Hidden marriage wife, wild turn

Chapter 243 Si Cheng, You Are Amazing

Fu Sicheng smiled happily: "Are you hungry? I'll send someone to prepare dinner, and I'll be right back."

"I'm not very hungry yet, don't worry, you are busy."

Song Rao was lying on his side with her mobile phone and looked at him. Seeing that his side was very quiet, Song Rao asked, "Is this your office?"

"Ah."

"I want to see."

Fu Sicheng refused in his heart, he was afraid that Song Rao would think of something emotionally.But Song Rao spoke up, Fu Sicheng had no reason to refuse, so he could only turn the camera of his mobile phone to this luxurious, spacious and somewhat serious office, and show her the corners and corners.After looking around, Fu Sicheng took his mobile phone to the large floor-to-ceiling window that occupied the entire wall, and let her see the capital outside which was already lit with night lights.

"Si Cheng, you are really amazing." Song Rao was full of admiration and admiration for Fu Sicheng.It's just that with such a big office, one can imagine how busy he is at work.

Fu Sicheng: "Save this to me at night."

Song Rao was ashamed: "You are not serious."

Fu Sicheng smiled: "Okay, I'm going home."

"Well, be careful on the road."

Song Rao turned around on the bed with difficulty, and found that the bed sheet under her body had been changed again... She couldn't help covering her face.

Song Rao really didn't want to move. She lay on the bed for more than half an hour before getting up to wash up. After walking for a while, she felt exhausted and wanted to sit on the floor at any time. Song Rao couldn't help but lament Fu Sicheng's terrifying physical strength.

Around 07:30, Fu Sicheng came back.Not only did they bring back food, but they also brought four big things. A subordinate was carrying two big bags in both hands, which were heavy, and he didn't know what they were.

Two men in overalls came in carrying two heavier boxes.

Song Rao, who had a sore waist and weak legs, was nestling on the sofa in a comfortable posture with a pillow in her arms. Seeing so many people, she quickly sat up straight, and pulled the turned-up skirt of her nightgown to cover her legs.

Fu Sicheng walked in front, and as soon as he entered the house, he saw Song Rao wearing a nightdress and pulling the skirt to cover his legs. He immediately used his body to block the view of the people behind him, and walked over to cover Song Rao's bruised legs with his suit jacket .

"Who are they?" Song Rao asked in a low voice, grabbing the coat on his lap with one hand, and Fu Sicheng's arm with the other, stood up with his strength, and then put Fu Sicheng's coat on his body.

"I bought something and I asked them to deliver it."

Song Rao looked at the box that the master was unpacking: "Such a big piece? What is it? There is no shortage of electrical furniture at home."

Fu Sicheng: "Treadmill."

Song Rao: "..."

The master asked: "Sir, where should the treadmill be installed?"

Fu Sicheng: "The balcony."

Song Rao grabbed Fu Sicheng's clothes at the waist with one hand in embarrassment: "Don't pretend."

After amnesia, Song Rao's temperament is as soft as water, not to mention she can't get angry, even if she gets angry, she seems to be coquettish.

Fu Sicheng smiled and put the hands on his waist into his palms.

"I bought them all back, so it's not good for someone to take them home for nothing, right?" Fu Sicheng was so humane for the first time.

Song Rao: "..."

He then bent down slightly, and said above her head, "I've asked the property manager. The sound insulation of this house is absolutely good, so it won't make noise downstairs." He squeezed Song Rao's hand in his heart as he spoke.

Song Rao looked at the two installation masters and the two black-clothed bodyguards standing at the door, and said anxiously, "Stop talking."

Song Rao caught a glimpse of the two heavy bags placed by the wall: "What are those?"

Fu Sicheng: "Sheets."

Song Rao: "Bed sheets? All of them?" She looked at Fu Sicheng dumbfounded: "Why are you buying so many sheets?"

Fu Sicheng: "Well, not many, only fifteen beds, not enough to replace half a month."

Song Rao felt that the blood was flowing backwards all over her body. There were outsiders in the living room, and they were all men. Song Rao couldn't stay any longer.

"...you stay here by yourself, I'm going back to my room."

She drilled back into the room as if fleeing.

Fu Sicheng smiled like a fox stealing fish.

(End of this chapter)