After getting the marriage certificate, she was spoiled by her rich husband

On the road.

Outside the car window, the breeze blew through the green trees on both sides of the road, and the leaves rustled.

The afternoon sun poured into the car, gently covering the man's face.

If you didn't see it with your own eyes, it would be hard to believe that the Creator would favor one person so much.

Fang Tingting couldn't help but stare at the man's face for several seconds.

Those delicate facial features seemed to be carefully carved by a master, and every line was just right.

A high nose bridge, deep eyes, and slightly upturned lips.

There was a hint of obsession in her eyes.

How can this man be so handsome?

But soon, he regained his senses and realized his own mistake.

So he quickly turned his gaze away and looked out the car window as if nothing had happened.

But the slightly red tips of her ears betrayed her panic at the moment.

Outside the car window, a few birds occasionally flew across the sky, as if they were laughing at her shyness.

"Keep watching if you want to." Fang Tingting had just turned her gaze to the front of the car when the man's cold and magnetic voice suddenly rang out.

There was a faint smile at the corner of Mo Beiting's mouth.

"I... I was looking at the scenery outside the window..." Fang Tingting explained in a panic, feeling too guilty to dare to look at him.

How could you stare at him like that?

And he knew it.

So shameful.

Mo Beiting glanced at the woman in the passenger seat. Her helpless look made him feel a little uneasy.

The light in his deep and abyssal eyes suddenly deepened a lot, but he did not forget to ask: "Miss Fang, where should I take you back to?"

"Take me back to the studio." Fang Tingting replied after a moment's hesitation.

Her voice was a little low and her brows were slightly furrowed.

In fact, she hasn't been home for several days and has been staying in the studio.

I really want to go back and see my parents today.

But this place is quite far from her home, it takes more than an hour.

It would be better not to waste so much of his time.

She could go back to the studio first and then ask Yangyang to take her home.

"Address." The deep voice came again.

Fang Tingting turned her head and saw Mo Beiting holding the steering wheel with one hand, looking intently ahead, driving seriously.

He held the phone in his other hand and handed it to her. His bony fingers looked even more charming in the sunlight.

Fang Tingting glanced at the man's fingers and quickly reached out to take the phone.

"The password is 1015." Mo Beiting took his hand back, gripped the steering wheel tightly, and lowered his voice to continue, "My birthday."

"Okay." Fang Tingting didn't react at all and just responded faintly.

Then he used his finger to enter the password on the phone, and after entering the address, he handed the phone to Mo Beiting: "The address is entered."

But the man didn't take it and didn't say anything.

Fang Tingting thought that he might be concentrating on driving and it was inconvenient for him to take it.

So she handed the phone closer, stretched her arm straight, and said softly, "Mr. Mo, here you go."

Mo Beiting glanced at his phone, snorted coldly, and slowly said: "You...can...accept my friend request."

"Ah?" Fang Tingting was confused. She didn't know what he was talking about, so she asked, "What friend request?"

Friend request?

He added her friend request?

"WeChat." The man's voice was a little cold, and the air around them condensed instantly.

"Ah? Did you add me?" Fang Tingting was still confused, her eyes full of doubts, and she quickly explained: "I really didn't receive it."

She didn't receive his friend request.

He must have made a mistake.

Or misunderstood.

Mo Beiting's face suddenly darkened, and his hands gripped the steering wheel with greater force, his knuckles turning slightly white.

He pursed his lips, frowned, took a deep breath, and said with some annoyance: "Miss Fang, the WeChat name is Xingyu Huajian, is it your WeChat?"

"It's my WeChat." Fang Tingting answered directly.

She does have this WeChat account.

So I blurted it out without thinking too much.

Hearing this, Mo Beiting stopped talking and drove with a gloomy face.

A chill on her body made Fang Tingting feel nervous and confused.

Is he angry?

Because you didn’t approve his friend request?

But she really didn't receive it.

If I had received it, how could I...disagree?

Wait, Fang Tingting suddenly remembered something.

Her WeChat name.

How did Mo Beiting know?

Could it be... because of that cell phone number?

Thinking of this, Fang Tingting's body froze, and she reacted instantly, and quickly explained: "Mr. Mo, I'm sorry, that..."

"Ms. Fang." Hearing the words "sorry", Mo Beiting interrupted her directly.

Did she not want to add him and made an excuse, so she is saying sorry to him?

Fang Tingting stared at him blankly with her mouth slightly open and not yet able to close it.

The wind blew in through the half-open car window, bringing a cool breeze.

Mo Beiting's face became increasingly gloomy.

Holding the steering wheel, he suddenly made a sharp turn.

He parked the car neatly on the side of the road.

The wheels rubbed against the ground, making a squeaking sound and raising a small cloud of dust.

The sudden stop made Fang Tingting's body tremble slightly, and a trace of panic flashed in her eyes.

Mo Beiting turned his head and saw the frightened look on the woman's face. His originally gloomy and cold face softened instantly, and the light in his eyes was filled with regret and heartache.

He quickly unbuckled his seat belt, turned around, leaned forward, and said in a hurried and apologetic tone: "I'm sorry, I scared you."

"No...it's okay..." Fang Tingting's breathing was a little rapid, but a smile appeared on her face. She looked at Mo Beiting and said, "I'm not that timid."

Seeing the woman's smile, Mo Beiting felt even more guilty.

He took a deep breath, then exhaled, looking at Fang Tingting with a pair of dark eyes, with some guilt in his eyes: "I'm really sorry, I was angry just now because after I got your phone number, I added you as a friend, but you never accepted it. Just now you said you didn't see it, so I thought you didn't want to add me, so I found an excuse."

After saying that, a trace of disappointment flashed across his deep black eyes, and he whispered, "I'm sorry, I was a little presumptuous. If you don't want to join, I shouldn't be angry."

As he spoke, his voice became lower and lower.

"Mo Beiting." Fang Tingting opened her phone screen and stretched it towards Mo Beiting, saying anxiously, "This is my main WeChat account. The one you added is a secondary account. The secondary WeChat account is on another phone, and I rarely use that phone."

After Mo Beiting saw the WeChat name on the phone, he was stunned.

Why isn’t it Star Language Flower Paper?

This...he added the wrong person on WeChat.

After a brief silence, he quickly turned around, rolled down the car window, and looked out the window with a nonchalant look on his face, but his ears were quietly turning red.

He secretly took a few deep breaths, trying to calm his slightly rapid breathing.

After a moment, his gloomy and cold face softened instantly, and the corners of his mouth involuntarily rose slightly.

A breeze blew by, bringing a hint of coolness.