Mr. Fan's Cold and Ugly Wife

He just stood there with a dark face, but because of the nature of a man, he couldn't take his eyes off her.

Although she is pregnant, her waist does not look bloated at all, on the contrary, she is quite moist, especially with makeup on.

Fan Xiaozheng knew that this was her job, and planned to wait patiently for a while.

But he really overestimated his patience.

Seeing her talking more and more happily, she unconsciously fiddled with her long hair on the way, and a certain nerve that was tense finally broke with a "bang".

It just so happened that a staff member passed by her with a large stack of cardboard boxes in her hands.

The man raised his brows tightly, and walked over without thinking much.

Sure enough, the person holding the cardboard box had poor eyesight, and the edges and corners of the cardboard box directly hit her waist.

"Hey...ah!"

Yeliang uttered two consecutive syllables, and Fan Xiaozheng had already snatched him over.

"Does it hurt?" Fan Xiaozheng asked, staring at her with a sullen face and lowered eyebrows.

She was a little dazed at the time, because it happened so quickly, she didn't understand the situation at all, so she was led away by at least two meters from where she was standing.

"Speak!" The man's powerful voice sounded again.

Ye Liang's shoulders trembled slightly, and he also pulled back his thoughts.

Immediately, she frowned softly, and looked at him inexplicably, "What are you yelling at?"

There are people everywhere here, it is a shared dressing room, when he yelled, many people looked this way.

Yeliang had to leave early.

When she got outside, she wrapped her clothes around her body, her brows were still furrowed together in displeasure, "Did Fucheng not come back? ... If so, then you can go."

Fan Xiaozheng's face didn't look any better, he just reached out and went around behind her.

I wanted to use my fingertips to touch the area of ​​her lower back to see if she hit her.

But she dodged sensitively, with a bit of disgust on her face, "What are you doing?"

That expression reminded Fan Xiaozheng of the front yard of the Bauhinia Garden at noon, when he didn't pay much attention to her expression.

At this moment, her expression fell into his eyes, and the corners of her lips sank slightly, "Where did you hit?"

"I'm not porcelain. Even if I bump into it, Mr. Fan doesn't have to look like this. I get goosebumps."

In other words, she felt sick.

Fan Xiaozheng's face darkened, "Answer the question, or I'll check it myself."

She was indifferent and wanted to slip away from him.

The man seemed annoyed, "I just bought a few more sets, do you want to use them all?"

Upon hearing this, Ye Liang glared at him, "Are you really treating me as a free servant?"

"Want to try?"

She was so angry that she didn't know what to say.

Standing there holding a layer of tulle in the palm of his hand.

When Fan Xiaozheng wrapped his arms around her waist, she gritted her teeth slightly, but did not move.

The man's slightly rough fingertips brushed against her skin, and then accurately pressed on the place that was touched just now.

The height and sideways angle were both accurate, and then he stared at her with lowered eyebrows, "Does it hurt?"

She turned her face and shook her head impatiently, "Release after checking."

Fan Xiaozheng did not follow her wishes, and even his palm was still attached to her lower back.

At that moment, Ye Liang felt that the man's temperature was much higher than hers, and the heat in his palm reminded her of the time when he warmed her waist during a menstrual holiday.

Then a flash of thought flashed through my mind, when did her period come?

It's just that this thought was interrupted by the man in front of him for a short time.

He seemed to be caressing the palm of his hand, although his tone was still a bit tense, but knowing that she didn't bump into it, he was also a little gentle.

"I know that the possibility of not letting you work is zero, but it's best not to let me see bumps every three days."

Yeliang was already very impatient, "Can you go?"

Fan Xiaozheng still did not let go of her.

"Are you still angry because of what happened at noon?"

She doesn't want to talk anymore.

"For the third time today, I have nothing with Lena, huh?"

"Not interested." She finally said coldly, "I still have something to do..."

"Pick you up, Fucheng and the others will arrive tomorrow." Fan Xiaozheng interrupted her, and said, "Go back now."

It's fine if he didn't see it, since he saw it, he couldn't let her wear this dress and continue to show off here.

"Did I agree?" Ye Liang was puzzled.

The man had a calm expression on his face, "Well, tell me, why did you agree?"

While talking, he obviously shortened the distance between them, and his breath suddenly became heavy in the narrow space.

It's dimly lit, it's a corner of the hotel, and most people don't notice it.

But Ye Liang still frowned, "You'd better stay away from me."

Because she already smelled the faint smell of alcohol on him.

No wonder he suddenly yelled at her in a low voice just now in the dressing room, obviously under the influence of alcohol, completely ignoring the surrounding situation.

He didn't mean to distance himself.

Ye Liang suddenly sensed something wrong with the man's aura and something, suddenly became angry, and wanted to raise his hand to push him away.

It's just that she ignored the positions of the two of them.

Fan Xiaozheng was on the other side of the wall, behind her was an empty grass field, and there was a small step under her feet.

So much so that when she pushed him, she was bounced back by the reaction force instead.

His feet wobbled a bit, and he could have stood still, but because he stepped on the empty steps, he fell back immediately.

Fan Xiaozheng was still in a trance for a second, but this second, his pupils tightened fiercely, and before she tripped completely, he took a step with his long legs and pulled her back all at once.

The incident happened suddenly, and his strength was not light, and his whole face and person suddenly tensed up because of nervousness.

The tone was also firmly suppressed, "Do you think you didn't die enough?"

Ye Liang was also startled by herself, and was stunned for two or three seconds, but in her opinion, even if she fell directly like this, it would still be grass, and nothing would happen at all.

So seeing Fan Xiaozheng's viciousness at the moment, he was inexplicably annoyed, "Take your hands away, get out of here and don't touch me!"

As soon as she got angry, Fan Xiaozheng seemed to realize that he was too nervous.

She didn't know she was pregnant, but he knew, so he couldn't bear the emotions.

Just as Ye Liang was about to leave, he took another step to stop him, knowing that he was too emotional, he pressed back now, and didn't follow her, but directly embraced her without being refused.

He just hugged her quietly for a while, and he didn't let go until the woman's temper was almost gone.

During the panic just now, Fan Xiaozheng hugged her from behind.

Now change the subject directly: "Haven't you run out of lipstick yet?"

His chin rested on her shoulder, and the tip of his nose brushed against the corner of her lips, "orange smell."

"Let go!" She didn't give face.