Ex-wife strategy: Mr. Fu insists on pampering me

The room became so quiet that you could even hear the ticking of the alarm clock on the wall.

For the second time, Fu Yancheng felt that he might be hallucinating.

So why did you call him husband? Was it because you recognized the wrong person?

The crystal chandelier shrouded the side of her face in a layer of light. She continued to say, "I can't remember what happened that night. I believe Mr. Fu has also forgotten. I just recognized you as my husband. It's very difficult for me to remember you." Feel sorry."

We are all adults, not to mention that it was Sulan's fault that night. He was not to blame, and he was not responsible for anything.

Work is the most important thing right now, there is no need to worry about the issue of film.

"If Mr. Fu is interested in my design, you can tell me your needs."

It was natural to focus on work, as if what happened that night was not worth mentioning.

Fu Yancheng didn't say anything. He was in the bathroom just now when he accidentally caught a glimpse of the traces that had not been removed under her semi-transparent clothes. Only then did he remember how out of control he had been that night.

It only got worse that day.

When she returned home like that, her husband didn't even initiate a divorce. It was because she didn't care, or there was something wrong with their relationship.

He leaned back and regained his calm and calm expression in just a few seconds.

"It's me who should be sorry, if that night affected the relationship between you and your husband."

Before he finished speaking, he was interrupted by Sheng Mian, "No."

She raised her eyes and looked directly at him, her eyes serious, "My relationship with my husband is as good as ever."

We were strangers before and we are strangers now, nothing will change.

Fu Yancheng was originally calm and uninterested in her marriage, but when he heard this, there was a hint of ridicule in his eyes, as usual?

No matter how much a man loves a woman, he will never tolerate being cuckolded.

No second male is allowed in his territory.

He remembered what Sheng Mian said, if this deal can be successful, he can earn at least millions.

A woman needs to work so hard, what is her husband doing?

It turns out that he is a soft-hearted person.

Fu Yancheng stood up and said, "The design of Yujingyuan can be left to Miss Penny, just treat it like this."

When he said this, his eyes stopped on her red lips, "compensation for that night."

Her lips are very beautifully shaped, with a slight curve in the middle. When she purses her lips, a small lip bead will be exposed.

There was a hint of surprise in Sheng Mian's eyes. She didn't expect that Yu Jingyuan's order could really be won.

"Okay, I won't let Mr. Fu down. If Mr. Fu has any ideas, you can communicate with me at any time."

She didn't seem to have any reaction to his deliberate mention of the word compensation.

Fu Yancheng frowned, and the suffocating feeling came back to him.

Half an hour ago, he was kissing and hugging people, but after he woke up, he was as cold as ice.

For the first time in more than twenty years, he seemed to be truly disliked. This realization made him extremely uncomfortable.

Walking to the door, I heard her say again: "Mr. Fu, how much does this suit cost?"

"Give it to you."

His tone was cold, and he opened the door and left.

"Bang."

The door closed neatly.

Sheng Mian's legs felt weak, and thin beads of sweat overflowed from her forehead.

She walked back to the bathroom and slapped her face hard with cold water several times.

I don't know what kind of medicine that bastard Wan Yuan'an used. The medicine he suppressed earlier is still not effective. Now his body is still heating up, as if there are millions of ants crawling around, making it itchy and uncomfortable.

Knowing that Fu Yancheng had given this room to her, and she really couldn't leave like this at this time, she simply filled the bathtub with water.

The water temperature is too low, but this is the only way at the moment.

Sheng Mian took off his clothes, neatly placed them on one side, and sat in, his teeth chattering with the cold.

She was tired and sleepy, so she leaned on the edge of the bathtub and fell asleep.

When I woke up, I found it was almost seven in the morning.

As soon as I stepped out of the bathtub, I almost fell.

The effect of the medicine has indeed worn off, but I feel a little light-headed from soaking in the water all night, and my eyesight is getting dark.

She quickly wiped herself clean and put on the clothes on the side.

Holding on to the wall, I reluctantly walked out and decided to go to the hospital first.

Opening the door, she saw a clear figure appearing at the door opposite.

The man's appearance is too outstanding, his body proportions are too good, and he is wearing a crisp black high-tailored suit. It is difficult not to notice.

Sheng Mian quickly called out, "Mr. Fu, morning."

Fu Yancheng turned to look at her, said a faint "hmm", and walked towards the elevator.

Sheng Mian pressed the button for the elevator and said with a polite smile, "The money for last night's clothes plus the room payment should be quite a sum. I heard that this hotel's breakfast is very famous. Does Mr. Fu have time? I'll take it."

Fu Yancheng originally wanted to refuse, but there were several meetings in the morning.

Noticed her wet eyes, pale complexion, and furrowed brows.

Looking away, his tone was extremely cold, "Whatever."