The ex-wife is so attractive that the abstinent rich man is driven crazy every day

The next day, Tang Xing walked downstairs and was stunned when he saw the figure sitting in the restaurant.

"How did you come?"

"Get the medicine."

"..."

Didn't you tell Fang Chi to come and get it? She didn't expect that Fu Hanshen would make the trip in person, and so early.

"Have you had breakfast yet?"

"No."

Fu Ma smiled and said, "Master, you can finish eating here before going to the company."

"Ah."

Lu Jing sneered slightly, "You're welcome, Mr. Fu. It's really fun to come over here so early in the morning to get some food!"

"After a meal, Mr. Lu's belly shouldn't be that small."

If he says anything else, it will appear that her belly is really small!

"We are divorced. Keep some distance. I don't want my woman to get too close to her ex-husband." Lu Jing's words were full of possessiveness.

my woman...

Fu Han was very happy, "Mr. Lu, have you ever owned one?"

Lu Jing frowned, understanding what he meant instantly, and sneered, "How do you know? We are living together. What should happen or should not happen, maybe it has happened!"

Tang Xingwan said, "?"

What the hell are these two people talking about suddenly? ? Do you think she is air?

"You, follow me upstairs, get the medicine, and get out!"

She pointed at Fu Hanshen and said, turning around and turning the wheelchair to go upstairs.

Fu Hanshen followed her into the elevator, put one hand in his pocket and glanced at her calmly.

"Your leg is injured, so you'd better stop messing around."

Who bothered?

Listen to the wind is rain!

She glared at the man and said in a somewhat aggressive tone, "It's none of your business! Don't mind my business."

Fu Han frowned deeply, "I'm worried that you will affect grandma's treatment."

When she reached the door of the room, she said, "Wait!"

Fu Hanshen stood at the door without moving, his lacquered eyes calmly looking at the layout of the room. It was simple and warm, similar to the layout of the room where Xingyuan lived before.

His eyes fell on the bed for a moment, and then passed quickly.

Single pillow...

Living together but not sharing the same room?

Tang Xingwan took the medicine bottle and handed it over, "Go on!"

When Fu Hanshen took the medicine bottle, Tang Xing rolled his eyes and fell on the bracelet exposed outside his sleeve.

So annoying!

I really want to take it back.

But she also knew that Fu Hanshen was wearing something on his hand, and he was so alert, so how could it be so easy to get it back.

He said calmly, "Since when did Mr. Fu like to wear women's accessories?"

Fu Hanshen took back his hand and pushed her downstairs.

"I will come to pick you up on the days when you are treating grandma."

This is not going to go back to what she said!

In the elevator, Tang Xing raised his face and was particularly curious, "Why is Mr. Fu so obsessed with the woman from three years ago and has to find her? Is it just because you had a relationship that Mr. Fu wanted to treat her?" Responsible? What if she gets married? "

"This is not something you should be curious about." Fu Hanshen replied expressionlessly.

She curled her lips and said nothing.

Fu Hanshen sent her to the restaurant, turned around and left.

"Master, don't you want to have breakfast?"

"no need."

"Miss Tang, won't you stay?" Fu's mother looked at Tang Xingwan, hoping she would say a few words.

"I'm hungry. The custard buns you made today, Fu Ma, are so delicious."

Fu Ma, "..."

She looked out the window, and Fu Hanshen had already driven away. Fu Ma sighed slightly in her heart, what a good couple, why did they end up like this?

In the next few days, she went to the old house to treat the old lady at a fixed time, and in a blink of an eye, it was the day to go to Yecheng Medical Seminar.

She asked the old lady to call her and told her to talk about things in the past few days. When she got back, she would go to the old house to diagnose and treat her, and told her to take her medicine on time.

Zhou Yi's car parked outside the villa, and he took the bag from Tang Xing's hand.

"Junior sister, I need to trouble you next."

Tang Xing turned his head and looked into the car. A thin figure sat in the back seat quietly, like a still painting.