Voice to you: Only wives are allowed to act coquettishly

This is Wen Qian's husband?It's pretty good-looking too, but it's too fierce.

The owner of the KTV apologized to Fu Yicheng dripping with cold sweat, his waist was almost planted in the ground.

"Master Fu, it's because I didn't manage the safety measures well, and I'm willing to bear all the losses."

I was afraid that Fu Yicheng would close his KTV if he was unhappy.

Fu Yicheng didn't have time to argue with him now, even if he acquiesced to the boss's words, he rushed to the hospital in a hurry.

Wen Qian refused to leave outside the operating room, and Fu Yicheng smelled of alcohol as soon as he approached, and frowned displeasedly: "Are you drunk again?"

Thinking about the last time Wen Qian got drunk, Fu Yicheng was afraid for a while.

Wen Qian shook her head, but her flushed face clearly said that she was drunk. When the director saw Fu Yicheng, he felt that this man was not simple, and subconsciously wanted to stop him from taking Wen Qian back.

Fu Yicheng's eyes fell on him coldly: "I'm her husband, do you need me to show you the marriage certificate?"

The director was stunned. He hadn't heard that Wen Qian had a husband. She looked like she was only in her early twenties, so why did she get married?

However, Fu Yicheng's appearance made the director dare not stop him, secretly guessing Fu Yicheng's identity, he did not see the scene at the KTV in the hospital where he accompanied Gao Rongrong.

After returning home, Wen Qian, whose nerves were relaxed, regained her strength after drinking. Seeing Fu Yicheng's profile close at hand, she thought she was dreaming.

With a smirk, he held Fu Yicheng's face and rubbed it, curled his lips in disgust, he didn't have much flesh, and the hand didn't feel good.

Fu Yicheng was frightened by Wen Qian's sudden behavior, and pulled her hand away: "What are you doing?"

Wen Qian turned to touch his chest again: "Fu Yicheng, your chest is so hard."

The export is amazing.

The driver in front almost stepped on the wrong gas pedal, and Fu Yicheng told him to drive faster. After arriving home, Wen Qian acted even more recklessly, wrapping around Fu Yicheng like an octopus.

"Fu Yicheng, you look good." She always thought that Fu Yicheng was good-looking, but she never said it to her face because Fu Yicheng's face was too cold.

She only dared to say that in a dream, but today the dream is a bit real.

"Where does it look good?" Fu Yicheng liked Wen Qian's words for the first time.

What a man dislikes the most is being called "good-looking" but from Wen Qian's mouth, Fu Yicheng is not disgusted at all.

"Everywhere is beautiful, Fu Yicheng, what should I do? I seem to like you a little bit." Wen Qian seemed to be talking to Fu Yicheng, and also seemed to be talking to herself.

Fu Yicheng's hand holding Wen Qian almost let go, his expression peeled off inch by inch, did he hear correctly?

With a trembling voice, he said, "You... say it again?"

Wen Qian closed her eyes and fell into a deep sleep. Her eyes were swollen from drinking and crying, and now Wen Qian couldn't wake up even if there was thunder.

One second before Fu Yicheng, the sun was shining, and the next second a storm was falling.

Finally, I realized what it was like to be hung up on my appetite.

Looking intently at Wen Qian's sleeping face, is she drunk or is she telling the truth?They all say the truth after drinking, it should be true, right?
Because of what Wen Qian said, Fu Yicheng didn't sleep well all night, and really wanted to wake Wen Qian from her sleep.

When he came back from his morning run, Wen Qian just woke up, saw Fu Yicheng, and said hello in a good mood: "Morning."

Immediately remembering that Gao Rongrong was still in the hospital, Wen Qian jumped out of bed non-stop: "Master, is she alright?"

"She's fine, I'm fine!"

"What's the matter with you?" Wen Qian thought that Fu Yicheng was full of energy. He just came back from running, and his whole body was full of masculinity.

Fu Yicheng trapped Wen Qian's small body between his arms and the wall: "You don't remember what you said last night?"

Wen Qian only knew that she was drunk and dizzy, Gao Rongrong blocked the knife for her, and then she seemed to cry miserably and then had a dream.

Holding Fu Yicheng up and down.

Wen Qian thought of some episodes and shuddered: "I don't remember."

Fu Yicheng slammed Wen Qian's lips heavily: "How about this? Do you remember?"

Wen Qian covered her mouth and exaggerated: "I can't kiss you forcibly, can I?"

Fu Yicheng had black lines all over his head: "It would be fine if you just kissed me forcefully."

Wen Qian was even more frightened. Could it be that she did something more egregious than a forced kiss?Wouldn't it be taking advantage of the wine to give Fu Yicheng to...

Don't dare to think about it any further: "Get out of the way, I'm going to see the master."

Fu Yicheng had already hinted at this, Wen Qian hadn't remembered it, she knew that he should have recorded last night.

There was a tightness in the chest.

Reluctant to ask again at the dinner table, Wen Qian still looked blank: "Fu Yicheng, what happened, just say no?"

"It's nothing." Fu Yicheng thought Wen Qian remembered that Tu Meiling seemed to have to wait a long time for Wen Qian to hear this sentence when she woke up.

Wen Qian cooked chicken soup herself and went to the hospital to see Gao Rongrong.

Gao Rongrong just scratched his skin, but it was nothing serious, it just hurt a little, and he woke up early.

While swiping her phone in boredom, Wen Qian came.

What happened yesterday was not on the news, the reporter only took pictures of their gathering, Gao Rongrong put down his phone in peace.

"Master, are you okay?" Wen Qian glanced at Gao Rongrong worriedly.

"Very good, did you bring this for me?" Gao Rongrong saw the insulated box in Wen Qian's hand and swallowed greedily.

"Otherwise, who else could it be for? Drink it while it's hot."

Gao Rongrong, who has always strictly managed her figure, broke the precept this time, how many bowls of chicken soup can she drink to make up for the blood she bleeds?

"Sure enough, I have accepted a good apprentice."

"Master, don't say that, if it wasn't for you yesterday, I would be lying here today, thank you."

Gao Rongrong smiled embarrassingly, in fact, Fu Yicheng had already sent someone to compensate her, and now Wen Qian specially boiled chicken soup and brought it over.

Being too nice to her can easily make her lazy.

"What happened to those two people yesterday?" Wen Qian came too hastily just now, so she didn't ask Fu Yicheng.

"Of course I called the police. The director called me just now and told me that yesterday your husband beat them up."

Although it wasn't because of her, Gao Rongrong was still very moved and danced.

Accidentally involved in the pain of the wound, grinning.

Wen Qian hurriedly told her not to move: "When did the doctor say you can leave the hospital?"

"A week." Gao Rongrong frowned, and she would suffocate to death in a week.

"Fortunately, the recording of the show is over, otherwise it would be inconvenient to work." Wen Qian chatted with Gao Rongrong.

"That's to say, it's a good thing it wasn't the face that was hurt." Fortunately, Gao Rongrong did another thing.

The corners of Wen Qian's mouth twitched slightly, the master's focus is always so different.

After a while, there were more people in the ward, and they were all from the program team.

Although the recording of the show has ended, the director still paid for some medical expenses. If they could show up in time for yesterday's incident, Gao Rongrong would not have been injured.

It wasn't until lunch time that I got up and was ready to leave.