Addicted to Love, Mr. Fu’s Newly Married Wife

After a moment of silence, Xu Xiaoxiao slowly raised her head and looked at Fu Yanchen tenderly. She opened her red lips and said in a voice as gentle as a yellow oriole singing out of a valley:

"Fu Yanchen, if you really want to smoke, then go ahead and smoke. Don't keep it in your heart, it will make you feel uncomfortable."

After saying this, she bit her lips lightly, seeming a little embarrassed.

At this time, Nan Yifeng, who was standing by, couldn't hold back any longer when he saw this scene. He was stunned for a moment, and then burst into laughter.

He laughed so hard that his body almost bent into a bow, his hands kept slapping his thighs, and his mouth kept making exaggerated laughter:

"Hahaha, Fu Yanchen, you actually have come to this day! Where are you, the arrogant, insolent you on weekdays? How come you have become like a docile little lamb, completely obeying your wife's orders! Hahaha, this scene is so funny! I never dreamed that I would see you like this!"

Nan Yifeng's laughter seemed to be contagious, even Nan Weiwei who was standing next to him was moved by him.

Nan Weiwei held her stomach and laughed so hard that tears were about to flow out. She laughed and said intermittently: "Nan Yifeng, please stop talking. My stomach will hurt so much if you keep going like this! But, they are so loving, I am so envious!"

For a moment, the food stalls were filled with cheerful laughter and a warm atmosphere.

Although there was a hint of teasing in Nan Yifeng and Nan Weiwei's laughter, it was more of a sincere admiration and deep blessings for the deep feelings between them.

Listening to Nan Yifeng's laughter, Fu Yanchen couldn't help but raise the corners of his mouth slightly, and a hint of helplessness and pampering flashed in his eyes.

He looked at Xu Xiaoxiao, his eyes full of tenderness and gratitude.

He knew that at this moment, he was not only allowed to smoke, but also allowed to show his true and soft side in front of his friends.

This understanding and tolerance made him feel extremely warm and happy.

"Okay, Nan Yifeng, stop teasing me."

Fu Yanchen pretended to be serious but couldn't hide the smile on his face.

"Xiaoxiao is doing this for my own good, I know. But since she has spoken, I will make an exception today. But I have to find a suitable place so that you won't be exposed to secondhand smoke."

The smile on Nan Yifeng's face became more and more arrogant, as if he wanted to show off his recklessness and unruliness. He smacked his lips, making a series of "tsk tsk" sounds, and said jokingly:

"Oh my, look at you, you are just a henpecked husband, and yet you have to find so many high-sounding excuses to cover it up. Haha, don't worry, brother, I will never laugh at you!"

However, although he spoke in a light-hearted and playful manner, there was actually a hint of teasing in his words.

But at the same time, it is not difficult to detect a hint of envy towards the sweet interaction between Fu Yanchen and Xu Xiaoxiao.

After all, who wouldn’t want to have such a warm and beautiful relationship? Even if you are just a bystander, you will be yearning for it.

After hearing this, Xu Xiaoxiao suddenly turned her head and glared at Nan Yifeng fiercely. Her eyes were like two sharp arrows piercing straight at him.

I saw that her beautiful eyebrows were tightly furrowed together, forming a small "川" character, as if expressing her inner unhappiness and irritability.

It was obvious that she had gradually developed a sense of boredom with the people around her who always made fun of the relationship between her and Fu Yanchen.

Every time she heard those joking words, her brows would involuntarily frown slightly and her face would become gloomy.

However, if someone could pay close attention to the changes in her eyes, it would not be difficult to detect that the complex emotions hidden in them were far more than just simple anger.

As her eyes moved, the flickering light seemed like a bottomless lake, calm on the surface, but undercurrents surging deep inside.

Especially in the weak and elusive light, there seemed to be a faint tangle and contradiction hidden. This feeling was like a tangled mess tightly wrapped around her heart, making her not know how to sort out the clues and break free.

On the one hand, out of instinct and to protect her own and Fu Yanchen's dignity, she was extremely eager to stand up and loudly rebuke those who spoke without restraint, and to use a tough attitude to stop this kind of boring teasing from continuing.

After all, no one wants to see the feelings they cherish being treated so lightly by others.

But on the other hand? In a corner of her heart, there was a strange feeling that she herself was not aware of.

Whenever someone mentioned her relationship with Fu Yanchen, even though she said words of disgust and hatred, in the deepest part of her heart, she did not really feel that strong and pure feeling of disgust.

On the contrary, sometimes there is even a vague expectation or curiosity rippling in my heart...

These conflicting thoughts intertwined in her mind, causing her to fall into deep confusion for a moment, not knowing how to deal with the situation.

So she subconsciously took a deep breath, trying to calm the surging waves of emotions in her heart in this way.

Despite this, she knew clearly that Nan Yifeng and others did this without any malicious intent.

On the contrary, this is just a unique way to express recognition of their feelings and sincere blessings.

Suddenly, Nan Yifeng's cell phone, which had been quietly placed on the table, began to vibrate violently. At the same time, a rapid and loud ringtone suddenly rang out, breaking the brief tranquility.

The sudden sound caused Nan Weiwei, who was sitting next to her, to react almost like a conditioned reflex. Her body suddenly tensed up and her nerves immediately became highly tense.

Her originally gentle eyes suddenly became extremely sharp, like two rays of cold light shooting out, staring closely at the vibrating cell phone.

At the same time, her tone unconsciously carried a hint of subtle vigilance, and she asked anxiously, "Who's calling?"

She muttered to herself, frowning as she mentally speculated on the caller's identity and purpose.

At this moment, the urgent ringing of the phone seemed to have become a puzzle, instantly igniting his curiosity.

Obviously, Nan Weiwei was particularly sensitive and concerned about Nan Yifeng's call.

It seemed that if the visitor was not careful, he would become the person who should not appear at this time and place and ruin their rare gathering.

Faced with Nan Weiwei's strong reaction, Nan Yifeng couldn't help but feel helpless. After that incident, Nan Weiwei began to be a little...suspicious. No, he had to take her for a thorough check-up when he returned to the capital in a few days.

He first looked at Nan Weiwei deeply, then slowly reached out and carefully took out the cell phone that was constantly vibrating and ringing from his pocket.

When his eyes fell on the name displayed on the phone screen, he felt a little relieved.

Then, he turned around, handed the phone to Nan Weiwei, and patiently explained to her:

"Don't be so nervous, it's just Lu Feng. He is the younger brother of my colleague who was on a mission overseas before. Now, he has returned to China. As a friend of his brother, I have to take care of him, right?"

His tone was unusually calm and frank, as if any reaction from Nan Weiwei could not cause any ripples in his heart.

Facing Nan Weiwei, he was like a steady mountain, unmoved.

"Lu Feng?"

Nan Weiwei subconsciously repeated the name in a low voice, her voice as soft as the breeze blowing across the lake.

At the same time, her brows were slightly furrowed, as if she was trying to dig out information covered by dust deep in her memory.

Thoughts in her mind surged like the tide, and she tried to connect the name with a familiar face, but it always felt unclear.

Could this really be the Lu Feng she knew? Or was it just a coincidence?

Countless questions kept emerging in her mind, like a tangled mess, making her feel extremely confused.

Seeing Nan Weiwei's face full of suspicion, Nan Yifeng couldn't help but sigh softly, then stretched out his right hand and pinched his eyebrows.

A helpless smile appeared on the corner of his mouth, and he said softly: "What? Don't you believe what I said? Do you think the other party is a woman? In this case, I will just turn on the hands-free mode. In this way, you don't have to worry about me hiding something from you."

At this moment, he stretched out his finger without hesitation and pressed the loudspeaker button hard, as if this simple action carried a tremendous force.

As the button was pressed, the air around seemed to freeze, and time became exceptionally slow at this moment.

Nan Weiwei, who was standing nearby, saw his actions and wanted to speak up to stop him, but she swallowed the words back. At this moment, she could only choose to remain silent, staring at the screen of her mobile phone quietly, with mixed feelings in her heart.

Her eyes were fixed on the small screen, her hands unconsciously clenched the corners of her clothes, and her palms even began to sweat slightly.

Every second of waiting seemed like a long year to her, and all kinds of speculations and imaginations kept flashing through her mind.

Deep in her heart, she had a vague expectation that the person on the other end of the phone was really the person she knew well; at the same time, she couldn't help feeling a little uneasy, afraid that the voice she heard was not from the person in her memory, but from a completely unfamiliar person.

Finally, after what seemed like endless torment, a crisp ringtone came from the other end of the phone. Then, a deep and magnetic greeting came through the loudspeaker: "Hello? Nan Yifeng?"

This familiar voice was like a flash of lightning that pierced the night sky, instantly striking Nan Weiwei's heartstrings. Although it was only a few words, the unique temperament contained in it was so distinct that it could not be ignored.

For a moment, Nan Weiwei was completely stunned. She opened her eyes wide and opened her lips slightly. She wanted to respond but found that her throat seemed to be blocked by something and she couldn't make any sound.

"Senior?"