divorce?Think beautifully!

"Good to say."

The man laughed deeply, his pupils were pitch black, he picked up the goblet with his slender and pale fingers, touched Chu Heng cheerfully, and immediately drank it down in one gulp.

He is wearing a custom-made high-end suit, which is well-tailored and fits perfectly. He outlines a good-looking figure. He sits leisurely on the side of the sofa. When he is drinking with his head up, his Adam's apple in his neck moves slightly. It is... unspeakably sexy. .

Chu Xiaoheng swallowed, feeling his throat was a bit dry.

"President Fang seems to be different from the rumors."

The man raised his eyebrows, his facial features were handsome, and he was handsome, "What do you say in the rumors?"

Although it was only low-alcohol red wine, his stomach couldn't bear it, so he frowned, raised his hand indistinctly, and hugged his stomach.

"Well, it is said that Mr. Fang is delicate and weak, and sick all day long," Chu Heng said frankly, "he is a sick child."

Delicate and frail?Sick child?

The man squinted his eyes, suppressed the coldness in his eyes, and said with a smile, "What does Third Young Master Chu think?"

Chu Heng grinned and smacked his lips, feeling a little thirsty, so he casually took the sweet soup on the table, "It's a little bit, but it's not as exaggerated as the rumors say,"

The delicate soup is contained in a small white porcelain bowl, and it is his favorite sweet pumpkin soup.

Fang Yan propped his chin, fixed his eyes on the guy in front of him, and there was a faint smile on the corner of his lips.

Originally, he was thinking of some way to lure him here, but now it's all right, and he came to his door by himself.

Chu Heng brought the sweet soup and took a big sip impatiently. The familiar sweetness filled his taste buds. Before he had time to taste the deliciousness, a chilling spicy sensation hit him.

Hiss... what is it!

Mustard... mustard?

"Ow ooh..."

Chu Heng put down the bowl, took a mouthful of the sweet soup, widened his eyes in astonishment, and almost spat it out.

His nerve reflex arc has always been long, and before he could react to why there was mustard in the sweet soup, a hand stretched out from the side clasped his chin and knocked it.

With a "gurgling", he swallowed all the sweet mustard soup in his mouth.

"Hiss... ah ah ah ah..."

Third Young Master Chu hates mustard the most!

He almost collapsed under the chair, clutched his throat, and retched.

What the hell is this...!

"Cough cough... slightly..."

There was a lot of mustard added to the sweet soup, and he took another big sip. As a result, the strange spicy feeling spread in the whole mouth, and even exploded in his mind. The ears and nose were full of mustard.

Mom!This... what's going on here!

Chu Xiaoheng was about to be stimulated by the mustard and burst into tears, with a lot of tears and snot running down his nose. Fang Yan thought it was funny, so he kindly handed over a tissue, "Wipe it!"

Chu Heng took it in a hurry, wiped his face, and a large glass of cold water appeared in front of him at just the right time.

It's just... a timely help!

"Ah...Ah!"

Chu Heng tidied himself up in a hurry. The mustard smell still filled his mouth, but luckily it was much lighter than before. He kept sticking out his tongue like a dog, and his eyes were red, not to mention how embarrassing he was.

"Woooooooo..."

"Is San Shao okay?"

Fang Yan suppressed a smile, leaned down, supported the sofa, and looked at the aggrieved little guy.

It's really interesting that he was a dog when he first came here, but now he's a drowned rat covered in a mess.

"There is a spare room upstairs, Third Young Master, let's change clothes!"