The new contract wife was pregnant and fled

The woman sat motionless in the chair.

Fu Chenlie walked in with long legs, and Ling Lie's eyes swept over Wen Qi, and finally fell on Wen Ran: "Who is he?"

She met his gaze, "It's Brother Mo Bei that I've been looking for."

"So, you have turned a blind eye to me for the past six months, and you insisted on a divorce because of him?"

"Yes."

When Fu Chenlie heard this, his temples throbbed with anger.

Without saying a word, he dragged Wen Ran up from the chair and dragged her to leave the box.

However, within a few steps, the man felt that there was a force against him, and Wen Ran couldn't move anymore.

Fu Chenlie turned his head and saw "Gu Mobei" holding Wen Ran's other hand.

His eyes suddenly turned cold: "Let her go."

"You let go."

"He is my wife, what position do you use to tell me this?"

"Gu Mobei" looked firm and cold: "Do you need me to remind Mr. Fu? You are going to divorce soon."

The man snorted coldly and let go of Wen Ran's hand.

In the next second, his cold and dark eyes fell on her: "If you still want to divorce, just obediently follow me."

She pursed her lips, pulled out the wrist that was held by Wen Qi, looked at him and said, "I'll go back with him first, don't worry, he won't do anything to me."

Having said all of this, Wen Ran deliberately said: "Our days will last forever."

After saying that, she passed Fu Chenlie and left the box before him.

Her legs have not fully recovered, and her steps are a little slow.

The man chased after him in a few steps, and picked him up horizontally.

Wen Ran was startled, and realized that Fu Chenlie had picked her up, frowned, and glanced at her belly.

She was originally on the thin side, and during this period of time, in order not to change her body too much, she tried her best to control her diet, so now her body is as slender as before except for her belly fatter.

Coupled with the fact that the clothes were wider and wider, he didn't find anything unusual.

But there was physical contact, and she couldn't help being a little scared.

Her weight has increased by nearly twenty catties, and there should be a big difference between holding her and before.

Fu Chenlie carried her out of the restaurant with a cold face, put her on the co-pilot, and when he lowered his head to pull on the seat belt, his thick eyes stared at her cold eyes: "How am I not as good as him?"

This question made her feel sour.

Wen Ran looked away.

He pinched her chin, forced her to look at him, and said for the second time, "Let me ask you, how am I inferior to him?"

She frowned, trying to remove his hand.

But the man's big palm tightened even more.

The difference is that he no longer opened his mouth to ask questions, but suddenly lowered his head and blocked her lips, crushing and tasting her lips recklessly, as if trying to make her feel his own existence in this way, or to deepen the relationship between the two of them. Let her know that she is still his wife.

Wen Ran hasn't kissed him for a long time.

Now that her lips were about to stick together, all the familiar masculine scents came over her, making her feel at a loss as to what to do.

She reached out to push him, but the man grabbed her wrist and pressed it against the back of the chair.

Fu Chenlie even pervertedly forced her to intertwine with him, holding her hand tightly, not giving her a chance to escape the struggle.

Wen Ran frowned, struggled with her wrists, and turned her face to avoid his kiss, but he tightened his hand on his chin, controlling her with an extremely domineering posture...