The new contract wife was pregnant and fled

If he remembered correctly, there was a routine hug between them after get off work at night.

The man withdrew his gaze and drove the car out quickly.

Wen Ran sat in the co-pilot admiring the beautiful roses, looked at and smelled them, and finally took out her mobile phone to take pictures as souvenirs. She was so busy thinking that she didn't realize what was going on in the heart of the man in the driver's seat Charming mind.

……

Ten minutes later, the car stopped at the villa around the island.

Wen Ran opened the door and got out of the car, obediently stood there waiting for Fu Chenlie to come over, planning to go home with him.

However, when he saw his dark eyes looking at him after getting out of the car, a bad premonition suddenly appeared in his heart.

She lifted her feet and walked home.

Fu Chenlie quickly caught up with her, and took her hand with his big palm: "Why is Mrs. Fu running?"

"I didn't run."

"Walking so fast, what are you doing?"

It's because his eyes are too scary.

But she didn't say it.

Wen Ran made up a random reason: "I'm a little thirsty, I want to go home and drink water."

He said "um" very lightly, and just pulled her into the house.

Fu Chenlie changed his shoes first, and walked into the living room with long legs.

Wen Ran followed him from the corner of his eyes, and found that the man had walked to the water dispenser and leaned over to take a glass of water.

He walked to the sofa with a water glass in his hand, looked at her ten meters away, and gave an order: "Come and drink water."

Her face changed slightly, and she walked over mechanically, wondering what this man was going to do.

It took Fu Chenlie less than half a month from thinking that the cup she touched was dirty to taking the initiative to fetch water for her to drink. Looking at him now, Wen Ran wondered where she got such a great charm to make a The president of the group liked her so easily.

After standing still on the sofa, he handed her the water.

Wen Ran freed one of the hands holding the flower, and took a small sip from the water glass.

She was hesitating whether to drink the water in the cup or just put it on the coffee table, when she heard the man say: "Put down your flowers, and find a vase for later."

Wen Ran immediately refused: "No need."

Fu Chenlie raised his eyebrows: "Why, do you want to throw it away?"

"Of course not. This is the first time I have received flowers. I usually watch a lot of dried flower tutorials on videos. I plan to make this bouquet of flowers into dried flowers so that I can keep them forever."

"If you like, I can send you every day."

As he spoke, he approached her, took the cup in her hand and put it on the coffee table, and took the flowers in her arms and put them aside.

During this process, the man's deep and complex eyes locked her cheeks, carefully studying every expression that appeared on her face.

Wen Ran was confused by the scorching gaze.

She shook her head mechanically: "You don't need to send them every day, that would be too wasteful. Although fresh flowers are delicate and beautiful, dried flowers have the beauty of dried flowers. The process of making dried flowers is also one of the fun."

The man nodded: "Okay, listen to you."

Listen...listen to her?

These words from Fu Chenlie's mouth were extremely pleasant, but they also made her feel flattered.

Just as Wen Ran was thinking about finding an excuse to leave, the man pulled the hand hanging by his side.

He squeezed her soft and innocent little hand and played with it wantonly.

Wen Ran's expression changed slightly: "What are you... doing?"

"I need a hug when I come back at night, have you forgotten?"

"But... there's no need to hold hands for a hug."

As she spoke, she glanced down at the hand held by him: "You have held my hand more than once today."

Fu Chenlie looked down at her from top to bottom, curled his lips slightly, and when he spoke, there was an inexplicable temptation in his low voice: "I hold your hand, don't you like it?"