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

Chapter 826 Hold Her Gently
Sheng Mian sat in the car without saying a word, Qi Shen was driving in front, and Fu Yancheng was sitting beside her.

The legs of the two were next to each other, and he could even feel her warmth through the thin fabric.

The lights inside the car were dim, and the passing street lights outside cast bright and dark shadows on her face.

This interlacing of light and shadow is the easiest way to distract people.

It's been 10 minutes since getting in the car, and Sheng Mian's gaze has been fixed on the phone, as if he hadn't seen him at all.

Fu Yancheng felt angry at first, but then felt powerless.

He saw Sheng Mian's hand resting on his knee, as if he was thinking about what to do.

She probably felt irritated, so she leaned back and closed her eyes.

She held the mobile phone in her right hand, and put her left hand on her lap. Her brows were slightly frowned, her eyelids were closed, and she looked very quiet.

Fu Yancheng hesitated for a minute, then slowly stretched out his hand, and gently held the hand on her knee.

Sheng Mian's body froze visibly to the naked eye, and when he opened his eyes, his gaze directly hit his deep pupils.

She just felt her heart heat up, and she wanted to pull it back, but he held it tightly.

She smoked once, but he didn't let go.

She smoked it a second time, and this time Fu Yancheng went even further, interlocking her fingers directly, wrapping her hands tightly.

The temperature inside the carriage also climbed up, Sheng Mian felt hot, and a layer of sweat broke out on his forehead.

Probably because he was too irritated by the company's affairs, when he looked at him through this flickering light and shadow, he felt that he saw another person.

Surprise flashed across her heart, but then Fu Yancheng approached and leaned his head against her neck.

"Fu Yancheng, you"

"do not do that."

She pushed his head, but heard him say: "You obviously like it."

Now he began to take out his computer to work overtime in a serious manner, typing on the keyboard of the computer with his slender fingertips.

Sheng Mian tried not to look at him, but out of the corner of her eye, she could see a watch on his slender wrist, and the beautiful fingertips that were still tapping.

She felt so hot that she had to quietly open the window to let the outside wind blow in.

(End of this chapter)