The ex-husband is difficult to deal with: Fu Shao, you need to face

Chapter 283 Tit (young) relative (young) father and son

heavy prison.

A woman was at the door, looking ugly and anxious, negotiating something.

It should have failed in the end.

In addition to being ugly, his face was pale, but his eyes were full of anger.

She failed to visit in the morning, thinking that it would be easier to come in the evening, but she still couldn't get in.

She knocked on the steering wheel angrily, and the sound of the horn was especially piercing in this silent night.

She gritted her teeth and spat out three words: "Jiang, Fang, Xue"

Platinum Mansion.

Fu Yuanbai didn't leave and didn't put on his shirt.

He was kicked just now, but he didn't move closer to her.

Not driving him away was a good inflection point.

At this time, there were several vibrations.

from two phones.

But the content does have a meaning.

Just as Jiang Fangxue finished writing the program, she held the phone in one hand and propped the sofa back with the other, and sat on the sofa with her strength.

The back is leaning against the sofa, the empty hand is resting on the backrest, the ankle of the right leg is resting on the thigh, and the toes are dangling.

In addition, with the hand holding the mobile phone, the thumb is pointing on the screen.

Looking pale.

The bosses deal with the problem calmly.

leisurely.

Fu Yuanbai kept looking at her after reading the news.

Six years ago, Jiang Fangxue, who was with him, withdrew her edge.

Soft and steady.

Not like now.

Steady and wanton.

This is Jiang Fangxue that he never knew.

It was also Jiang Fangxue who had never seen it before.

Perhaps that gaze was too direct and hot.

Jiang Fangxue finally raised her eyelids and turned her head slightly to look at him.

Just one glance, then lowered his eyes, and continued to look at the phone.

A cold voice circulated in this square inch, "Enough watching, please get out, I'm going to sleep."

Hearing the sound, Fu Yuanbai returned to his wandering thoughts, and said, "Borrow me a sofa."

There was no ups and downs in the voice.

But there seemed to be a hint of a helpless smile inside.

Just now I was thinking that if she didn't drive me away, it was a good inflection point, but I didn't expect to be driven away again.

He was so angry that he had nothing to do with her.

Jiang Fangxue didn't bother to care.

Anyway, even if she said 'no borrowing', he would not leave.

Jiang Fangxue got up, reached out to switch off the computer, turned and walked to the bedroom.

Jiang Ye, who was watching the situation in the second bedroom, immediately retreated...

Fu Yuanbai looked in the direction of the master bedroom.

He didn't feel sleepy either, so he just sat on the single sofa and didn't move.

He wanted to smoke a cigarette, but considering his current relationship with Jiang Fangxue, he decided not to smoke in her house.

He didn't know that Jiang Fangxue didn't like the smell of cigarettes, but he didn't want him to smoke too much and hurt his body.

About the two of them received a message from a woman insisting on visiting Fu Yuansheng at the same time.

nothing serious...

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The next morning, Jiang Ye got up to make breakfast, but when he walked into the living room, he smelled fried eggs.

He walked to the kitchen and saw a tall and tall figure, wearing a blue apron, busy in front of the stove.

Young master Jiang is not happy.

Isn't this snatching alive!

Jiang Ye went over angrily, took off his drone apron and put it on.

Then I took out the ingredients from the refrigerator.

He wants to prove that he cooks better!

Fu Yuanbai reached out to lift him out, and said coldly, "Didn't your mother tell you not to waste food?"

Jiang Ye shook his fist, "My mother can't get used to other people's cooking."

Fu Yuanbai raised his eyebrows, "Really?"

Jiang Ye nodded quickly, but before he could speak, he heard his scumbag father say, "Before you were born, she ate my cooking."

"..." Jiang Ye paused for a moment, then suddenly asked proudly, "How long have you known my mother?"

Fu Yuanbai noticed that there was a pitfall, so he didn't speak immediately.

Jiang Ye raised his chin proudly again, "I know! You met and got together when you were 16, and my mother left when you were 20, so... it's only been four years, and my mother and I have been together for six years."

Fu Yuanbai was originally angry, but when he thought about the meaning of his words, the anger suddenly disappeared.

The corners of the mouth are slightly raised, and the voice is always cold, but there is a hint of badness in it, and a little pride.

"You can cook from birth? Even if you are smart, you have to be at least three or four years old to cook. You are six years old this year, but only two years old."

Jiang Ye: "..."

He doesn't have a real father, his real father is dead.

　The rest will be later...

　　
　
(End of this chapter)