Mr. Fan's Cold and Ugly Wife

When Fan Xiaozheng heard Sheng An'an asking such a question suddenly, the movements of his hands paused slightly, but his expression didn't seem to change.

Her thin lips curled slightly, and she looked at her, "Miss Sheng wants it, just ask Mei Shurang to buy it."

That sounds like nothing.

But only Sheng An'an knew that Fan Xiaozheng was obviously avoiding her question on purpose, so he didn't answer.

She smiled, "I'm afraid he won't be able to buy it. After all, this brand is rare outside."

Fan Xiaozheng smiled but said, "Is there anything in this world that the director of the Beijing Municipal Council can't buy? Are you underestimating him?"

Sheng An'an sneered in her heart, it wasn't that she underestimated Mei Shurang, but in her heart, Mei Shurang's image was always a wandering man with no other skills, provoking women one after another, that's all.

"If you really like it, how about using this one?" Ye Liang beside him said.

Then Sheng Anan quickly waved his hand, "No, no, it's not necessary, I'm just asking, and if I take this one away, Mr. Fan will cut me up?"

The man snorted softly, expressing his stinginess towards this thing noncommittally.

He picked carefully, and finally chose a chopsticks of very tender fish meat for Ye Liang, the amount was not too big, and said: "Although you are greedy, try to eat as little as possible, it is too spicy, it is not good for your stomach good."

Yeliang looked as usual, "Mr. Fan is worried about your child."

She said this very casually, without any thought processing.

But as soon as he said it, Fan Xiaozheng's face changed obviously, as if he was stung by something unexpectedly, he stared at her for a while, and finally put all his emotions back.

This meal can be regarded as a pleasant end.

After settling the others, Fan Xiaozheng still accompanied her.

for a long time.

Hearing the man's abrupt opening: "No matter when, how I treat you has nothing to do with other factors, understand?"

Ye Liang turned to look at him.

The man's face was serious and serious, and even looked a little hurt.

But she disagreed, "Isn't it? If there is no such child, Mr. Fan should continue to plan how to use the people around him next time, including me."

Fan Xiaozheng pursed his thin lips slightly, and did not speak for a long time.

Maybe it was frustration, maybe it was her words that really pierced his heart.

He walked over, put his hand on her shoulder, and seemed to feel that it was inappropriate. He lifted it up, not knowing where to put it, and finally stroked the top of her hair.

The voice is still low and deep, "I ate spicy food today, and I will ask Auntie Song to heat you a cup of milk later, so you can sleep well. I have something to go out and come over at night, huh?"

She said: "Aunt Song is very good at taking care of me, it doesn't matter if you don't come."

The man was silent for a moment, before leaving, he only said in a deep voice: "Come here."

He left, and Yeliang heard the sound of the door closing in about 2 minutes, which meant that he had stood at the door for at least half a minute, probably staring at her.

Yeliang could feel his gaze, and the thorns were on his back, so when he heard the sound of closing the door, he sat there and let out an invisible breath.

About the same time, Aunt Song warmed her a cup of milk, she took a bath, then nestled on the bed, and fell asleep unconsciously.

The capital, where the seasons alternate, ushered in the first heavy rain of the year.

The sky was dark, and the thunderstorm was frightening to the fullest. Occasionally, a flash of lightning would flash across the sky.

Aunt Song took off her shoes and went to the second floor wearing only her socks. She went into Yeliang's room and specially helped her close the windows and draw the curtains.

Only then did the bedroom become quiet, with only a trace of rain remaining, and the lightning was completely isolated.

It was also because of this that Ye Liang felt that he had slept soundly and slept for a long time.

When she woke up, she wanted to drink water.

As soon as she was done, there was a "bang" outside the window, which made her shake the quilt in fright.

Then he frowned slightly in a trance, got out of bed, walked to the balcony, opened the curtains and looked out.

It's raining?
In the first rain, even without opening the window, she could feel the coolness.

It's inexplicably gratifying.

Turning around, she went downstairs, poured a glass of water, and returned to the room.

But he didn't fall asleep, but sat by the window with his cup in his arms for a while, watching the heavy rain outside and the occasional lightning.

Staying out of things, she really likes everything she sees. She likes this kind of dark rainy night very much. Hearing the sound of the rain is very pleasant.

But that's not the case with people standing in the rain.

Sheng Qiu had already frowned several times.

His eyes fell on the man a few steps away, and Sheng Qiu hesitated to speak a few times, but remained silent.

He thought that when President Fan came here in the middle of the night, he would open the door and go in. If he couldn't get in, he just had to knock on the door. Aunt Song would definitely come to open the door?
Who knew that the man had no intention of going in after walking to the door, but just stood under the eaves with his hands in his pockets, silently standing there.

After a long while, Sheng Qiu finally couldn't help saying: "President Fan, how about I call Aunt Song?"

The man didn't move.

Sheng Qiu walked a little closer, only to find that the man's eyes were closed, and he still maintained his posture with his hands in his pockets, but his body was leaning against a pillar beside him on one leg.

No matter how heavy the rain was, no matter how clear the air was, it couldn't cover up the strong smell of alcohol on the man's body.

He finally heard his low and vague tone, and said, "If you've had a drink, you won't go in."

Sheng Qiu frowned, but said nothing.

After the man said that, he continued to stand like that.

I don't know how long it has passed, Sheng Qiu felt that he had stood outside for a long time, his feet were a little cold, when he raised his eyes, he saw the man's body leaning against the pillar swaying.

Sheng Qiu's heart is not good, it is estimated that the stamina of the wine has completely recovered.

It's all pretty much drunk.

Of course Sheng Qiu strode over and hastily reached out to help.

But before his fingertips touched the man's sleeve, the man left the pillar slightly and squatted down. To be precise, he should have landed on his knees.

Then Sheng Qiu heard the man's barely audible, trembling breathing.

His outstretched hand froze.

Mei Feng twisted up all of a sudden.

After thinking about it, he backed away, at least four meters away, and stood on the other side of the corridor at the entrance of the villa, giving the man all the space.

When he was so fragile, Sheng Qiu had already forgotten when was the last time.

But he has been with Fan Xiaozheng for so many years, and he knows how hard and indifferent this man is usually, and how lonely and fragile there is in a corner of his heart.

However, he carries something different from others on his shoulders, so that even he longs for family and love, which are easy for ordinary people to get, and often suffers from constant frustration. There are some things he must do, and some ways, only he go for a walk.