The new contract wife was pregnant and fled

Wen Ran has already answered.

However, Fu Chenlie didn't seem to intend to let it go.

He leaned over, his handsome and dignified face kept zooming in front of her eyes: "Have you ever been in love before, Mrs. Fu?"

Wen Ran looked into his eyes and shook her head: "No."

"Really?"

"Ah."

He hooked his lips, seemingly pleased: "So, it's still clean?"

Wen Ran's face changed slightly, and he didn't want to answer this somewhat obscene question.

She took a step back and stood up straight: "It's getting late, I'm a little tired, and I want to go back to my room to sleep."

The man raised his hand and looked at his watch: "It's seven o'clock in the evening, it's still early, it's not time to go to bed, besides, you haven't had dinner yet, aren't you hungry?"

"Not hungry." A bit, actually, but she didn't want to cook.

It's a pity that Fu Chenlie didn't understand her at all, or he didn't care about her, and expressed his feelings frankly: "But I'm hungry."

Wen Ran said indifferently: "Then what should we do?"

He immediately suggested: "You cook?"

She and him looked at each other for three full seconds before she said in a low voice, "Can I not do it?"

"What? Lazy?"

"a bit tired."

"Tired after playing all day?"

"..."

Wen Ran stopped talking.

She was afraid that if she continued the chat, she would trigger the man's emotional rage button again.

He didn't seem to care, after chuckling, he took her hand and walked to the sofa, and sat down with him, staring at her face with black eyes: "I have asked Qian Shun to arrange someone to deliver dinner here , you only need to be responsible for one thing now."

"what?"

"Transfer money to Qin Zeyu."

Wen Ran was stunned for a moment, then said "oh" again.

Fu Chenlie gave her hand and sat down beside her: "Turn."

She reminded: "That...you haven't paid me yet."

He glanced at her and asked back, "Didn't I give you 200w before?"

"I haven't tied the card yet."

"Okay, I'll transfer it to you now."

Seeing him take out his mobile phone and start operating, Wen Ran suddenly felt like a homeless housewife asking her husband for pocket money, feeling a little bit hopeless and embarrassed.

So she looked at the man and added: "I will bind the card later, and I will return the money to you."

As soon as the voice fell, the phone rang, and he had already transferred the money.

Fu Chenlie stared sideways at her at the same time, raised his eyebrows and said, "Return the money to me?"

"Ah."

"Would you pay me back with the money I gave you?"

Wen Ran, "..."

It seems so.

She didn't know what to say.

He put down his phone, put his hand on her lap suddenly, looked at her with unclear eyes, and the corners of his lips slightly curled up: "There is no need to pay back the money, as long as Mrs. Fu can make me happy, no matter how much money, I will be willing to pay for her." You offer it with both hands."

Wen Ran glanced at his hand on her lap, and frowned.

In her mind, she had unconsciously imagined a scene of a middle-aged greasy man wiping the thighs of a sexy female model.

It's just that Fu Chenlie is young, and has a handsome face that is enough to make people fascinated, so this scene is completely different, at best it is——

A handsome rich man flirting with his legal wife.

"Why are you in a daze?" Seeing her dumbfounded look, Fu Chenlie pinched her thigh.

Wen Ran snapped back to his senses, subconsciously moved to the side of the sofa, stretched out his hand and rubbed his sore leg: "It's nothing, I'll transfer money to Qin Zeyu now."

"Turn around."

"Ah."

When she opened the dialog box, she found out that Fu Chenlie had given her fifty thousand.

fifty thousand?

Wen Ran glanced at him: "You gave an extra [-]."

The latter spat out a few words in a serious manner: "Spiritual damage fee."

She looked surprised: "What?"