Your Miss Su is blackened

After Lin Jiayan said so much, Fu Moxing couldn't refuse any more, so he agreed with "Yeah".

The phone hangs up.

He raised his eyes and looked towards the second floor. The closed door had never been opened again.

The man couldn't help thinking——

Is she still crying?
Or did you get tired of crying and fell asleep? !
It was the first time he saw Su Wan cry so sadly in front of him, and his hard heart suddenly softened when he cried. At that time, he really wanted to hug her, kiss her hair or cheek, want ……comfort her.

But before he touched her, she avoided him in a hurry.

Are you that afraid of him? !

Or... do you hate him that much? !

Fu Moxing flicked the cigarette ash, withdrew his hand and took one last puff, then pressed the cigarette end into the ashtray, and when he sat back, he leaned on the sofa, his black eyes thick as ink.

The man raised his hand and squeezed his brows heavily.

I've never been so upset because of that woman Su Wan.

Fu Moxing really couldn't understand himself.

Maybe the night's drinking party is really what he needs.

……

Six pm.

An Tong made dinner, and at Fu Moxing's signal, he went upstairs to ask Su Wan to come down for dinner.

She stood at the door of the room, and after knocking on the door, she heard his wife say "come in", and then opened the door and walked in.

In the bedroom, Su Wan sat on the hanging chair on the balcony.

She looked dull and expressionless, but her beautiful and delicate face seemed a little tired.

An Tong walked over: "Madam, dinner is ready, shall we go down and eat?"

"Okay, I'm really a little hungry." She responded with a smile, very quickly and happily.

From Su Wan's point of view, she was pregnant, so it was impossible for her to starve herself without eating because of a quarrel with Fu Moxing.

That's not her style.

only……

When she got up, she still looked at An Tong and asked, "Aunt An, is Fu Moxing still at home?"

The latter hurriedly replied: "Yes, sir, he seems to be in a bad mood this afternoon, and he smoked a lot."

The woman pulled her lips, a bit of disappointment flashed across her face, and she said with a little disgust: "Tsk, the living room downstairs must have a strong smell of smoke that makes people breathless, isn't it bad?"

An Tong was taken aback for a moment, obviously he didn't expect her to say that.

Su Guan smiled lightly, and didn't have to wait for An Tong to respond to her, so she raised her foot and walked towards the bedroom door.

She wears a pair of comfortable house slippers, but she still makes noise when walking.

Fu Moxing was still sitting on the sofa downstairs.

When he heard footsteps, his heart beat faster.

The man tried his best to look calm, then turned his head and looked in the direction of the stairs.

At that moment, he felt that every cell in his body was tense.

When he realized it later, Fu Moxing frowned, he thought it was a ghost.

He... is still nervous? !

Su Guan's expression was very pale. At first glance, she couldn't see any difference from usual, only the whiteness of her face that was different from normal skin made her look haggard.

Weary from crying? !
Or... didn't you have a good rest in the afternoon? !

As soon as Su Wan went down the stairs, he turned around and walked towards the restaurant, his movements were smooth and natural.

Even though she had clearly caught a glimpse of the man sitting on the sofa out of the corner of her eye, she still turned a blind eye to it.

Her neglect was natural and thorough.

She acted as if in this villa, there was no... person like Fu Moxing alive looking at her.