Mr. Fu treats her like life

Chapter 422 You must know that you are just a substitute for An Nuan

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"I didn't expect the failure of the matter," the woman gritted her teeth, "I was negligent this time, and I should have disposed of the leftover food long ago, otherwise Fu Xiheng wouldn't be one step ahead of me."

"Besides the Shi family, do you still have grudges with the Fu family? Otherwise, why would you put that kind of medicine in the kimbap to deliberately provoke the relationship between the Shen and Fu families?!"

The woman's pupils shrank slightly when she heard this, and her gaze suddenly became sharp.Those eyes set off against such a night, enough to make the other party shiver.

"Don't ask about things you shouldn't ask. You only know that you need to cooperate with me, and only I can help you return to Fu Xiheng's side."

"But I don't allow you to hurt Ah Heng, let alone do things that hurt the Fu family!"

When the words fell, the woman seemed to have heard a big joke, she closed her eyes tightly and sneered.

I don't know how long it took before I slowly opened my eyes, "Zijin, don't forget, if I hadn't arranged for him in the hospital back then, you wouldn't have been able to walk by his side. You know, you are just An Nuan. substitute."

"Are you threatening me?" Fu Zijin pinched her nails into her palm tightly, and a fishy sweetness came from her mouth.

A callused hand patted her shoulder lightly, and the soft voice was almost bone-piercingly cold, "You know? You still have the last bargaining chip, take it well..."

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When An Nuan came out of the bathroom after taking a shower, the man who was exercising in the gym hadn't returned yet.An Nuan ignored him, and went straight to the dressing table to find a hair dryer to dry her hair.

As soon as he plugged in the hair dryer, Fu Xiheng, who was covered in thin sweat, opened the door and walked in.

He was wearing a black racer-shaped vest on his upper body and a pair of sports shorts of the same color on his lower body. Because the broken hair on his forehead was wet with sweat after exercising, his exposed limbs were muscular.

It was the first time An Nuan saw such a sweaty Fu Xiheng, oh no, he was sweating all over after the fitness exercise, exuding a strong hormonal aura all over his body.

Fu Xiheng picked up the towel she had wiped her hair on the sofa and wiped the sweat off her body, raised her arms without hesitation, crossed them, took off the racer vest, and threw it into the clothes basket beside her.

His chest, which was covered with a thin layer of sweat, was tightly lined with eight-pack abs, because not long after he finished exercising, his chest was still heaving vigorously, full of masculinity.

Watching such a scene intently, An Nuan suddenly stammered, not knowing how to speak.

In fact, she wanted to ask him about Rong Lianye's address in Jicheng, but seeing Fu Xiheng smile at her meaningfully, An Nuan's thoughts drifted away, and then she saw his back walking into the bathroom barefoot.

Well, then wait until he comes out of the shower and ask.

An Nuan withdrew her gaze, while seriously blowing her hair, stared at the brocade box she put on the dressing table in a daze.

When the hair was about to dry, there was the sound of the phone vibrating.

An Nuan got up and found Fu Xiheng's mobile phone on the bedside table.

It's a string of phone numbers without notes.But An Nuan always felt that this string of numbers was somewhat familiar.

When he was hesitating whether to answer or not, the other party hung up the phone.

Fu Xiheng came out of the bathroom and saw such a scene——

His wife was sitting on the head of the bed, holding his mobile phone in a daze, and fell into an unknown thought.

An Nuan didn't recover until she was patted on the shoulder.

Seeing the man with only a bath towel around his waist, An Nuan's cheeks were burned, "Well, someone called you just now, and I hung up before I could answer the call."

　Well, I hope you can comment and leave a lot of comments. Although I am writing, Ni Meng is watching. Of course, I am not sure whether the writing satisfies everyone, and I don’t know what kind of writing style is suitable for Ranran.In short, I hope you can express your opinions or suggestions.Of course, I can be more clear about my position.Well, good night.

　　
　
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