Black-bellied husband, don't be too bad

Chapter 174 Fu Heng, Are You Tired?

After Wen Xin left, Fu Heng glanced at the time and it was almost time to get off work.

He got up and picked up the coat on the chair and walked out of the office.

Seeing him coming out, the secretary hurried up to greet him, "President, are you leaving get off work?"

Seeing the water cup on the tea table in the reception room, Fu Heng frowned and asked, "Is someone here?"

"Hmm!" The secretary lowered her head, "Is it a lady surnamed Chu?"

"Surname Chu?"

"Yes, but she stayed for a while and then went away."

Fu Heng stood there in a daze for a few seconds without saying a word, and finally he walked outside without saying a word, leaving behind the unknown secretary who stood there speechless.

While in the parking lot, Fu Heng called Cheng Yuan: "Why didn't you tell me that Chu Ci is here today?"

Cheng Yuan was still on a business trip, and immediately said: "She said she was afraid that you would disturb me in a meeting, so she asked me to say hello to the secretary for her." After thinking about it, he felt something was wrong, and he said, "What's wrong?" "

But Fu Heng had already cut off the phone over there.

Cheng Yuan heard a beeping sound from the phone, and suddenly felt a chill down his back.

It looks like something bad happened.

…………

Fu Heng returned to Yujingyuan around seven o'clock.

When he opened the door and changed his shoes at the entrance, he saw Chu Ci sitting on the sofa watching TV by himself.

Fu Heng walked over, bent down and touched her face: "Wait for me to come back for dinner?"

Chu Ci raised her head, glanced at him, then put down the pillow in her hand: "En!"

After speaking, she stood up and walked towards the dining table.

Fu Heng looked at her slender back, and his eyes became extremely dark and complicated for a moment.

Chu Ci brought up the dishes, then filled two bowls of white rice, and handed them to him: "Let's eat!"

She didn't say anything superfluous from the beginning to the end.

During the period, she also thoughtfully helped Fu Heng with food.

Fu Heng picked up a chopstick of rice and put it into his mouth, and asked, "Did you look for me today?"

"Hmm!" Chu Ci lowered her head and picked up the rice in the bowl.

"Why don't you come back with me!"

Chu Ci raised her head, looked at his indifferent face, and said, "The secretary said that you and Miss Wen were talking inside. I was afraid I would disturb you, so I came back first."

Fu Heng looked at her face in a daze, and said in a low voice for a while, "She came to see me for something today!"

"I want you to help her find where Lu Xiang is!" Chu Ci smiled, but there was no smile in his eyes: "I heard it all outside."

Fu Heng was startled, but also accepted the result.

After a few seconds of silence, he said, "Let's eat first, and we'll talk after we finish eating."

"What did you say?" Chu Ci asked back: "I've heard everything, so what else can I say."

She looked at Fu Heng's side face, and smiled again: "You promised her, didn't you say you would not interfere in this matter, why, when she cried and begged you, did you soften your heart?"

"Chu Ci!"

Fu Heng's voice was a little low, with a bit of restrained anger.

She stood up: "you eat, I don't want to eat."

Fu Heng put the chopsticks aside: "Stop."

Chu Ci's tense emotions finally found an outlet. Since she knew that she might be infertile, her nerves have been tense. Now she heard that Fu Heng violated her promise and intervened in other people's affairs. Nerves snapped at last.

Gritting her teeth, she clenched her fist tightly: "I'll go upstairs first, you can eat slowly!"

After finishing speaking, she went upstairs directly regardless of Fu Heng's expression.

Sitting in the room, she took a deep breath, held the phone in her hand, looked at the lock screen, and fell into a long thought.

Soon a man's low and displeased voice sounded outside: "Chu Ci!"

Chu Ci heard the voice, but she still sat on the bed motionless.

When Fu Heng went to turn the doorknob, he realized that the bedroom was locked by her from the inside. He frowned, and said again, "Chu Ci, open the door."

There was no response, and there was silence.

He believed that Chu Ci definitely heard his voice, frowning tightly, and his voice became deeper and deeper, "Open the door."

Still no one answered.

Fu Heng's temper immediately came up. From childhood to adulthood, no one dared to give him such a bad look over and over again.

But he still patiently said in a deep voice, "Chu Ci, let me say it again, open the door for me."

Chu Ci continued to pretend to be deaf and dumb.

"Chu Ci, do you want to open the door yourself, or let me open it?"

Fu Heng's patience has been exhausted to the extreme.

His hand fell back to his side, turned and went downstairs, found the spare key and went upstairs
When the door is opened, there is basically no sound.

There was no light in the bedroom, and the light from the corridor shone in weakly.

With the help of this weak light, Fu Heng saw that Chu Ci was huddled under the quilt.

Shrunk into a small ball, like a poor little one.

Fu Heng walked over with a blank expression, and stretched out his hand to pull off the quilt covering Chu Ci's face.

After half a minute.

Chu Ci only felt that her breathing was blocked, and her inability to breathe forced her to open her eyes. Before she could see the person clearly, the man's strong breath had already poured into her breath, "You..."

It's disgusting that he came up to kiss her without saying a word.

"What are you?"

Fu Heng pinched her chin, feeling a little confused, "You are so brave, you dare to lock me out?"

Chu Ci forcefully opened his hand, "You hurt me!"

Only then did Fu Heng let go of the hand that was holding her, and snorted coldly: "Speak up if you have something to say, why are you getting angry?"

Chu Ci looked at him coldly: "I'm not happy, so I can't lose my temper?"

He clearly agreed not to intervene, but because of his warmth, he made an exception to help her.

Chu Ci turned her face away: "Sometimes I really don't understand what you are thinking?" When she said this, tears flashed in her eyes, and finally she sniffed, sat up from the bed, and stared at him: "You have been so kind to me these days, which has caused me to have the illusion that I am the most important and irreplaceable in your heart, but now..."

She laughed: "I think I may be overthinking and overestimate myself."

Fu Heng frowned: "Chu Ci, listen to me."

He reached out to touch her cheek, but she blocked him.

"Now Mu Xiuchen is looking for Lu Xiang to clarify the matter."

"What does that have to do with Wen Xin?" Chu Ci raised her eyebrows: "In the first place, this matter has nothing to do with her, but she insisted on intervening, wishing to tell the whole world that she became a mistress, and she wanted to take over after breaking up the family... "

"Chu Ci!"

Before he finished speaking, he was interrupted by Fu Heng.

"Did I say something wrong?" Chu Ci stared at him, suddenly feeling like wanting to provoke him.

"Winxin is a mistress in the first place, and her mother is a mistress. How can she be any better?"

Although it was a bit harsh to say this, Chu Ci still said, "She didn't care before, but now that she lost it, she is unwilling to get it back. How can anyone be like this? You can't be so selfish and unreasonable."

Fu Heng frowned, the expression on his face was still very pale.

Finally, he held Chu Ci's hand: "Okay, don't talk about this matter anymore, and don't quarrel about irrelevant things."

Chu Ci didn't want to quarrel either, but when she thought of Wen Xin's domineering, unwilling but pitiful and weak face, a fire ignited in her heart.

Hate a person even with all her looks.

She shook off Fu Heng's hand: "Yeah, I don't want to quarrel, but seeing you like this, I really feel sorry for you!"

Fu Heng was taken aback.

Distress him?
Chu Ci smiled without a smile: "Fu Heng, are you tired?"

She stretched out her hand, and slowly caressed the man's handsome face, with a low smile: "When you promised to help her today, did you want to come back and hide it from me, so that I wouldn't know that you were helping her find out Lu Xiang's whereabouts?" , or do you think that Chu Ci will be very angry if she finds out. Don’t you feel like it’s hard work?”

These days, he has tried his best to take care of her, and let her taste as sweet as honey.

But after the sweetness is over, it is arsenic poison.

Seeing that Fu Heng did not speak, Chu Ci smiled coolly again: "Or, you are thinking that you have been so kind to me these days, so I should have no face to lose my temper with you. After all, I am soft on people, right? So You didn't feel guilty when you promised Wenxin, if so, then you don't have to treat me. "

The man squeezed her wrist silently, using a lot of strength.

Chu Ci withdrew her hand and shook her head: "I don't quarrel with you, but that doesn't mean I'm not angry."

Fu Heng touched her face, brought her into his arms, and said softly, "It's not good to be angry, you haven't had a few bites of dinner, do you want to eat?"

His posture is very low now, probably because he owes something in his heart!
Chu Ci leaned on his shoulder and thought for him from a different angle, feeling that he must be really tired from living!

Wen Xin is a responsibility to him, after all Wen Yan died to save him, so heavy pressure is placed on his heart, so whatever Wen Xin asks him, he will help, because of that favor.

And she, as his wife in the legal sense, also has a responsibility, and she has such a place in his heart, so she can't completely ignore it.

But she is not an obedient, well-behaved person who has no opinion.

His temper is not very good, and he can't rub the sand in his eyes, let alone muddling along.

Thinking about it this way, Fu Heng is indeed very tired!

Chu Ci sighed inwardly, and softened her tone: "I'm not hungry, I'm a little tired, and I want to sleep."

"Hmm! It's good for you to have a cold, and you need to rest early." Fu Heng let go of her, hiding the emotions in his eyes, "Is it your birthday, have you thought about how to spend it?"

He changed the subject so quickly that Chu Ci couldn't hold back for a moment, and was stunned for several seconds.

It just occurred to me that she will soon be 24 years old.

She smiled and touched her face: "I don't know, whatever, will you spend my birthday with me?"

"Of course." Fu Heng smiled softly: "What gift do you want?"

What does she want, a house, a car, or money?
Chu Ci thought darkly in her heart: If she said she wanted to separate from him, would Fu Heng strangle her to death?
(End of this chapter)