Fu Shao's hidden marriage sweet wife

Fu Tingqian didn't hear what she was muttering to herself.

He looked down at her, "What are you mumbling about?"

Chi Nian slowly raised her head, in front of her drunken eyes, it seemed that the silhouettes of several people were overlapping, and she couldn't see clearly, and she couldn't even distinguish anything with her chaotic thinking.

After a while, she said vaguely, "I want to pee."

"..."

She squatted against the wall on the edge of the corridor.

Chi Nian was already thin, squatting up and looking at it from his position, it looked like a small ball, like a pet that was abandoned and waiting for someone to take it in, it was indescribably pitiful.

If she had ears and a tail...

She raised her head and looked at him for a moment.

Fu Tingqian condescendingly looked at her for a while, but finally felt helpless and had a headache. He suppressed his temper that was about to explode, and pointed her in a direction with a gloomy expression, "Over there."

Chi Nian pouted, and said bluntly, "I'm so tired, I can't walk..."

"What do you mean?"

"You carry me..."

"Don't even think about it."

The man's tough tone without room for negotiation made her a little hurt.

Her body reacted faster than her mind and consciousness. Her black and white eyes were gradually filled with moisture like mist, and her small cherry red mouth was deflated, as if she was about to cry in a second.

"mean……"

Looking at it like that, I was really wronged.

Fu Tingqian's face was tense, standing in front of her indifferently like a statue.

After a while, due to the urgent needs of the body, Chi Nian had no choice but to prop up the wall and get up slowly.

But her body was crumbling.

After walking a few steps, her toes suddenly tripped over her heels. Fortunately, the man had quick eyesight and quick hands, and grabbed her arm in time, so that she didn't trip and fall to the ground.

Fu Tingqian's forehead was throbbing with blue veins, and he really wanted to stuff this drunk woman into the trash can.

He didn't know what he was thinking, but he didn't just leave her here and sit idly by, but actually asked her in a deep and cold tone, "Want to go to the bathroom?"

Chi Nian barely held his eyelids, and nodded at him eagerly, "Mmm..."

Fu Tingqian took a deep breath, closed his long and narrow eyes, and suddenly lifted her up with a horrified expression, and carried her on his shoulders without paying attention to the eyes of others passing by.

Yes, not back, not hug.

It is to carry.

For such a disrespectful and rude behavior, only a man like Fu Tingqian has done this to Chi Nian for more than 20 years.

Her fuzzy thinking, just came up with some thoughts by this action, but immediately after that, her stomach was overwhelmed, and the little thinking ability she had left was also shattered by the impact until it disappeared.

"You..." His stomach was on his shoulder, and his stomach felt sore. Chi Nian mumbled inarticulately, "Put me down..."

She was kicking and kicking unsteadily, and Fu Tingqian, who had no patience, walked her long legs while carrying her, and warned coldly, "Don't move!"

Chi Nian felt very uncomfortable, "I can't do it... let me go..."

"Chi Nian—"

"I want to throw up."

"..."

Fu Tingqian's expression was slightly stiff, and the veins around his temples were throbbing like thunder.

A few seconds later, he said word for word, "If you dare to spit on me, I will throw you outside on the road!"

In the face of drunk people who have almost no thinking ability, no matter how strong the threat is, the effect is like cotton, soft and no deterrent.

Chi Nian couldn't even hear what he was saying at all.

She retched on his shoulder, and she felt nauseous just by looking at it.

Fu Tingqian's handsome face was covered with darkness.

After all, the possibility that she vomited on him was more effective than his threat to her. Fu Tingqian had no choice but to put her off his shoulders and take her to the side of the trash can.

He stood aside and said coldly, "Hurry up and vomit!"

There were many people passing by them in the corridor, but in such an entertainment venue, it was no surprise. Except for Fu Tingqian's inherently eye-catching looks and height, which made people look at him more often, he didn't pay much attention to the rest.

Chi Nian squatted by the trash can, retched for a while, but didn't spit out anything.

She was exhausted and weak, as if she could collapse to the ground at any time, and muttered to him aggrievedly, "I want to pee..."

"understood!"

With a broken "trouble", seeing that she couldn't vomit anything, Fu Tingqian stepped forward again, and raised her arm to lift her up with his big palm like a steel bar.

Maybe it was because she thought that she had a stomachache after drinking, but this time she didn't carry her.

Da Heng picked her up, and Fu Tingqian walked quickly towards the bathroom.

The bathroom was actually not that far away, but because she was drunk and had a lot of troubles, the distance was not too far and it took several twists and turns to finally bring her there.

The men's and women's restrooms were separate. Fu Tingqian carried her straight to the women's restroom, kicked open the door outside, and stuffed her on the toilet in the cubicle.

After putting her down, I wanted to leave immediately.

But thinking of something in vain, Fu Tingqian still asked her coldly, "Do you need my help for the rest?"

In response to him, the door of the compartment was closed with a bang.

Almost hit him in the face.

Fu Tingqian, "..."

Fu Tingqian couldn't figure out where did his temper and patience come from, not only controlling her but also tossing with her for so long.

Maybe it's because she's been in Fu's family for many years and has a close relationship with He Huirong and Fu Qizheng. Maybe it's because she's been married to him for three years. After all, she is his wife in name, so he just left her there alone and ignored him. It was his face that was lost in the end.

In short, Fu Tingqian was too lazy to think about what it was, and he didn't want to think about it.

Standing tall and straight in a suit and leather shoes, he stood in the aisle outside the bathroom, with his back lowered to the wall, smoking a cigarette, his chiseled face was hard to discern, and his chest was full of upset.

The phone in his trouser pocket suddenly rang.

It was Sheng Siyan calling.

Fu Tingqian took it out and swiped his long finger to answer.

Sheng Siyan at the other end said, "I've already understood what happened, what do you want to do with that man?"

In Fu Tingqian's mind, the picture he saw before emerged.

The man's hand wandered restlessly on her back, looking at her with ambiguous lust as if he wanted to swallow her up.

Fu Tingqian's jaw tightened, and thick smoke spewed out from between his thin lips and teeth, "If your hands are dirty, you can discard them, and if you don't want your eyes, you can donate them."

Sheng Siyan's call was actually meaningless, because he was generally aware of Fu Tingqian's methods.

But when the words of indifference and heartlessness came out of his mouth, Sheng Siyan realized that he was still thinking too simply.

Unexpectedly, Fu Tingqian would be so ruthless.