Mr. Fu treats her like life

Chapter 263 When An Nuan returned home, she had only one identity, and that was Fu Xiheng's wife

An Nuan came out of the bathroom after taking a shower, but there was no sign of Fu Xiheng in the room.

The bright moonlight jumped over the window sill, and brushed on Annuan's smooth and white skin like milk, her cheeks were flushed with warmth after bathing.

In the empty room, the warm yellow bedside lamp was on alone.

An Nuan felt a little lonely in her heart.

After simply wiping her hair a few times, she put on a champagne satin embroidered nightgown and walked out of the bedroom.

There was no sign of a man in the study either.

An Nuan's bright eyes flashed, and she found Fu Xiheng's cell phone left on the desk.

If he wasn't in the study or the gym, where would he be?

An Nuan stood at the stairs, holding on to the railing with a pair of small hands thoughtfully.

Recalling the way he looked at that photo in the study before...

An Nuan's black and white eyes widened instantly, and in the next second, she ran downstairs with a "thump thud thump".

She knew that there was a temperature-controlled wine cellar in the villa, which was in the basement.

Step by step down the steps, the lights in the basement showed a dim orange light, and when the whole person came down the steps, An Nuan had already adapted to the light inside.

A variety of famous wines are placed on rows of lattice shelves, and the longer the age, the more valuable it is for collection.Fragrant and bitter breath blows towards the face.

Passing through the lattice frame that blocked the view, An Nuan saw the man sitting quietly on the circular sofa in front of him at a glance.

The slender body leaned back on the back of the sofa chair, resting his forehead with one hand, slightly closed his eyes, and fell into an indescribable expression.

An Nuan stood there and stared at his lonely back in a daze for two seconds, then quietly walked behind him.

Having lived in the army for many years, Fu Xiheng was vigilantly aware of the rustling footsteps behind him.Thick and slender eyelashes lifted, revealing dark eyes like the deep sea.

He knew who it was, so he didn't look back.

Just as he was about to straighten up and pick up the wine glass filled with amber liquid on the table, he was hugged by someone.

"Nuan Nuan," Fu Xiheng's body froze slightly.

"Xi Heng,"

An Nuan bent down, her white and slender arms wrapped around his neck from behind.

A head of damp hair fell down on both sides of the cheeks, and the tiny drops of water dripped from the tips of the hair onto the man's strong chest.

An Nuan pressed her face close to his veined neck, rubbed it gently like a well-behaved kitten, and whispered softly in his ear, "What's the matter, why is there a person coming here to drink alone?" What are you unhappy about?"

From the time she saw that photo, she had already seen that he deliberately avoided talking about her mother.

She didn't know much about what happened back then, she just heard from the adults that Fu Xiheng's parents had a disagreement, but she didn't know the specific reason.

Until that day when Shi Chen heard that Fu Xijing was the illegitimate child of the Fu family...

Fu Xiheng pursed his thin lips, and said lightly: "Nuan Nuan, I'm fine, you should go back to sleep early, tomorrow..."

Even if he told her, nothing would be undone, and all he wanted to bring her was happiness.

As for the darkness in the past, let him bear it alone.

"Aheng," somehow, the scene of Fu Zijin calling him intimately in the hospital suddenly appeared in An Nuan's mind, but she had never called him so intimately before, "didn't I say that no matter what happened, we should face it together Is it?"

When she returned home, An Nuan had only one identity, and that was Fu Xiheng's wife.

And what she wants to do now is to be a listener.

(End of this chapter)