Ex-wife strategy: Mr. Fu wants to spoil me

Chapter 145 I think she has a conspiracy

Sheng Mian's ankle healed quickly, but Fu Yancheng's palm was directly pierced, and it will not heal within a few days.

Because the right hand was injured, the old bandage had to be cut off when changing the dressing. Fu Yancheng used scissors several times and only made a small cut.

When we were at the bar tonight, Fu Yancheng hardly showed his hand, even Wen Sihe didn't know that he was injured.

Sheng Mian paused for a moment, then walked over and took the scissors from his hand.

Fu Yancheng was stunned, looked up at her for a moment, and then looked away.

Sheng Mian didn't look at him, but focused on the wound.

After cutting the bandage, she removed the old bandage one by one.

After the bandage was removed, the wound inside was exposed.

It had been stitched before, and the wound healed well, so she was relieved.

Carefully apply the ointment and wrap a new bandage.

After finishing all this, she raised her head, and just about to speak, she heard a voice from the door.

"you."

Sheng Mian frowned, turned around and found Wen Sihe standing at the door.

Wen Sihe's face was full of horror, and he even took a step back, wanting to see if he had gone to the wrong room.

When Sheng Mian first came in, she didn't close the door, because she felt that she would go out soon.

At this moment, she finally felt embarrassed and got up quickly.

"It's done, Mr. Fu, then I'll go first."

Fu Yancheng didn't speak, but Wen Sihe winked at the side, as if he had discovered some terrible secret.

Sheng Mian knew that this person had misunderstood, but even if she didn't explain, Fu Yancheng would definitely explain later.

So she just nodded to Wen Sihe politely, then took the heat preservation box and left.

As soon as the door was closed, Wen Sihe quickly approached.

"Tsk tsk, if I hadn't come here tonight, you wouldn't have been able to hit this scene. When you were kissed in the private room, you still pretended to be uncomfortable, and you would have had sex with him long ago."

Wen Sihe is the screenwriter, and the screenwriter's thinking is very bold, so he began to criticize Fu Yancheng.

"I said that the girl likes you, but you don't believe it. This lonely man and widow, he came here to wrap bandages on you? Could it be because of her that you hurt your hand? Yancheng, you can do it. This is finally getting rid of the Xiao family and planning to find your second spring?"

Fu Yancheng frowned, feeling that he was talking too much.

"Noisy."

Wen Sihe chuckled, walked to the side and sat down.

"So what do you think? Just let her get so close to you? I think she has a plan, otherwise, why would she come to take your order? This is a long-standing crush?"

"I didn't know her before."

"But it doesn't prevent people from getting to know you. Maybe they will remember you after a glimpse at a certain party."

Wen Sihe's mouth was so eloquent that for a moment, Fu Yancheng actually believed what he said was the truth.

But thinking of Sheng Mian being married, he still didn't continue to answer the question, but changed the subject instead.

"What are you here for?"

Wen Sihe leaned back, with exquisite eyebrows and eyes, and put the documents in his hand on the car.

"What else can you do, you left the file behind."

After speaking, he got up to leave, thought of something, and smiled again.

"You slept with this designer all night. If she really got married, her husband didn't come to make trouble? This is the first time you have sex, you should be quite strong, right?"

"roll."

Seeing him like this, Wen Sihe knew that he must have lost his temper that night. After all, Sheng Mian's husband didn't make a fuss?

So is she really married?

This is also the point of Fu Yancheng's doubts, but everything after that shows that Sheng Mian is indeed married, but that husband doesn't care about her.

He didn't care about other people's marital status, and was about to continue working overtime when he turned on the computer, but he heard a noise coming from the corridor.

(End of this chapter)