A billionaire CEO only loves his wife, his stand-in

Su Ci, "..."

Baby Yingying, ask me. If you don’t understand, you can ask me. I know!

Su Ci raised her head and looked at the man.

Fu Nancheng, who was tall and long-legged, stood in the living room with his black coat still on. He was elegant and elegant. He glanced at the things in Fu Yingying's hands, and then looked at her.

Su Ci wanted to die.

"Yingying, give it to me, I'm going back to my room." Su Ci quickly returned to her room holding the big box.

…………

in the room.

Su Ci took out her mobile phone and sent Lin Jiaojiao a WeChat message. Jiaojiao, what do you mean by giving that to me? ? ?

Lin Jiaojiao didn't reply. She was probably jet-lagged just after returning home.

Su Ci covered her hot little face and went to take a shower first. When she came out, she felt thirsty, so she went out of the room to get some water in the restaurant.

After pouring a glass of warm water and taking two sips, he turned around and suddenly bumped into a broad and muscular chest.

The water in the cup spilled out, staining a large area of ​​the man's black shirt.

It's Fu Nancheng.

He didn't know when he came downstairs and stood behind her quietly.

"Ah!" Su Ci exclaimed in fright.

Fu Nancheng looked at her with his handsome eyelids lowered and whispered two words, "Don't scream!"

After the substitute ended that night, the two of them didn't speak.

This was the first thing he said to her, telling her not to scream.

Ambiguity lingers in an instant.

Su Ci's clean, dark eyes were filled with water, and she turned sideways to leave.

But he blocked her, with a sneer on his thin lips, "Are you going to leave like this after getting my clothes wet? Wipe them clean."

Su Ci was stagnant, and she could only take out a few paper towels to help him wipe his wet shirt.

The sleeves of the man's black shirt were rolled up a few times, and his hands were put in his trouser pockets, revealing his strong forearms and expensive watch. His black trousers were tied up with an expensive belt. He was cold and ascetic, looking at her silently. .

After a while, he said, "Buy so many things?"

Su Ci's hands shook, and she knew he was talking about the large box set. She explained, "I didn't buy it, it was a gift from my best friend."

"Why don't you give it to someone else? What did you do?"

"..."

At this time, there was a "ding", WeChat rang, and Lin Jiaojiao's reply came, which was two voices.

In order to prove her innocence, Su Ci generously opened the audio for him to listen to, "I didn't do anything. If you don't believe me, listen."

Lin Jiaojiao's soft and charming voice came, "Ci Ci, these are for you and Mr. Fu. As your best friend, I contracted all the condoms for you and Mr. Fu."

Su Ci's pupils shrank, she didn't understand what Lin Jiaojiao was talking about!

She looked at Fu Nancheng's handsome face in horror.

The scary thing is that the second voice message was played immediately after, "Ah Ci Ci, I must have bought the wrong number, right? This is the largest number, and it should be worthy of our Mr. Fu's wealth."

Su Ci, "..."

The whole atmosphere was eerily quiet.

Su Ci looked at Fu Nancheng, and Fu Nancheng was also looking at her.

Fu Nancheng's narrow eyes had darkened, and his bulging throat rolled carelessly. He leaned forward and approached her, "Have you told your bestie about us? Do you want to talk about this too?"

His handsome face came close to him, and with the crisp and clean smell of fir trees on his body, Su Ci's little face turned red a little bit. I don't know if it was his low voice or his personality, which was particularly good at flirting and walking. Hormones.

She could only frown and say seriously, "No! I definitely never told anyone! I have nothing to do with Mr. Fu!"