Mr. Fan's Cold and Ugly Wife

The man didn't speak, but directly picked her up from the ground and took her back to the bedroom.

When entering the door, he hooked the door with his back foot and walked straight to the bed.

Even if he doesn't look at her, he can know the expression on her face at the moment, angry and flustered, but he wants to put all emotions away.

"Boom" she was thrown onto the bed, and the soft and fluffy quilt was smashed by her weight, making a low and indistinct sound.

It was impossible for her to just lie down like that, but turned over and sat up directly, staring at the man next to the bed vigilantly.

Fan Xiaozheng stood beside the bed.

The only thing he can feel is that after knowing the situation in Fucheng, although she is still unfriendly to him, her overall mood has improved.

Otherwise, I didn't even want to look at him before.

"Are you sure you're single?" He stood by the bed condescendingly and looked at her.

Ye Liang sat up, raised her face and looked back, not to be outdone, "Why not? Do you want to talk about your underground lover again?"

She laughed, "According to what you said, I can establish the relationship you mentioned with any man. Since anyone can do it, in other words, isn't it still the same as being single?"

Yeliang thought he would change his face.

Unexpectedly, he didn't have it, but he turned around and didn't know what to look for in the room.

After a while, she realized that his behavior looked like a servant who came in and searched the house every day.

After all, I smiled, "After I moved in, almost all the places you searched have not been touched. Don't really find anything, especially women's products. Wouldn't it be more embarrassing for you?"

Who knows if this villa has raised any women before?
The man glanced at her indifferently, "It's fine if you can't find men's products."

Then she came over and sat up beside the bed, her expression didn't look particularly ugly. After sitting sideways, her eyes fell on the position of her ankles.

Before she could react, he had already wrapped her ankle and held it, and pressed the pulp of his thumb on it.

"Does it hurt?"

She didn't respond, but stared at him quietly.

It's not that Ye Liang doesn't want to talk to him at this time, but that she finally knows how weird the rough feeling of being touched by that Mr. Lin just now is.

It is because of the familiarity of deja vu.

"I'm asking you, why are you staring at me?" The man raised his eyes and frowned slightly.

Ye Liang just shook his head.

But the eyes still fell on his face.

She also looked at his hand which was checking her ankle. She didn't pay attention to Mr. Lin's hand just now.

But of course he knew Fan Xiaozheng's hand.

Although he became darker and thinner after going out for a while, but this kind of skin color, which is close to wheat, is very eye-catching on a man.

His hand, which was originally pleasing to the eye, is still well-defined.

How could the two hands feel so similar to her?
It was similar, and she finally knew where her weirdness came from. She had always felt this man's touch.

When Mr. Lin met her, she shamelessly thought that she had a neurological problem, or that she hadn't had a man for too long.

At this moment, when such a thought popped into her mind, she felt it was ridiculous!
Fan Xiaozheng had already gone to get the ointment, and rubbed it on her ankles, his movements were very light, not rushing or slowing down.

"Fan Xiaozheng." She called him suddenly.

"Hmm." The man didn't know what he was thinking, so he subconsciously responded.

She called him unconsciously, so she didn't know what to say now.

The man also looked at her, his thick eyebrows raised slightly, "What's the matter?"

Ye Liang could only shake her head, she couldn't ask if he was alone with that man?

If not, then she has really become a hidden adulterer, not only hiding, but also seems to think of that man at any time.

It must be another unpleasant meal.

"What's the matter?" Fan Xiaozheng had already screwed on the cap of the ointment, looking at her.

Then she took advantage of the situation and said: "You caused the Fucheng incident, even if he didn't get hurt, I don't intend to forgive you just like that, but I should be able to go out anyway?"

Unexpectedly, he actually lowered his expression and said in a low voice: "No."

Ye Liang frowned suddenly, thinking she had heard wrong.

Then he laughed, "Why, do you really plan to lock me up like this for the rest of your life? Does the capital really let you do whatever you want?"

He reached out and put the ointment on the bedside table.

His eyes fell on her angry face, and after a while, he said, "You are allowed to go out once a week, but you must be accompanied by someone."

She was really laughing, laughing self-deprecatingly, "I didn't understand that you imprisoned me at the beginning because of profit, and I was afraid that I would find Wei Yanzhi in the past and spoil your good deed!"

"Then now, Mr. Fan is trying to have fun, to show that he is very capable?"

Fan Xiaozheng had a calm expression, the kind that made her unable to quarrel even if she wanted to.

"I checked with Wei Yanzhi. He bought the medicine, but Fan Weilan didn't kill him. Can't you think of who took Fan Weilan's life?"

"I don't care who killed her, she deserves to die." Ye Liang didn't bother to think about things that had nothing to do with her at this moment.

"I can't ignore it." The man said.

"The capital city is not very peaceful now, and the surface is just an illusion. Almost half of the political circle is rotten, but no one wants to ruin their official career just like this, so they dare to take the risk to solve Fan Weilan. Do you think you are still missing? "

Ye Liang still didn't feel that this matter had much to do with him.

"My grandfather is the one who researches the medicine, and Fan Weilan is the one who uses the medicine. They target me just to get addicted to their mouths. What else can they do to me?"

"Who knows if you have any records or books about your grandfather's research on medicine?"

When he said this, Ye Liang frowned with a pair of beautiful soft eyebrows.

"Are you joking?" She sneered, "Me? What records do I have, books?"

Fan Xiaozheng looked calm, or rather determined.

Question: "Isn't that "Craftsman Record" in your hands? The outside world thinks that your grandfather and your grandfather left you a family heirloom. Haven't you heard of it?"

After asking this question, Ye Liang froze suddenly, staring at him for a long time.

"Fan Xiaozheng, don't you think I have that kind of thing in my hand?"

The man shook his head slightly.

Said: "I don't care, and I'm not curious, but since someone speculates, it must be prevented before it happens. At this time, I can't let you out."

Since he said that he could only go out once a week, no matter how much trouble she made now, he would not change his words.

She took a breath and stopped dwelling on the question.

After a while, I asked, "How did you know about the "Jian Ren Lu"?"