Kiss her 90,000 times

The unpleasant conversation ended with Shi Wan saying "you say so, so be it".

The woman turned her head to look out of the car window, a thin layer of mist gradually appeared in her clear and clear eyes, she blinked twice quickly, and disappeared again.

Fu Conglin glanced at her from the rearview mirror, only saw half of a cold face, and after looking back indifferently, he stopped talking.

It is impossible to say that Shi Wan has no complaints against Fu Conglin.

In the final analysis, he said that it was because she insisted on marrying him.

Dispersed Shi Wan's resentment to pieces.

Indeed, if she hadn't come forward in a shameless manner, tried her best tricks, and climbed on the bed, how could she have married into the Fu family as she wished and became his Fu Conglin's wife.

It was so difficult when Shiwan wanted to get out of the body, but fortunately it has nothing to do with it now.

Although he will still be stabbed by his words.

When they arrived at the old house, Shi Wan got out of the car, followed closely by Fu Conglin, the man raised his arm noblely, Shi Wan looked over, and took his arm silently.

Uncle Liu stood at the door, smiling very kindly: "The young master and the young mistress came very early today."

Shi Wan slightly hooked her lips: "I haven't seen Grandpa for a long time, and I want to come to accompany him earlier."

The creases at the corners of Uncle Liu's eyes were exposed, and he hurriedly led him in.

Fu Conglin slightly drooped his lower eyelids, seeing Shi Wan's smile from the corner of his eye, his heart was slightly cold.

She is used to pretending.

Sensing his slightly mocking gaze, Shi Wan stopped abruptly.

Fu Conglin also stopped, "What?"

The man lowered his voice.

Shi Wan's face remained calm, and his lips slightly opened and closed: "Fu Sanshao, please show me some respect, you begged me to come to this banquet."

As she spoke, she paused, and looked at him with bright eyes: "Don't act like I owe you."

After saying that, Shi Wan pulled out her hand holding his arm, and walked away, but within a step or two, she heard her gentle and soft voice: "Grandpa, Wan Wan came to see you!"

Fu Conglin stood where he was.

I felt suffocated in my heart.

It was stuck in his chest, he couldn't get up or down, and it made his heart ache with anger.

He stared straight at Shi Wan's back with deep eyes, and he exhaled for a moment, his ugly expression restrained, and he stepped into the hall again.

Mr. Fu was teasing the bird, he responded with a smile, and called Shi Wan over. After a pleasant chat, Mr. Fu asked his servant to set up a chess board, and went to play chess with Shi Wan.

Fu Conglin came forward to say hello, the old man raised his eyelids and glanced at him, with a serious expression on his face: "You know you're back?"

Duan Suhua on the side was not happy, and protected her son: "Dad, isn't Cong Lin busy? Shi Wan didn't say anything when she was free. Come and see, can she compare with Cong Lin?"

Shi Wan looked down at the chess and didn't speak.

Fu Conglin stood there, a little arrogant.

The old man switched between him and Shi Wan.

Shi Wan played a white chess piece, her fingers were slender and fair, the only bad thing was probably a dark circle on her ring finger.

But he didn't ask any more questions.

During lunch, Duan Suhua, who has always been somewhat sloppy, also noticed something was wrong, and looked suspiciously back and forth between Fu Conglin and Shi Wan.

Shi Wan felt uncomfortable being watched by her, and involuntarily clenched the corner of her clothes.

Duan Suhua put down the chopsticks and said coldly, "Shiwan."

Shi Wan raised her head, "Mom, what's wrong?"

Duan Suhua glanced over, raised her chin and asked, "Where's your ring?"

Mr. Fu followed suit.

Shi Wan was taken aback.

Then he looked down at his fingers, which were empty.

She panicked, and subconsciously looked at Fu Conglin.

The man's expression was the same, "The previous one didn't fit well. I ordered a new one, so I didn't let her wear it."

Duan Suhua didn't expect her son to help Shi Wan speak, she blinked, a little unhappy: "How can you change the wedding ring at will, if you let others know about it, don't make random guesses about whether you are close or not?"

Shi Wan clenched her hands, and she pursed her lips, "Mom, Grandpa, I actually..."

"I've finished eating. Shi Wan is a bit tired. I'll take her upstairs to rest first." Fu Conglin interrupted Shi Wan, grabbed her hand, and pulled her upstairs with a warning force.

Duan Suhua was stunned, and then realized, "What's going on? Is there any courtesy..."

She glanced at the old man and saw that the old man had a sullen face, so she didn't dare to speak anymore.

All the way to the upstairs in silence, as soon as Fu Conglin entered the room, Fu Conglin shook off Shiwan, locked the door behind his back, and stared at her coldly: "What did you want to say just now?"

Shi Wan rubbed her sore wrist, "You don't care what I want to say."

"Shiwan." He called her name, "I warn you, don't talk nonsense."

His expression was a little fierce, he almost pointed at Shi Wan's nose.

Shi Wan stopped moving, she turned around, looked around to see if there was something in hand, finally picked up the pillow on the sofa, threw it at Fu Conglin, and said coldly: "Fu Conglin, I also warn you, I am not yours now, you better show me some respect!"

The pillow hit it, but Fu Conglin raised his hand to block it.

It was the first time someone dared to talk to Fu Conglin like this in front of him.

Fu Conglin's chest heaved with anger.

Being looked at so gloomyly by him, she was not timid, and sneered: "What are you afraid of? What do you think I'm going to say? Are we already divorced?"

Fu Conglin just looked at her and didn't speak.

Shi Wan continued: "How long do you think you can keep it a secret? It is better to be frank and lenient than to fix it after a dead sheep. Don't you understand such a simple truth, San Shao Fu?"

"Heh." The man snorted coldly.

He tore open his collar irritably, "You are so powerful, go and tell me, in front of the old man, tell me, you divorced me, you had a miscarriage, it was Song Banxia's fault, it was me."

Shi Wan looked up at him fixedly, took a deep breath two seconds later and turned her head away.

"You are not very capable, you go."

Shi Wan closed her eyes, "Let me be the bad guy, you're dreaming!"

Fu Conglin sneered.

Fu Conglin had already discovered that Shi Wan, a popular person, was really good at it, and she always said things he didn't like to hear. Before the divorce, she was a little bit better, but after the divorce, she became more and more aggressive.

It is true that he had his concerns about the divorce, and tried to resolve it peacefully with Shi Wan, but she could piss him off with just one word.

The two had absolutely no room for communication.

After a while, a servant knocked on the door.

Call Fu Conglin, saying that Mr. Fu is waiting for him in the study.

Before Fu Conglin left, she glanced at Shi Wan, she pursed her lips tightly, with a very dissatisfied expression.

The man sneered again and hooked his lips, before leaving the room.

Fu Conglin went to the study.

Uncle Liu opened the door, looked at him with complicated eyes, and said in a low voice, "Master..."

"Let him get out!" The old man shouted majesticly and angrily from inside.

Fu Conglin raised his foot and walked in.

Lowering his eyes, "Grandpa."

"Your Majesty!"

The man straightened his back, silently, and slowly knelt down on his knees.

Mr. Fu put his hands behind his back, turned around, "Go and get the things."

It is self-evident what this thing is, Uncle Liu persuaded: "Old man..."

"Go and get—"

Uncle Liu hurriedly took a black rattan whip from behind the bookshelf.

The crackling sound of the whip in the old man's hand was deafening.

With a strong force, it fell without hesitation, "Pa——!"

Through the thin cloth, it slammed on Fu Conglin's back.

The man frowned slightly, and then flattened.

"Snapped!"

Another whip.

Fu Conglin accepted it, his jaw tightened, and he stared straight ahead.

"Snapped!"

"Snapped--!"

A dozen whips in a row.

Fu Conglin's white shirt was torn from the whipping, and there were obvious bloodstains on the back.

Uncle Liu felt distressed watching from the side, and was worried that the old man would lose his temper, so he quickly persuaded him, "Old man, calm down and talk if you have something to say."

Looking at Fu Conglin again, "Third young master, quickly apologize to the old man, and speak up if you have something to say, don't be bored."

After all, he was old, and after more than a dozen whips, the old man's breath became quicker. He held the handle of the whip, beat it on the table, and looked at Fu Conglin sternly, "Do you know why I beat you?"