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

Sheng Mian walked out not far away holding an umbrella, but his trousers became wet.

A car slowly stopped beside her and honked its horn twice.

She thought it was Shen Sheng again, and there was already a hint of impatience in her eyes.

The car window was opened a crack, and it was Fu Xuan's voice that came from inside.

"Come up quickly. You can drive now, but there's a traffic jam. There are people outside."

Sheng Mian raised his head and glanced at the parking spot where he parked his car. There were indeed many people, but the rain was getting heavier and heavier. He no longer refused, said thank you, opened the door and got in.

The rain and moisture were kept outside, and the cabin was surprisingly quiet.

Sheng Mian thought this was the Fu family's car to pick up Fu Xuan, but she didn't expect that the person in the driver's seat was Fu Yancheng's driver.

She saw Fu Yancheng sitting by the window, holding documents between his fingertips and lowering his eyes, not knowing what he was thinking.

Fortunately, there was Fu Xuan in the car, so the atmosphere was not too awkward.

Fu Xuan's little cheeks were filled with excitement.

"Do you know that you are well-known among our students? That Xie Sisi was so proud before, but now she has been arrested and taken to the police station. The Xie family must be in a hurry to get someone now, right?"

"There are also the principal and director. Who would have thought that they would behave like this in private despite being so arrogant on a daily basis? It's really disgusting!"

Fu Xuan couldn't help but pull Fu Yancheng quietly. When Fu Yancheng looked over, she looked at him eagerly: "Cousin, Xie Sisi will definitely complain to her brother when the time comes. Don't embarrass Penny because of this. OK?"

Sheng Mian was slightly touched. She just felt that this girl Fu Xuan was really innocent. After all this time, this was the first time someone had defended her in person.

Fu Yancheng's brows showed a hint of impatience, but he still said one word, "Yeah."

Fu Xuan's face suddenly brightened. When the car arrived at her home, she grabbed the umbrella handed by the driver and did not forget to turn around and tell her.

"Then Penny, please ask your cousin to send it back. She taught me my painting, but she made me win first place. She is my teacher and benefactor. You must be polite to others."

Chirping like a sparrow.

As soon as the little sparrow disappeared, the atmosphere in the carriage became very dull.

Sheng Mian couldn't help but straighten her back when she saw Fu Yancheng's hand pressing on the document. It was as long and slender as fine porcelain.

As she looked at it, she couldn't help but become fascinated.

I saw the fingertip tapping lightly on the document, and heard him ask: "Does it look good?"

Only then did Sheng Mian realize that she seemed to have been staring at his hand for a minute. Now when she heard her question, she raised her eyes and smiled frankly at him.

"Mr. Fu's hands are really beautiful, and people can't help but want to draw them."

In the eyes of painters, hands are the second face of the human body. In human body art works, hands are also the most difficult part to express.

So Sheng Mian has developed the habit of observing each other's hands.

Fu Yancheng looks quite cold. The wrist bones of his hands are long and white, and every part of them exposed is just right. His fingertip movements when he is meditating are as gentle as a virgin.

In the eyes of those who draw, this is top quality material.

If it is not the person who is in deep sleep, then in her eyes, there is no distinction between male and female creatures.

The only difference is whether it is suitable to be drawn, so she does not know that when a woman stares at a man intently, it is a disguised form of teasing.