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

Chapter 215 Stop Pretending

Fu Yancheng took a deep breath, his face was full of sharp edges and corners.

Liu Qiong realized that these two people were not easy to provoke, and followed behind almost tremblingly.

"Old man, Miss Sheng has a fever and has fallen asleep after taking medicine."

As soon as the words fell, Mr. Fu ordered her to open the door of Shengmian's room.

Liu Qiong could only open it, and then stood aside respectfully.

The old man glared at Fu Yancheng, "Don't you go in and take a look? Are you lying to me about the hard work you told me before?"

Fu Yancheng's eyebrows were twitching. I don't know who the old man suddenly received a call today, and he must follow Shan Xiao.

He stepped into the room where Sheng Mian was, but before he could say anything, the door behind him closed suddenly!

Fu Yancheng's face suddenly turned completely dark, and his eyes were as cold as ice.

The old man ordered Liu Qiong to lock it, but Liu Qiong did not dare to delay, and quickly locked it.

Through a door, Mr. Fu said to the inside: "Yancheng, you take good care of Mianmian inside. I see that the two of you sleep in separate rooms. You don't even stand out when Mianmian is bullied. Don't try to fool me in the future. This child Mianmian is too kind, and even smoothed things over for you. Hmph, you two will sleep in a room for me tonight!"

Inside, Fu Yancheng stood straight, looking at the closed door in front of him, his eyes were sharp as if they could cut people.

On the bed, Sheng Mian was also uncomfortable, and her nervous palms were covered with sweat.

She didn't expect Grandpa Fu to come up with such a trick, and directly locked Fu Yancheng into this room.

She quietly covered her head with the quilt, tight and airtight.

Fu Yancheng sneered, walked to the side and sat down on the single sofa, staring at the ball on the bed.

"Stop pretending."

There was a hint of disgust in his tone, and Senliang looked at the bed without blinking.

This woman must have pretended to be sick on purpose to lure grandpa over.

Now that he is here, what are you doing with your head covered?
Thinking of the admiration in her eyes, and the initiative to deliver it to her door in thin pajamas, she felt cheap.

Irritability!

Fu Yancheng unbuttoned the top button of his neck, revealing his sexy Adam's apple.

Probably this time he was really forced into a hurry, and there was a touch of red at the end of his eyes, like a poisonous demon flower.

Sheng Mian hid under the quilt, not daring to move at all, without reaching out to feel the atmosphere outside, she knew that the room must be colder than the refrigerator.

"Since I pretended to be sick and asked grandpa to bring me here, why are I hiding now? Wasn't it enough to take the initiative to send me to the hotel last time? My attitude is already obvious enough."

Fu Yancheng hated her, to the point where even talking to her felt uncomfortable.

Fortunately, he was going to You County soon, and he had to stay there for a month before coming back, so the old man would have no excuse to let him go back to Shanxiao.

He took a deep breath, knowing that the old man was determined to lock him here tonight, and he couldn't get out now, so he leaned back.

But the back injury is still not healed, and thinking that the injury is also due to this woman, the disgust becomes more obvious.

Outside the door, Liu Qiong was a little worried.

"Master, is this really good?"

Mr. Fu snorted coldly, holding his cane with both hands.

"What's wrong, Mianmian said they've already got married, she doesn't look like she's lying, I think Yancheng wants someone, and she's thinking about other women, this bastard."

Otherwise, he wouldn't have cheated. How could such a bastard come out of the Fu family.

"You watch here, no matter what he says tonight, don't let anyone come out, just say it's my order, and let him out tomorrow morning."

"But even so, the husband probably won't touch Miss Sheng."

"Hmph, I gave him something else to eat on the way here."

Liu Qiong froze, and remembered the Indian oil that the old man asked to put in Mr. Fu's bedside table last time.

It seems that the old man really wants to hug his great-grandson.

(End of this chapter)