Quit pampering

Chapter 181 I still like Mrs. Fu
His voice was choked up and tears were pouring down his eyes.

Fu Yanlou didn't know the reason for her tears, but he felt that a fire penetrated into his heart, burning his heart fiercely.

He took a breath, "Yingying, what happened?"

Wen Ying covered her eyes, "Fu Yanlou, are you a fool?"

Fu Yanlou pressed her into his arms, "Well, I'm a fool."

Wen Ying burst into tears and smiled, "Do you know what I'm talking about?"

Fu Yanlou's eyes were not calm, "What Yingying says is whatever it is."

I just hope she doesn't cry.

Wen Ying picked up the envelopes and said, "I have read all the letters you wrote to me."

Tell the truth.

Wen Ying has never seen anyone as stupid as him.

He is obviously such a high-minded person, but he will do these romantic and inconsistent behaviors.

Who would have thought that the flower of the high mountain would be willing to step down from the altar and raise a human red rose.

I want to ask her where she fell in love with Fu Yanlou?
Probably because she is obsessed with him who loves her and protects her like this.

Wen Ying leaned on Fu Yanlou's shoulder and murmured, "Fool."

Fu Yanlou pulled her forward, looked at her red eyes, brushed the ends of his eyes with his fingertips, and sighed helplessly, "What's the point of crying?"

Wen Ying turned her head awkwardly, "I'm touched, but also sad."

Fu Yanlou's eyebrows were even more helpless.

He could understand Wen Ying's thoughts in his heart, it was just that he felt that he owed him, but the word "emotion" was originally difficult to explain clearly.

Fu Yanlou put his forehead against hers and touched her lips, "Are you sure you've finished reading?"

"Ah?" Wen Ying was slightly stunned, "Did you hide something else somewhere else?"

Fu Yanlou picked up one of the envelopes and turned it to the back.

Only then did Wen Ying realize that there was a line of words written by him on the back -

Ten years, I got what I wanted

She understands that by marrying her, he will get what he wants.

Wen Ying's eyes started to get sore again, "I used to think that the process of everything was very important, even more important than the ending, but now I think, why is the process important? The ending is the most important, even if I miss it, it goes round and round. It’s all you who turns around, that’s enough.”

Fu Yanlou gently kissed away the tears on Wen Ying's face and coaxed, "Stop crying, eh? Do you want my life?"

Wen Ying said, "How can I give it up?"

Fu Yanlou took Wen Ying's hand and put it to his mouth and kissed it, "Yingying's tears are the most precious, don't shed them easily."

These words were not coaxing at all, but they made Wen Ying chuckle and said, "Then I can't control my tears."

Quite confident.

Fu Yanlou laughed, pressed her tightly into his arms, and said in a hoarse voice, "Are you going back to your room to rest?"

His computer was still on, and Wen Ying asked, "Are you done with your work?"

"almost."

Wen Ying understood him and said, "Then I'll wait until you finish."

Fu Yanlou smiled slowly, "Work is not as important as our Yingying."

After carrying Wen Ying back to the bedroom, Fu Yanlou put Wen Ying on the bed and pulled the thin quilt over her.

Wen Ying looked at him for a moment, "Why don't you come up?"

Fu Yanlou lifted the thin quilt and lay beside her.

Wen Ying snuggled into his arms and hugged his waist, "Fu Yanlou, I will go to the company with you tomorrow."

Fu Yanlou touched her head and said, "Okay."

After Wen Ying fell asleep, Fu Yanlou quietly got off the bed and returned to the study to finish the remaining work before returning to the bedroom.

The early morning sunlight shines in through the window and just onto the bed.

In this clear light, Wen Ying opened his eyes and woke up, and the seat next to him was already empty.

Wen Ying couldn't find Fu Yanlou's person outside the bedroom.

"Fu Yanlou?"

"I'm in the kitchen." Wen Ying walked towards the kitchen. She stopped behind Fu Yanlou, "When did you get up?"

Fu Yanlou was cooking breakfast slowly, and the aroma of breakfast spread out, "I'm ten minutes ahead of you, why don't you sleep a little longer?"

"I don't want to sleep anymore."

Wen Ying poked her head out from behind him, "What are you making for breakfast?"

"Sandwich, potato salad, pumpkin soup, I'll warm you a glass of milk, drink first."

"Oh."

Wen Ying obediently picked up the milk and drank it. She tiptoed and kissed the side of his face. She was secretly happy to see a circle of milk stains on his face.

Fu Yanlou glanced at her with a smile in his eyes, clearly understanding her naughtiness.

Wen Ying hooked her hand at him, and Fu Yanlou bent down to cooperate with her.

The kitchen is open and bright. The man in front of him has broad shoulders and narrow waist. The simple and comfortable home clothes still look elegant on him. Wen Ying hugs his waist from behind and just calls his name, "Fu Yanlou."

Fu Yanlou lowered his head and saw a pair of white and tender hands, "Have you washed yourself?"

Wen Ying shook his head and said with a smile, "Not yet."

Fu Yanlou laughed, "Would you like to wash up first or have breakfast first?"

Wen Ying didn't respond or make any move.

Fu Yanlou put the breakfast on the plate, washed his hands, took away Wen Ying's hand, turned around and hugged her waist, "Go and wash up first, we Yingying loves to be clean."

"Okay."

Only then did Fu Yanlou notice that she was not wearing shoes.

He frowned suddenly, "Why aren't you wearing any shoes?"

Wen Ying shrank her toes. The glass cat-eye nail polish made her feet look tender and tender. "I didn't think too much about it, and the ground isn't cold either."

"Wear shoes, too."

Fu Yanlou picked up Wen Ying and put her shoes on before carrying her into the bathroom.

After washing, Wen Ying picked out the clothes to wear today.

When choosing, I also asked Fu Yanlou for his opinion.

Fu Yanlou was very patient and said every time it looked good and suitable.

Come on, he didn't have an accurate answer, so Wen Ying randomly picked up a skirt and wore it.

After having breakfast together, Wen Ying followed Fu Yanlou to the company.

This is Wen Ying’s first time stepping into the FW Group headquarters.

The wedding of the century declined all media, but some reports inevitably leaked out.

In addition, there are new changes in the group, and announcements have been made both inside and outside the company.

Who doesn't know that Mr. Fu loves his wife so much that he gave her half of the group's shares as a gift, and Mrs. Fu became one of the company's largest shareholders.

Mrs. Fu is an honorific title, and "Little Wen Dong" is a professional title.

Wen Ying occupies his position and does nothing but collects dividends. Wen Ying remains straight in front of his subordinates. As soon as he returns to the CEO's office, he immediately shows up and hugs Fu Yanlou's arm tightly. "Fu Yanlou, did you hear that they called me?" Little Mr. Wen!”

Fu Yanlou raised the corner of his mouth slightly, "You are Mr. Wen."

Wen Ying covered one side of her face, inexplicably ashamed, "Don't call me that, don't call me that."

Fu Yanlou laughed lightly, "What should I call it?"

Wen Ying's eyes were full of light, "I still like Mrs. Fu."

Fu Yanlou's wife.

When Fu Yanlou was busy at work, Wen Ying was watching dramas in the reception area. He went to the conference room for a meeting, and Wen Ying went to the lounge to lie down and continue watching dramas.

Near noon, Fu Yanlou was about to take Wen Ying to dinner when Zhou Yuetian opened the door and walked in.

"Inkstone."

Fu Yanlou raised his eyes, "Why are you here?"

There is a faint smell of perfume in the air. The female secretary of the company does not dare to break the rules, so where does the smell of perfume come from?

Zhou Yuetian smelled an unusual smell, "You're asking, I can't come over?"

(End of this chapter)