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

Chapter 426 Why are you angry at me?

Sheng Mian was stunned, not understanding what kind of medicine was sold in Fu Yancheng's gourd.

She went back to the rose garden to bring her favorite painting tools, and entered the hotel with ease.

When I arrived here, there was a painting on a shelf in front of the floor-to-ceiling windows.

Sheng Mian knew at a glance that it was painted by her master.

"Mr. Fu?"

She heard the sound of water coming from the bathroom, and after a while, Fu Yancheng opened the door and came out, wiping the water off her hair.

"Sihe gave me a painting. I heard that Zhang Rong ran away halfway through the painting. Can you finish it?"

Sheng Mian glanced at it, this is a landscape painting, as long as you imitate the elegant technique of the master.

She nodded, raised her eyes, her eyes were quiet.

"How much money is Mr. Fu going to give?"

Between words, without any emotion.

It seems that as long as Fu Yancheng doesn't give money, she can leave here immediately.

Fu Yancheng looked at her, threw away the towel in his hand, and approached her.

"Do you know how many times you want to ask for this opportunity, but you can't ask for it?"

As long as he releases this painting, a lot of painters who want to show their favor in front of him will immediately apply for the job.

It can even be a master who has long been famous in the industry.

Let Fu Yancheng owe a favor, which cannot be measured by money.

Sheng Mian walked out straight away, "Mr. Fu, I suddenly remembered that I have something to do tonight."

Seeing that she didn't hesitate at all, Fu Yancheng's expression turned cold, he grabbed her and sat on the sofa, letting her sit in his arms.

"Are you in a bad mood tonight?"

he asked, wrapping his arms around her waist tightly.

Sheng Mian sneered inwardly, she was really in a bad mood, thinking of what he did, she wanted to slap him in the face.

But rationality tells me that if you are more serious, you will lose.

And because of this, it is unreasonable to get angry with Fu Yancheng.

In his mind, that wife was an eyesore like rubbish on the side of the road.

Fu Yancheng hugged her, lowered his head and sniffed her neck, saw the bruises on her wrists with sharp eyes, his whole body froze, and his tone suddenly became cold.

"What happened to the hand?"

He took her hand, and there were still bright fingerprints on it, bruised and purple.

The hands of a painter are more precious than anything else.

Sheng Mian's hand really hurt, Sheng Zhong was already in a state of ambiguity at that time, only relying on his subconscious to hold her tightly.

The explosive energy of a man's subconscious is huge.

Fu Yancheng squeezed lightly, seeing that she only frowned, knowing that no bone was hurt.

It was obviously strangled by someone.

Thinking of a certain possibility, the breath on his body became cold.

"Your husband beat you?"

Sheng Mian wanted to take back her hand, but Fu Yancheng clenched it tightly. He was worried that it would hurt her, so he grabbed her arm.

"No."

"Who did you fight with?"

It's okay if he doesn't ask, Sheng Mian thinks there's nothing wrong with it.

But he kept asking, which made people very angry.

"No, don't ask."

She wanted to get up, but Fu Yancheng held her waist tightly, with a slightly aggrieved tone.

"What's the matter, why did you suddenly get angry?"

He let go, a little puzzled.

He found the medicine box from the cabinet, took out a tube of ointment, grabbed her hand, and applied it to her.

Sheng Mian didn't appreciate it, but got up and grabbed her painting tools tightly.

"Mr. Fu, I can go back and apply the medicine myself. If you don't need me to paint, then I'll go first."

Fu Yancheng had already applied the ointment to his fingertips, but there was nothing left.

He was originally sitting on the sofa, but now that she was standing, he looked up at her.

"What happened to Yujingyuan?"

"No."

"Has someone like Ma Guang bullying you again?"

"No."

Every time she asked a question, her face became darker, a little impatient, and her anger became more intense.

She took a deep breath, suppressed the boiling emotions in her chest, and walked directly to the door.

Fu Yancheng had already wiped off the ointment on his fingertips with a tissue, and seeing her move, he quickly chased after her.

"open!"

Her tone became cold.

It was the first time she spoke to Fu Yancheng in this tone.

Fu Yancheng froze for a moment, and then closed the door she opened.

Turn around, pinch her chin, and let her look up at herself.

"Why are you angry at me?"

(End of this chapter)