Mr. Fu, please stop being abusive. Madam has already signed the divorce papers.

She leaned against the door panel and breathed a sigh of relief. When she opened her eyes, she saw Fu Zheng standing in the center of the room, his hair disheveled and naked. His well-defined abdominal muscles extended downwards and disappeared under the towel.

The bath towel around his lower body is pink, one of the warmer bath towels. His skin is already white, so the pink color does not go against it, but makes his skin even fairer.

After this year, Fu Zheng will be thirty years old.

His facial features are three-dimensional and his bones are excellent. Time has left no trace on his body and he still looks young and strong.

Wen Liang's ears felt hot and he quickly looked away, "What are you doing standing here? Why don't you go take a shower quickly?"

A smile flashed in Fu Zheng's eyes, "Okay, by the way, didn't you say she was asleep?"

"Can't you wake up halfway?" Wen Liang glared at him and asked why so many questions? !

"can."

Fu Zheng curled his lips and went to the bathroom.

Wen Liang breathed a sigh of relief and sat down by the bed.

Listening to the sound of gurgling water in the bathroom, she was confused and didn't know what to do. She picked up the script and flipped through two pages at random.

She has obviously decided not to be bewitched by Fu Zheng anymore or to be too close to him, but...

Wen Liang lay back on the bed, wailing silently.

She seemed to have been caught in a net named Fu Zheng and could not climb out.

She seemed to have encountered a ghost and kept spinning in circles.

Suddenly, Tang Shishi's voice sounded outside, "Ah Liang, the water is finished boiling, do you want to drink it?"

Wen Liang was about to say not to drink, but then he thought of something and changed his mind again, "Leave me a drink."

After Tang Shishi returned to her room, Wen Liang went out and went to the kitchen to get a glass of water.

After a while, Fu Zheng came out of the bathroom, his hair still dripping with water, and he still only had a bath towel all over his body.

The water droplets remaining on his body or dripping from his hair were crystal clear and slowly slid down his fair skin and strong muscles.

Wen Liang glanced up at him, then lowered his head again, pretending to read the script, "There is hot water there, drink it."

"it is good."

Fu Zheng nodded, walked over and picked up the water glass.

There was silence in the room, especially the sound of swallowing.

Wen Liang saw his Adam's apple rolling up and down, and a trace of water spilled from his mouth, across his neck, and flowed to his collarbone.

She looked away and put the script aside, "You call the secretary to bring you clothes...and ask him to bring some food when he comes."

Just pretend that Wen Liang ordered takeout, and if Tang Shishi asked about it, he would have an explanation.

Fu Zheng paused and put down the water glass, "My phone is wet and can't be turned on. Can you lend me your phone?"

Wen Liang opened the phone and handed it to him.

Fu Zheng stepped forward and took the phone.

The mature male body suddenly enlarged, Wen Liang looked away.

Fu Zheng dialed Assistant Yang's phone number.

A few seconds later, the call was connected, and Assistant Yang said, "Hello? Miss Wen?"

No one spoke on the other end of the phone.

Assistant Yang was confused and said, "Hello? Hello? Miss Wen? What's the matter?"

Still no one spoke on the other end of the phone.

About ten seconds later, a female voice came faintly from the other end of the phone, "No one answered?"

Assistant Yang: "?"

Didn't he answer it?

"Well, no one answered." The male voice was clearer, as if he was holding a mobile phone.

After saying that, his fingers faintly and quickly scratched the screen.

The call hangs up.

Assistant Yang listened to the beeping sound in the phone and stared at the screen of the phone.

He seemed to have heard Fu Dong’s voice?

Special Assistant Yang understood what was happening instantly and sent a message to the secretary group, "Miss Wen is calling you, don't answer the call!"

Next, Fu Zheng called two more secretaries, but no one answered.

He looked at Wen Liang in embarrassment, "Maybe they are in trouble now."

Just that coincidence?

Wen Liang took the phone and looked at the call history. It was true that the call was not connected - the call with Special Assistant Yang had long been deleted by Fu Zheng by entering the number of another secretary.

Wen Liang thought the first call he made was to another secretary and asked, "Didn't you call Special Assistant Yang?"

"I don't know if he has finished his work today. Let me give him a try." Fu Zheng said.

He dialed Special Assistant Yang's phone number.

After dozens of seconds, no one answered and the call was automatically hung up.

Fu Zheng showed Wen Liang a glance at the interface.

"Ok."

She frowned and said, "You sit down first. I want to read the script. Don't disturb me. I'll try to call you later."

"Read the script?" Fu Zheng raised his eyebrows and his eyes fell on the script in her hand, "You want to film?"

"Ah."

"What script?"

"As for the last one, it turned out to be Chu Siyi's role. She couldn't take the role. She couldn't find a suitable one for a while, so the director asked me to come."

Hearing this, Fu Zheng's face darkened slightly.

If he remembered correctly, this character was a seductress and vixen, and her clothes were relatively revealing compared to those from a wealthy family.

"If you want to film, I can choose some good roles for you."

"No," Wen Liang refused directly, "I'm just helping the director fill a gap, and the role of Su Miao is also quite good."

Although he is a villain, he is not a brainless villain.

Fu Zheng lowered his eyes.

After the divorce, she took up photography and filming, which seemed to be much richer than before.

He had never seen her have any hobbies before. After get off work, if there was nothing else to do, she would go home directly.

Fu Zheng sat down by the bed and said no more.

Quiet in the room.

Wen Liang put down the script, took her pajamas and went to the bathroom to take a shower.

After blow-drying his hair, Fu Zheng was still sitting by the bed, reading her script.

"Have you contacted them again?"

"I contacted you, but no one answered."

Fu Zheng raised his eyes, his eyes darkened, and his Adam's apple rolled up and down.

She had just taken a shower, her eyes were moist, and her fair skin was pink.

This is too coincidental.

Wen Liang glanced at Fu Zheng suspiciously, "Give me your phone."

Fu Zheng raised his eyebrows and took out his mobile phone from the coat in the dirty clothes basket and handed it to Wen Liang.

Press and hold Wenliang to turn on the phone, but the phone does not respond.

It seems to be really bad.

Is it a coincidence?

"What should we do?" Wen Liang frowned and put his phone on the table casually.

"If you don't mind, can I go to the guest room to spend the night?"

"No." Wen Liang flatly refused.

It would be terrible if Tang Shishi discovered it.

She could imagine Tang Shishi's eyes hating the iron.

"Then..." Fu Zheng hesitated.

There was only one option left, and that was to sleep with her.

And it is the sleep of Chiguoguo.

Wen Liang rubbed his forehead irritably, took out a quilt from the cabinet, and laid two quilts on both sides of the bed.

"You sleep on the new quilt." She placed a pillow upright between the two of them. "You can't cross the line!"

"it is good."

Fu Zheng agreed.

Wen Liang sat on the bed and watched some acting videos for a while, then turned off the lights and went to sleep.

The last time she and Fu Zheng slept together was... two days ago...

Thinking of something, Wen Liang's face turned slightly red in the darkness.

In the room, the only sound of silence was the breathing of the two people.

After an unknown amount of time, Fu Zheng next to him turned over.

He suddenly leaned against Wen Liang's ear, his hot breath spraying on her ear, "Are you asleep?"

The voice is hoarse, deep, and magnetic.

Wen Liang didn't answer.

Fu Zheng didn't say anything again.

Then, Wen Liang heard a rustling sound that didn't go away.

After understanding what Fu Zheng was doing, Wen Liang's face turned red and he didn't dare to move.

Early the next morning, Wen Liang stared at Fu Zheng with dark circles under his eyes.

Fu Zheng's expression remained unchanged, "What's wrong?"

"It's okay." Wen Liang gritted his teeth.