The new contract wife was pregnant and fled

In a panic, Wen Ran blurted out: "You...you turn on the speakerphone, and don't make any noise after you connect. I'll say it myself, or I'll be too embarrassed."

The man hooked his lips, and said two words neatly: "Deal."

She didn't grab the phone anymore, staring at him with resentful eyes, grinding her teeth secretly.

The mobile phone was held in Fu Chenlie's hand.

There was a "ding" sound, and the phone was connected.

Wen Ran watched him turn on the speakerphone, and handed the phone to her.

The voice of the other party came over first: "Ran Ran, long time no see, why did you make a special phone call to reply me? In fact, just reply me on WeChat."

Hearing this voice, Wen Ran's eyes widened.

Not Zhao Xiuyun? !

It turned out to be Zhao Xiuyun's mother!

In an instant, her complexion was more than ten times brighter than before, and she tried her best to organize and brew words in her brain, and it took a long time to find her own voice: "Auntie, I... I actually want to tell you that Zhao Xiuyun and I are actually... ..."

Wen Ran wanted to explain clearly.

But with such an explanation, isn't it equivalent to selling Zhao Xiuyun? !

In fact, Zhao Xiuyun did nothing wrong, and she agreed to help.

She really couldn't do such a treacherous thing.

Even if he wanted to speak, it should be Zhao Xiuyun who spoke to his mother.

Not for her.

Wen Ran stared at Fu Chenlie, then looked at the phone, and when his eyes fell on his face, he suddenly raised his hand, tapped the phone screen, and hung up the voice call.

The man caught a glimpse of her movement from the corner of his eye, and his eyes immediately changed.

Before he gritted his teeth and opened his mouth to settle accounts, Wen Ran grabbed his hand first, and couldn't wait to explain: "Boss, I... I really wanted to make it clear, but I didn't expect that you were calling Zhao Xiuyun's mother." , I promised Zhao Xiuyun about this matter, if I told her mother behind his back that I am not his girlfriend, wouldn't that be slapping Zhao Xiuyun in the face? It's really inappropriate for everyone to be a classmate."

Fu Chenlie looked at her coldly: "This is what you lied to me?"

"I...I admit that I said I wanted to speak for myself, but I didn't know that Zhao Xiuyun's mother was on the other side of the phone." Wen Ran explained nervously.

But this explanation did not settle him.

The man laughed back in anger, and shouted her name emphatically: "Wen Ran!"

Seeing his angry posture, Wen Ran was startled, and said humbly: "Boss... oh, no, hubby! Hubby... don't be angry, I promise to make it clear, just let me solve this matter by myself Well, okay?"

Hearing her soft and waxy discussion tone, Fu Chenlie's anger in his heart faded for no reason.

He looked at her holding his hand again.

It was only when he looked over that he felt that the woman was holding his hand firmly, and it was obvious that she was in a hurry.

Fu Chenlie asked her in a raised tone: "Are you afraid of me?"

The latter looked confused: "Huh?"

"When I explained, I looked like I was about to cry. Why, are you afraid that I will be angry?"

"Uh... Maybe I also feel that I shouldn't hang up the phone directly, and I'm also a little afraid of your losing your temper."

Fu Chenlie stared at her inexplicably, and raised his lips slightly: "I can let you solve this problem by yourself."

"Really?"

"But there are conditions."

Wen Ran was immediately frightened, and asked tentatively, "What...what are the conditions?"

Fu Chenlie took her hand instead, spread her palm, put her mobile phone on it, and said unhurriedly: "Turn on the camera of your mobile phone, take a photo of you and me, and send it directly to Zhao Xiuyun. Tell him, I am your husband."