After the flash marriage, the wealthy husband can’t hide his vest

Meng Ning looked up and saw Fu Tingxiu standing behind her, holding the sofa with both hands and a smile on his lips.

Meng Ning quickly regained his composure and asked, "Are you done so soon?"

Fu Tingxiu sat down next to her and said, "I will leave the rest to other colleagues. How can I keep my wife waiting? How can I keep thinking?"

This kind of splendid club will have some other special services. Wang Mei just now is the person engaged in such special services.

Even if Meng Ning has never been in contact with him, she still knows.

So what Wang Mei said just now was a bit unacceptable to her. She knew Wang Mei, and it was in a place like this, and she was the boss of Shandong Coal. It was hard not to have other imaginations.

Did she also work in that field back then?

She also thought it was impossible. Even if she died of poverty and starvation, she would not be able to do that job.

Meng Ning forced a smile and said, "You guys often come to places like this for socializing?"

"I can't tell lies about this kind of thing." Fu Tingxiu said honestly: "I come here often, but I promise you that I will never do anything to regret you. I will accept my wife's inspection at any time."

These words made Meng Ning laugh: "I believe you."

If you can't trust the man who has been with you through life and death, then no one can trust you.

Her life was picked up by Fu Tingxiu from Yunding Mountain.

Otherwise, she would have died in that car accident.

Fu Tingxiu took Meng Ning's hand and his eyes flashed slightly: "Why is it so cold?"

As he said that, he put his coat on her body: "You have just been discharged from the hospital. You can't catch a cold anymore. Let's go home together."

"Okay." Meng Ning enjoyed his tenderness and felt warm in her heart.

She often wonders how she met such a good man like Fu Tingxiu.

Fu Tingxiu led her out of the Margaux Club. Luo Cheng had already received the news and drove Fu Tingxiu's Chevrolet to the Margaux parking lot to wait.

Fu Tingxiu said to Meng Ning: "Wait at the door and I'll bring the car over."

"Okay." Meng Ning stood there and waited.

Fu Tingxiu went to the parking lot to drive, Luo Cheng stood beside the car: "Mr. Fu."

Fu Tingxiu stretched out his hand: "Car keys."

Luo Cheng quickly handed over the car keys, and Fu Tingxiu said, "You stay here and send President Zhang back later to entertain the people."

Luo Cheng responded: "Don't worry, Mr. Fu, it will be done."

Fu Tingxiu got in the car, started it and went to pick up Meng Ning at the door.

He did not take Meng Ning home first, but went to a stiletto beef restaurant near his home.

"Eating a bowl of beef soup will warm your stomach and make it easier to fall asleep when you go back."

Meng Ning actually didn't eat dinner either, he was really hungry.

The two entered the store, and Fu Tingxiu ordered two bowls of beef and a bowl of wontons.

Meng Ning looked inside the store and saw that no one was eating, and said, "This store used to do very good business."

Fu Tingxiu scalded the chopsticks with tea and handed them to Meng Ning: "The environment in the past two years has been bad, the international economy has been turbulent, and the country has also been affected. Many physical stores have closed down, and catering is the physical store that has closed the most."

Meng Ning didn't understand the international economy, but she still knew about the price fluctuations of some daily necessities that were closely related to people's livelihood.

"Yes, the price of pork has risen to 35 yuan per pound this year, almost catching up with beef. The price of oil has increased several times. If this continues, the car will no longer be able to drive. Now I am glad that the car hit me before Scrap it and save gas money.”

Fu Tingxiu smiled and flicked her forehead with his index finger: "Silly girl, you have been in the hospital for two months. You thought of saving gas money, but you didn't expect how much harm your body suffered."

While talking, Fu Tingxiu put all the beef in his bowl into hers.

Meng Ning smiled, feeling moved in her heart. Loving someone is always hidden in the details.

The nicer Fu Tingxiu was to her, the more uncomfortable she felt.

Meng Ning took a sip of beef soup and said casually: "It is said that the shelf life of marriage is only one year, and it will get tired after two years. If you have a child, you can still survive the seven-year itch..."

His hand was suddenly held, and he stared at her with his deep eyes, saying in a deep voice: "Don't be so insecure."