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

Fu Nancheng grabbed her finger and stopped her from poking it.

"Mr. Fu, have you ever thought about what kind of person your bride is, whether she is beautiful or ugly, whether she was born fat or thin?" Su Ci asked curiously.

Fu Nancheng raised his eyebrows and said, "I only thought about whether she was a boy or a girl."

Su Ci, "..."

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"Mr. Fu, chatting with you is so boring. I'm sleepy and want to sleep." She wanted to leave his arms.

But Fu Nancheng grabbed her shoulders and refused to let her go, "It's boring to chat with me, so why don't you do something interesting?"

Su Ci's heart skipped a beat, and her clear eyes turned watery, "Mr. Fu, since we reconciled, haven't you taken a break every night while playing?"

Fu Nancheng curled his lips, "I don't want to rest."

"Then be careful about your bald head."

"Come on, let me go bald. If I'm not bald, you won't be able to do it." After saying that, he turned over, pressed her down, and kissed her red lips.

Su Ci smiled and avoided. The two of them pushed and laughed, and soon she reached out and hugged her belly.

Fu Nancheng stopped and said, "What's wrong? Your stomach feels uncomfortable again?"

"Well, it hurts a little." Su Cijiao looked at him with a beetle as she said, "Mr. Fu, can I take leave tonight?"

Fu Nancheng's big hands fell on her flat belly and rubbed gentle circles, massaging her for a long time.

Su Ci felt that she had been quite lazy in the past two days, had no appetite, and was still lethargic. His massage was so comfortable that she fell asleep in his arms.

At this time, I heard the man ask in a low voice, "Are you feeling better?"

Su Ci opened her sleepy eyes, nodded her little head, "Okay."

Fu Nancheng took back his hand and stared at her with burning eyes, "You're done, can you change me?"

"……I do not feel well."

Fu Nancheng's calloused thumb landed on her red lips and wiped them back and forth a few times.

Su Ci's slender Yu Jie trembled in panic, raised her little hand, knocked his big hand off with a "snap", and buried her little face into the pillow.

Fu Nancheng turned over and placed his fingers on her red lips again.

Su Ci opened her mouth angrily and bit him.

Fu Nancheng laughed hoarsely, "I didn't raise you here as a little ancestor."

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Dinner from the six-star chef was delivered again, and Fu Nancheng carried her into the restaurant. This time, instead of letting her sit by herself, Fu Nancheng let her sit on his lap.

"Drink some water." He held a cup and fed her some water.

Su Ci reached out and knocked off his cup.

Fu Nancheng was not angry at all. He stretched out his hand to fill up half a bowl of chicken soup and put it to her lips with a spoon. "If you don't want to drink water, just drink some soup."

She didn't know whether it was because she smelled the fishy smell of chicken soup just now or now, but Su Ci felt nauseous. She pressed her little hand on her heart and she just wanted to vomit.

Fu Nancheng quickly patted her on the back, pinched her small chin with his fingers and smiled at her with thin lips. Meng Lang's handsome eyebrows were full of mature men, "What a pitiful little girl."

Su Ci angrily reached out and slapped him in the face.

Fu Nancheng didn't avoid it and was really hit by her.

It wasn't a slap in the face, she hit him lightly and crisply, lightly hitting his damn handsome face.

But it was a beating after all, and he, Fu Nancheng, had never let a woman get on top of him like this.

"You've been beaten, but you're still angry?" His handsome face leaned over, coaxed her in a low voice, pampered her, pampered her, took her little hand and put it on the other side of his handsome face, "Then you can give her a few more blows to relieve her pain. Relieve anger."