, he could still see that he had come all the way. He said in a deep voice, "Isn't the child sick?"

sick?

Wei Yanzhi was even more inexplicable, "When did it happen?"

Why doesn't his guardian know?
"Fucheng should be practicing target with Wei Shen right now, he is very addicted, what's wrong?" Wei Yan said.

Looking at him, "Besides, didn't you just send Yan Nanqing here?"

How many days has it been since Yan Nanqing left?

It was Yan Nanqing who told him that Fucheng was ill.

When Yan Nanqing told him this, Fan Xiaozheng couldn't sit still, and tried to contact Fucheng, but he couldn't.

I had to come here in person.

So, Yan Nanqing lied to him?
Fan Xiaozheng immediately looked a little ugly, and made a phone call.

Cold voice: "What's going on?"

Yan Nanqing's voice was as usual, "What's going on?"

"Didn't you say the child was sick?"

Yan Nanqing seemed to be a little surprised, but his voice didn't fluctuate much, "Your son pretended not to know me and scolded me. If he's not sick, what is it?"

He was saying that what he said before was just a joke.

"What?" Then continued: "Don't you take it seriously, why don't you just go and see it yourself?"

Fan Xiaozheng's thin lips are no longer friendly, "Are you tired of working?"