Mr. Fu's cuteness is super sweet

The corners of Fu Shiyu's mouth turned up coldly, looking at Han Zhou's eyes with a cold light, but his tone was quite calm, "Yes, very pleasantly surprised."

"In this case, let's get to know each other." Han Zhou reached out to Fu Shiyu, "My name is Han Zhou, what's your name?"

Fu Shiyu opened his lips, and slowly spit out three words: "Fu Shiyu."

In an instant, these three words were like three bombs, one after another were thrown on Han Zhou's head, and they exploded.

Han Zhou's whole body is not well.

He suspected that he had heard it wrong, and asked again uncertainly: "What did you say was your name?"

"What?" Fu Shiyu said coldly, "You spend your husband's money and live in your husband's house, but you don't even remember his name?"

Han Zhou: "!!"

What the hell!

Is it Fu Shiyu? !

It's really Fu Shiyu! !

"Heh...hehehe..." Han Zhou smiled awkwardly, wishing he could find a hole in the ground and get in.

It never occurred to her that after two years of marriage, she would meet her husband again on such an occasion, in such a situation.

Moreover, what's even more embarrassing is, did he brazenly say just now that he wanted to take care of Fu Shiyu?

Or use Fu Shiyu's money and Fu Shiyu's car to support himself?

Han Zhou hesitated for a second, turned his attitude 360 ​​degrees, looked at Fu Shiyu obediently, and said, "Honey, I was just joking with you."

"We haven't seen each other for such a long time, I'm afraid that you will recognize your life." Han Zhou explained solemnly.

In the end, Han Zhou was wrung out of the clubhouse by Fu Shiyu like a chicken.

Fu Shiyu didn't show any sympathy, nor was he polite to Han Zhou at all. He picked up Han Zhou's collar and threw him into the car.

After Fu Shiyu got into the car, Han Zhou said angrily, "Why are you so rude?"

Fu Shiyu glared at Han Zhou with sharp eyes, Han Zhou shrank his neck in fright, and fell silent for a moment, not daring to speak anymore.

Although he didn't dare to say anything, but the small expression on his face was not missing for a moment, he pouted and rolled his eyes, full of his complaints and accusations.

Fu Shiyu glanced at Han Zhou, and Han Zhou immediately stared back, "Why? Do you want domestic violence?"

Fu Shiyu said in a cold voice, and almost squeezed out three words between his teeth: "Seat belt."

Han Zhou looked down at the seat belt, and sure enough it wasn't buckled, he let out a muffled "Oh", and dutifully buckled it up.

It was already midnight, there were few vehicles in the first place, and the back to the villa area was in a relatively remote and quiet place, the road was wide and there were few vehicles, so Fu Shiyu drove to the maximum speed limit.

Han Zhou had a bad heart, and at the speed of the car, he felt as if he was about to fly out, and his heart was about to jump out of fright.

He grabbed the handle, closed his eyes tightly, and yelled loudly: "Slow down, slow down, you slow down."

"Ahhh, Fu Shiyu, help me..."

After returning to the villa, the car stopped, and Han Zhou's face was pale.

It took him a long time to recover.

He really thought he was going to die on that journey just now.

No, it should have died once.

Only now returned to the human world.

After he took a deep breath, he realized that Fu Shiyu had already got off the car.At this time, the co-pilot's door opened, and a cold and heartless voice came from outside, "Get out of the car."

Han Zhou pursed his lips and muttered in a low voice, "Get out of the car as soon as you get out of it, what's so fierce."