lure her!Delicate and sweet wife is driven crazy by abstinent boss

She glanced displeased at the tall man beside her.

She doesn't like the Fu family very much.

Especially men.

Seeing the man from the Fu family, she thought of her third daughter who died tragically.

However, the little girl she was thinking of, Chu Li, married the sixth master of the Fu family.

Fu Xushang's reputation, she is also like thunder.

Although he is not a prodigal son like his father and brother.

But he was once the little king of the imperial capital!

A few years ago, he put on a suit to take charge of the company, but he was still a ruffian and unruly in his bones.

It is said that he can break the cheekbones of a person's face with a single punch.

Such a man will not be violent, right? !

Zhu Qiong looked Fu Xushang up and down, very suspicious.

She didn't want to pay attention to him at first, but Chu Li looked at her with teary eyes, so she had no choice but to say with a non-smiling smile: "Li Li and Liu Ye have a heart."

Thinking of this, Zhu Qiong took advantage of Fu Xushang's turning around to get the birthday gift from Xu Feng, and quickly pulled Chu Li away from his hand.

The old lady who is nearly seventy years old walks like flying and runs fast.

Fu Xushang: "..."

Butler Wen pushed down his glasses: "Boss Fu, just give me a birthday gift. You can go to the VIP area over there to rest for a while."

"My wife..."

"Mr. Fu, don't worry. The old lady likes Mrs. Fu very much and wants to introduce her to friends in the dance industry."

Perhaps it was the phrase "Mrs. Fu" that hit Fu Xushang's nerves.

He looked at the little wife who was going away, resisted the urge to follow, and walked to the VIP area step by step.

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Chu Li was dragged by Zhu Qiong and chatted with many dancers for a while.

The little girl was extremely excited after a while, and her little face was full of joy as she went from grandma to grandma.

Zhu Qiong couldn't mention how happy she was.

It's as if my granddaughter is right in front of my eyes.

Wen Yanqi was like a spinning top all night.

It was clearly my grandma's birthday, but the whole family watched Chu Li come, and handed over all the entertainment tasks to him.

From a distance, the little girl was chatting with the Wen family's young and old, smiling like a flower.

Sitting in the VIP area, Fu Xushang also watched this scene, feeling uncomfortable.

Why is his wife smiling so heartily at everyone?

Didn't you say that your husband is the closest?

Thinking of this, he put down his wine glass and walked over.

Shu Xihua handed the gift box that had been prepared to Chu Li's hand, and smiled: "Although it's the first time we meet, it's presumptuous, but my aunt has been watching your variety shows all the time!"

"I specially chose a gift for you, do you like it?"

Chu Li took the box flattered, looked at the dance suit that seemed to be tailor-made for her, couldn't help but smile and rolled her eyes, two small pear dimples loomed: "I like it, thank you Mrs. Wen."

She felt hot in her heart. When she first started practicing dance, it was difficult to buy suitable dance clothes because of her young age and small body.

Li Fanmeng would specially go to the distant neighboring town to order for her.

The set that Shu Xihua gave her seemed to have wasted a lot of thought and made it for her.

For a long time, she felt the illusion of being loved by her family.

Only then did Shu Xihua breathe a sigh of relief, "That's good."

Immediately afterwards, she twitched her eyebrows in feigned anger: "Still called Mrs. Wen?"

Wen Yuan also seconded: "Exactly! Still called Mr. Wen?"

Chu Li was startled, her face turned red, and she opened her lips in embarrassment: "Uncle Wen, Aunt Wen."

Shu Xihua then patted her hand and nodded, "Good boy~"

It's so cute, woo woo!

Shu Xihua winked at her husband.

Who wouldn't want such a well-behaved daughter.

Suddenly a condensed voice broke into the family conversation: "Honey, what are you talking about with Uncle Wen, Bobo, and Auntie Wen?"

Fu Xushang domineeringly squeezed beside Chu Li, with his big arms around her slender waist.

"..."

Do you think it is suitable?

Shu Xihua and Wen Yuan's lips twitched at the same time.

Fu Xushang is the son of Mr. Fu, and he is of the same generation as Wen Yuan.

But he didn't realize it at all, and he pinched her fleshy little face in front of Wen's family, and raised his black eyes: "My wife is more clingy to me, uncles and aunts don't mind if I'm here, right?"

Shu Xihua: "..."

Chu Li covered her face, a little shy, but habitually clinging to his arms.

Wen Yuan paused for a long time before opening his mouth: "Sixth Master, please..."

However, his joining made the family laugh for an instant.

Old Mrs. Wen and Shu Xihua, who conspired together, looked at each other.

A unanimous decision was made to ignore the dog man.

The old lady gasped and looked at Chu Li, and suddenly sighed: "If my granddaughter was still alive, she would be as slim as Li Li."

Chu Li was startled, and just about to speak, Wen Yanqi also came over.

"What are you talking about?"

Shu Xihua glanced at his own son, a little dissatisfied with his interruption: "I'm chatting with Lili Zhiwan..."

Wen Yanqi looked at Fu Xushang with an unpredictable expression, and then heard his grandmother speak slowly.

"Zhiwan was only five years old when she died. Such a young child was knocked down by a large truck at the entrance of the kindergarten."

Saying that, old lady Wen and Shu Xihua were really sad, and both had tears in their eyes.

Shu Xihua leaned against her husband and wiped all her tears on his collar.

"God has no eyes!"

"She was happily carrying a small schoolbag on her back from school, but she never expected that the one who greeted her was..."

"My Wanwan, there is only one photo left in this world..."

With that said, Mrs. Wen was sobbing.

Wen Yanqi pursed her lips, and interrupted hoarsely: "Grandma, today is your birthday party, don't talk about it..."

"Didn't Lili see you coming..."

Wen Yanqi's palms were hot, and she wished she could tell Mrs. Wen that her granddaughter was right in front of her eyes.

However, he knows that this matter needs to be digested slowly by the family.

It's better to wait until the banquet is over, find a reason to keep Chu Li, and talk slowly.

Zhu Qiong didn't expect her grandson to follow her words unintentionally, she wiped her tears with a handkerchief, "Yeah, I think Lili really likes it, just like my granddaughter."

Wen Yanqi: "..."

Chu Li's apricot eyes flashed, she held Mrs. Wen's hand with her soft little hand, and comforted in a warm voice: "Grandma Wen, don't be sad."

"I can understand your loss. My mother died when I was five years old."

"I don't even have a picture of my mother..."

After Li Fanmeng's death, a fire broke out inexplicably at home.

She came home from school only to learn that her mother's photos had been burned.

She cried for a long time, trying very hard to remember her mother's appearance in her heart.

She was afraid that when she woke up one day, her mother's appearance was blurred.

Speaking of Li Fanmeng, Chu Li choked up, her little nose was red, she looked very pitiful.

Fu Xushang's heart twitched, his eyes softened, and he kissed the corner of the girl's lips like no one else.

The big hand patted the girl's back lightly: "Lili, be good, don't cry, don't cry."

Fu Eight Hundred Minds and Preface Shang, spoke again and emphasized: "Sorry, my wife is more dependent on me."

Therefore, to recognize a granddaughter, one must also recognize him, the grandson-in-law!

Wen Yanqi, who was about to speak to comfort Chu Li, fell silent.

Even the Wens and his wife, who always gave dog food to others, were silent.

I want to hit someone!

Chu Li was emotional, but she didn't notice anything wrong.

She habitually rubbed Fu Xushang's chest, slowly raised her small hand, and pulled out the pendant blocked by the dress from her neckline.

Under the crystal chandelier, the red gemstone exudes a faint luster, obviously well protected.

Chu Li's soft voice was a bit hoarse: "This is the last relic left by my mother..."