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

what did he say?

Su Ci, "..."

puff~

I don't know if it was Wen Shaoqian or Song Zilin who couldn't hold back the laughter.

Su Ci met the man's deep, narrow eyes. He looked more serious, but he made such a...dirty joke to her.

Clothes beasts.

Su Ci stood up straight and replied in a clear voice, "Mr. Fu, my father is dead. If I call you, do you dare to agree?"

Fu Nancheng's lips curved into a smile, "Oh, then you call me first and see if I dare to agree."

Su Changrong, who was at home at this time, said, "..." Help, who did I offend? I'm still alive!

The two of them went back and forth, and Su Ci was completely defeated. Her fair and cold eyes were all red with shame and anger.

Who wants to call him dad!

"Mr. Fu, I'm here to get the key. Can you give me the key?" She returned to the topic.

Fu Nancheng looked at her red eyes and this fragile face. She was so young and innocent. She had never been teased by a man, and he couldn't help but look at her.

The little girl sitting next to him is also quite innocent, but how can she be more pure than her?

"The key is in my suit jacket. Find it yourself."

Su Ci saw his suit on the sofa. She walked over, took his suit into her arms with her soft white fingers, and put her little hand into his suit pocket.

This suit was somehow tainted with his elite coldness. Su Ci's fingers were floating and she didn't dare to touch his clothes.

A rich second-generation man at another table saw Su Ci and suddenly became interested, "Where did the female student come from?"

The people around him quickly pushed him, "Shut up, don't even look at whose suit the female student is holding."

The rich second generation quickly recognized Fu Nancheng's suit. Oh my god, this man's suit was not something that just any female student could touch. He was so frightened that he shut his mouth.

Su Ci searched two pockets but couldn't find the key. Could he have lied to her?

Putting his suit back where it was, Su Ci came to him again, "Mr. Fu, I looked for it, and the key is not in the suit pocket."

"Then I may have remembered it wrong. Look in my pants pocket to see if there is anything there." Fu Nancheng stretched his long legs forward while playing cards.

He asked her to touch his pants pocket.

Su Ci curled her fingertips, and she was sure that he was playing a trick on her. A man like him had an excellent memory, would he misremember where the key was?

The key was not in his suit pocket at all, he tricked her into looking for it, and now he tricked her into touching his pants pocket. She would not be fooled again.

"Why don't you move?" the man asked.

"If you have hands, you can bring it to me yourself."

Fu Nancheng moved the cards in his hand, half-smiling, "Didn't you see me playing cards?"

Su Ci glanced at his legs. They were too long, and it felt like there was nowhere to put them when they were bent under the card table.

The black trousers are cut like a blade, and the hard muscles inside are loomingly outlined, like a dormant terrifying beast, full of masculine strength.

Su Ci's eyes glanced at the pockets of his trousers, and accidentally brought them to the chain of his trousers. They were so close that it was difficult not to look away.

She quickly looked back but didn't move.

The man was a little amused and said with a low smile, "Is there something in my pants that you can eat?"

With a "boom", Su Ci's face turned red.

She has little experience in love, but she also knows that what men say is not good.

Sure enough, Song Zilin whistled mischievously, and the little beauty sitting next to the man bit her lip, staring at her with envy and jealousy.