The new contract wife was pregnant and fled

A slight depression appeared on Wen Ran's face.

Ten minutes later, the car stopped at the Huandao villa, and the two got out of the car and went home together.

Wen Ran entered the living room with her head down, and walked upstairs in silence, her steps were fast, subconsciously trying to avoid Fu Chenlie as quickly as possible.

But when he was about to enter the room after climbing the last stairs, a man's voice came from behind him——

"stop!"

Although she really wanted to ignore Fu Chenlie, her reason reminded her that she couldn't.

Wen Ran finally stopped.

She didn't turn around, but turned her head slightly, glanced at the man who was about to go upstairs out of the corner of her eye, and asked calmly, "What's the matter?"

After Fu Chenlie went upstairs and stood directly opposite her, he said calmly, "How much do you want?"

Wen Ran frowned, not understanding why he would have such a question suddenly.

He seemed to understand her expression: "What? Flattered?"

The latter chuckled, and then he asked in the last sentence: "Will you give as much as you want?"

Fu Chenlie was a full head taller than her. When the two stood facing each other, he was looking down at her.

When he spoke, there was a sense of superiority in the man's words: "You are Mrs. Fu, this is undeniable, although I think you are not pleasing to the eye, and I was forced to marry you, but after all, you are under my name Woman, money is just a number to me, since you like it, it’s okay to give you some of it.”

She raised her face to meet his gaze, smiled lightly, and actually reported the number: "Then I want 20."

The man asked: "Why this number?"

Wen Ran really gave him a reason: "You give Xu Tong [-], and I'll double it, can't you?"

"Yes, I will give it to you tomorrow."

"Thanks husband."

As she spoke, she smiled: "If there is nothing else, I'm going to sleep?"

"it's up to you."

"Oh."

Wen Ran raised her foot and brushed past him.

The moment she entered the room and closed the door, the smile on her face disappeared.

What one hundred and twenty thousand...

She just doesn't like money that much.

At least for now, she has no worries about food and clothing, and can afford what she needs. Money is far less important to her than Fu Chenlie imagined.

Reporting to him is just because Fu Chenlie always keeps saying that she loves money. She can't just take the pot for nothing, so she just sits down and holds 20. If it really comes in handy one day, it's not bad a good thing.

……

After ten fifty in the evening, Wen Ran took a shower, dried her hair, and came out of the bathroom in her pajamas.

She was about to go to bed when there was a knock on the door.

Wen Ran walked over suspiciously and opened the door.

Fu Chenlie's majestic figure came into view.

At this moment, he has taken off his suit jacket and untied his tie. He is only wearing a white shirt at the moment, with two buttons on the collar unbuttoned, revealing his wheat-colored skin, which looks healthy and full of hormones .

Wen Ran thought this man was really good-looking.

Not to mention tall and straight, a face can be regarded as 360 degrees without dead ends.

She didn't let herself be addicted to masculinity, she forcibly pulled her reason back, stared at him and asked pretendingly indifferently: "It's so late, what do you want from me?"

"Accounting."

"..."

Wen Ran suddenly became wary: "What's the score? How did I offend you?"

Fu Chenlie snorted coldly and took a step closer to her.

She stepped back subconsciously: "You just need to stand where you are and talk, I can hear you."

Wen Ran is now wearing pajamas, which is naked, so she doesn't feel safe.

When he took a step forward, she felt even more dangerous in an instant.