The new contract wife was pregnant and fled

After Fu Chenlie said a word, the study was eerily quiet.

Wen Ran stared at his handsome face, she didn't know how to respond to him, or was asked this question, she froze in place, without saying a word for a long time.

It wasn't until the man stood still in front of her that she regained her voice belatedly: "What do you mean by that?"

What do you mean... willing to be entangled by her?

His deep eyes fell on her face, and those eyes seemed to be conveying something so complicated that people couldn't understand. His deep voice slowly overflowed a few words: "literally."

Wen Ran repeated blankly: "The literal meaning is... what does it mean?"

She asked two questions in a row, which made the man frown.

Instead of answering, he asked, "Has Mrs. Fu never studied? Or can't understand Chinese?"

In the not-so-bright study room, the overhead light shone on the man's body, as if a god was gilded with golden light, making him so high and unattainable.

After all, Wen Ran couldn't resist his fiery gaze, and lowered her head as if admitting defeat.

She pursed her lips slightly: "We have an agreement."

"The agreement is dead, but the person is alive. Besides, doesn't the agreement stipulate that there is no need for divorce if there is a relationship?"

"You have no feelings for me."

Fu Chenlie listened to her soft voice and asked, "Who told you?"

Wen Ran raised her head: "Do you like me?"

"I have feelings for you that I want to always let me be my wife and bully you, can't I? Do I have to like you?"

"...I don't want to be bullied by you."

He looked at her swollen face because of dissatisfaction, and felt inexplicably cute.

For a while, I lost my smile.

The man let out a low sigh from his throat helplessly and indulgently, stretched out his hand and pulled her into his arms, and hugged her.

He touched the soft hair on the top of her head with his big palm again and again, and his low and hoarse voice overflowed from his throat: "Let you hug me, I've talked a lot of nonsense, Mrs. Fu, talking about wasting time, the world's money is worthless." Few people in the world can compare to you, huh?"

Wen Ran was hugged, her face was pressed against his soft and comfortable bathrobe, she just felt so warm.

In particular, there is a pleasant smell of body wash in the breath, mixed with the original male body fragrance, which is inexplicably confusing.

Her cheeks were slightly red.

Fortunately, he shouldn't be able to see the two of them hugging each other.

Recovering from his thoughts, Wen Ran responded to his words rather unconvinced: "You asked me first, and I just answered in cooperation."

Fu Chenlie chuckled: "Why do you like sophistry?"

"I do not have!"

After affirming, she raised her head from his arms, looked at the man's perfect and superior jawline, and said bitterly: "If you don't let me talk back, how dare I?"

Fu Chenlie blocked her shoulder with his right hand, raised her chin with his left hand, and said in an unclear way: "Mrs. Even thought through all the sophistry, didn't you?"

Wen Ran stared into her secretive eyes, and was shocked for a moment!

He knows what's on her mind?

No...not possible!

She shook her head mechanically: "No, I didn't do anything I shouldn't do, and I didn't argue in my heart. Don't blame me."

"Injustice?"

He snorted softly, and with a slight smile on his thin lips, he said, "You are the one who insists, you are the one who makes sophistry, and you are the one who beat back. I have learned Mrs. Fu's skills."