Lovely wife, hard-to-support husband is too domineering

Chapter 722 Five-Year Promise (2)
After reacting, Fu Huanyan knew that she had been tricked.She puffed her cheeks and pulled his ears, her momentum was not weak, "Xiang Bei, you are too bad, you are necrotic!"

is it bad?Xiang Bei didn't talk back, isn't it true that men are not bad and women don't love them?
Originally wanted to get up early, but obviously failed to do so.It was near noon that Fu Huanyan barely got up from the bed.She rubbed her sore waist in the bathroom to freshen up.

Looking at the clear red mark on her fair neck, she secretly rejoiced that it was winter and she could wear more clothes to cover it up.

After getting dressed and coming out, a familiar smell wafted from the restaurant.Fu Huanyan ran over bouncingly, wrapped her arms around Xiang Bei's neck, and lay on his back, "What's the matter?"

"San Xian." Xiang Bei came out with two plates of dumplings, with her on his back.

Fu Huanyan lay on his back, went around his shoulders, picked up a dumpling and stuffed it into her mouth, the hissing sound continued.Xiang Bei turned his head and glanced at her, and said helplessly, "Eat slowly."

The dumplings were very delicious. Fu Huanyan didn't care to tease him, so she jumped off his back, opened the chair and sat down, "Vinegar, I want vinegar!"

Xiang Bei shrugged, reached out and picked up a dumpling and threw it into his mouth, "Isn't it sour enough?"

Knowing that he was still joking about what happened yesterday, Fu Huanyan lowered her face and said angrily: "Stop talking endlessly, I don't like men who are too stingy!"

Turning around and going to the kitchen to get vinegar, Xiang Bei pulled up a chair and sat beside her.He used chopsticks to split the dumplings from the middle, and put them in her bowl when they were almost cool.

Fu Huanyan stuffed them into her mouth one by one, and occasionally she would pick up vinegar-soaked dumplings and feed them to Xiang Bei when she thought of them.The warm sun outside the window is warm, but it can't compare to the love between the little mandarin ducks at the table.

With a full stomach, Fu Huanyan leaned comfortably on the sofa to bask in the sun.She squinted her eyes and almost fell asleep, and immediately jumped off the sofa when she thought of something, "My bag."

Fu Huanyan hurried back to the bedroom to put on her coat, her backpack was still with Song Dunen.It's not that there are valuables in the bag, but that there are some exhibition materials she needs.

Xiang Bei came out of the kitchen and loosened his rolled up cuffs.Fu Huanyan got dressed and ran out, and he was also fully dressed, holding the car keys and waiting for her.

"What are you going to do?" Fu Huanyan looked at his posture and asked warily.

"See you off." This time the man smiled gracefully.

His smile was bewildering, and Fu Huanyan was held in his arms half-believingly.She was still thinking about it in the car, but Xiang Bei kindly sent her there. If she refused, it would show that she had something to hide.

Driving to Song Dunen's studio, Fu Huanyan knocked on the door instead of using the key card.She didn't want Xiang Bei to be misunderstood, and was thinking about telling Song Dengen later that she would not be able to come here often to participate in activities in the future.

The person who opened the door was not Song Dengen, but he was also from the painting club, "Huanyan, you are here."

The man obviously knew that Fu Huanyan was coming, but he was a little surprised to see Xiang Bei's eyes.

"Where's Dunn?" Fu Huanyan smiled, and tiptoed to look inside.

"This is your bag." The person who opened the door handed a leather bag to Fu Huanyan, and replied, "Teacher Song has gone to the airport."

"Airport?" Fu Huanyan was stunned, something flashed in her eyes.

In the airport hall, Song Dunen was queuing up for the security check while holding the ticket.He lowered his head slightly, the huge travel bag on his back was very eye-catching, and many people around him cast their eyes on him.

"Dunn!"

Song Dengen turned his head unexpectedly, and he saw Fu Huanyan running over panting.

"Yan." Song Dengen smiled, but when he saw Xiang Bei behind her, his eyes darkened again.

"Are you leaving again?"

"Correct."

Song Dengen pursed his thin lips, and said in a deep voice: "Someone wants my painting, I need to go back and talk about it."

"That's it," Fu Huanyan raised her lips, and finally breathed a sigh of relief, "This is a good thing, I wish you success."

She stood in front of her, her eyes narrowed together when she laughed.Song Dengen's sexy Adam's apple twitched, remembering Fu Huanyan's expression every time he talked to him.At that time, she often said: Dunn, I want to go painting with you everywhere, if you want to leave, you must tell me.

Song Dunen never forgot these words for a day. In the past few years, when he dreamed back at midnight, he would always see her standing in the airport hall like this, grabbing the people passing by and asking: What do you see? Dunn yet?

After leaving sadly that year, Song Dunen had no choice.The third miss of the Fu family, how could she associate with someone like him who has no status or background.I still remember that when Fu Dongting came to see him, he didn't even blame him, but that look and words made him ashamed.

"Mr. Song, my daughter is not sensible. If she disturbs you, I hope you don't take it seriously." Such a polite sentence, but it forced Song Dengen back then to have no room to speak.

serious? !
That's right, at that time, Song Dengen had no right to be serious about Fu Huanyan!He has no decent house, no savings, no decent job, and nothing but his painting hands.

Unable to express the feeling in his heart, Song Dengen only felt that his throat was tight, and the look of disappointment hidden in the depths of his eyes seemed to be unable to hide, "Yan..."

Xiang Bei grabbed Fu Huanyan's hand, pulled her to his side, and at the same time reached out to the man opposite, "I was impulsive last time, I'm sorry."

Looking at Xiang Bei's gentle gaze, Fu Huanyan pursed her lips and smiled.Well, that's good.

Song Dengen was startled and had no choice but to stretch out his hand.

"Okay, okay." Fu Huanyan hurriedly fought in the middle, "We will be friends from now on."

Her mind was pure, and she didn't see the change in Song Dunen's eyes at all.But Xiang Bei could see it clearly, and he had consciously asked people to check it these days.It turned out that he wasn't surprised. After all, for a person like Fu Dongting, one sentence is enough to change a person's life.

The airport broadcast urged the security check. After Fu Huanyan thought of something, she took Song Dunen two steps forward and said, "Dunn, do you have something to say to me?"

Song Dengen's expression just now clearly has something to say.

Song Dengen raised his eyebrows, seeing Xiang Bei with his hands in his pockets not far away, his eyes sank, "Yan, your painting career has just started, don't give up easily, and have confidence in yourself."

"I know." Fu Huanyan was full of confidence, "I will not give up painting."

Hearing what she said, Song Dunen smiled, but that smile was full of sourness.

"Contact often." Fu Huanyan heard the radio again, and dared not delay his time any longer.She smiled and stretched out her hand, Song Dunen's heart shrank, and an indescribable sense of loss occupied his heart.

"I will." Song Dunen took out a USB flash drive from his pocket and gave it to her. "It contains all the information you need. I won't use it for the time being. Let's put it with you first."

(End of this chapter)