Cheng Zitong!

She was a little dazed for a while, couldn't help but look around, thinking she was in the wrong place.

If she is sure she is in her own home, then he doesn't know when he will come.

"Where is my mother?" she asked.

"She said she would go to bed first when she was tired," Cheng Zi replied.

Fu Yuan'er glanced at the closed door, exhaled, and turned around. Her mood had returned to normal.

"Do you eat?" she asked.

"Eat," he said.

So she gave him a pair of bowls and chopsticks, and then sat down to eat.

Cheng Zitong looked into the pot, the cheese instant noodles noodle cake spicy cabbage...

"What is this?" he asked.

Fu Yuan'er was taken aback for a moment, "No, you don't look like someone who has never eaten Korean hot pot."

Korean hot pot?

"Why do they call this kind of stuff hot pot?" he asked.

"...Because they don't know how to be the bottom of our pot." She also admired herself very much, and even answered him seriously.

"But you can taste it, I can't eat so much by myself."

Cheng Zitong ate a little, then put down his chopsticks.

"You like to eat these strange things."

Fu Yuan'er was slightly stunned: "What else?"

"Roast goose."

She remembered that last time she was not at home, her mother used the roast goose she bought to entertain Cheng Zitong.

"Ahem," she must say, "I don't think it's me weird, but you are weird. Because I eat these, which many people like to eat."

"A lot of people like to eat, it must be good?" Cheng Zitong asked rhetorically.

Fu Yuan'er:...

In her mind, a book that she read in college, "The Crowd", the teacher who recommended her to read this book, suggested that she use the theory in the book to create hot news.

No, she is just greedy for a cheese fondue. Is it necessary for Cheng Zitong to rise to the height of theory?

"Cheng Zitong, no one will force you if you don't eat." She said simply.

Cheng Zitong put down the bowls and chopsticks, but did not leave, just sat and watched her eat.

Fu Yuan'er understood that he did this deliberately, so she pretended not to have seen it, so she could eat as she should.

After eating, clean up the dishes and chopsticks and take them into the kitchen for cleaning.

Just standing in front of the cooking table, he felt a warmth in his waist. He came behind her and hugged her from behind.

"Fu Yuan'er," his hard lips pressed tightly against her ear, "you seem to have no correct knowledge of my identity."

His tone is low and deep, revealing incomparable danger.

Fu Yuan'er didn't dare to talk back easily, because she still couldn't figure out what he wanted to do.

"Cheng Zitong, you... can you say something if you have something..."

He chuckled coldly, "I'm talking to my wife, how can I say it well?"

Fu Yuan'er frowned, her mind had turned a few times.

Why did he suddenly say such a thing, his identity, my wife...

Why did he suddenly look for a sense of existence?

Before he came up with a clue, he suddenly turned her body to face him, "Fu Yuan'er, do you really want me to marry Fu Bining?"

She was taken aback for a moment, and she came to understand, it turned out that the incident in the hospital just now made him unhappy.

She couldn't help but smile contemptuously, embracing her arms, keeping a little distance from him in the limited space.

"I'm doing this for your own good, Cheng Zitong, Fu Bining will not go against you, and will help you wholeheartedly, maybe I will have a baby with you soon."

"Fu Yuan'er, you remember," his face suddenly sank, terribly sinking, "I don't need others to teach me how to do it."

Fu Yuan'er met his eyes without fear, "Really, by coincidence, I don't like others to teach me how to do it."

and so,

"I will return all the things that you imposed on me that I don't like."

Until you can't stand it.

He suddenly drew a step closer, and she subconsciously let go of her hand to push him, but let him take the lead and press her tighter.

The heat from his breath immediately sprayed continuously on the top of her head.

Here again!

Fu Yuan'er resisted instinctively, but the more she thought that she didn't like this, the more he would use this trick to threaten her.

She bent her heart, and simply took a step forward, and the two of them stuck together almost seamlessly.

It seems sweet, but the eyes of both of them are burning with a ball of anger.

Just like this, no one said a word, it's up to whoever is defeated first.

I don't know when, Fu Yuan'er shook her eyes, and she looked into the depths of his eyes.

In addition to anger, there are things she can't understand, there are hatred, confusion, sighs...

"Yuan'er..." She was curious to see more clearly, and suddenly heard her mother's voice at the door.

She was taken aback, and immediately pushed him away.

Only then did Mother Fu see the two of them clearly, and with a soft "Ah", she hurriedly withdrew.

"Yuan'er, I'm fine, I went back to my room to sleep."

Fu Yuan'er was speechless, and her mother must have thought what the two of them were doing.

"Mom," she said loudly in the kitchen without going out to explain, "you go to bed slowly, and I will wash the dishes."

There is no need to explain this kind of thing, the more you describe it, the darker it gets.

With a "bang", Mother Fu deliberately closed the door and made a noise to tell them that she really entered the room.

She quite believes that her mother used to be a long-range ball mobilizer, always thinking about assists.

But when she was fascinated by Ji Senzhuo, why didn't she see her mother assist a few times.

After a while, the room became quiet again.

Cheng Zitong went out.

Fu Yuan'er took a deep breath, calmed down, and washed the dishes first.

Back to the living room, there is no one in the living room.

Before I could breathe a sigh of relief, I saw something was wrong in the room, he was so tall, sitting in her small room, and the room immediately seemed to be full.

"You go back first," she walked in and said, "I want to accompany my mother."

"Grandpa is sick, I will go back alone, waiting for the Cheng family to get a handle?" He asked back.

"Then don't stay here with me either, you stay here, there is still room for me?" Is she telling the truth?

"Fu Yuan'er, let's make a deal." Suddenly, he said.

"transaction?"

"For three months, you are honestly Mrs. Cheng, and I will help you drive your uncle and aunt out of Cheng's house."

Fu Yuan'er looked at him, she knew he could do it.

"Yes, but I have one condition."

"what?"

"Why it must be me, tell me why."

Cheng Zi glanced at her together, smiled, and smiled casually, "Fu's age is suitable for my wife, you are the most beautiful."

Fu Yuan'er:...

She wants to get him out!

If it weren't for the conditions he offered, it would be really tempting!

"How should Mrs. Cheng be?" Now the operation is left.

"It's very simple, you treat me as a real husband."

Fu Yuan'er:...

Starting tonight, Fu Yuaner really understood what the Cheng family meant to him.

How long she had quarreled with him before, and kept him in bed with other women three times, he didn't care, and he didn't make a deal with her.

Since she joined Cheng's house, she went to his company to "accept" him only once after get off work, and he couldn't hold it anymore.

What exactly does he want from this trip to the Cheng family?

Fu Yuan'er is here

After standing on the steps for a while, he stepped inside.

She stayed with her mother for three days at home, and she should be back today.

"Fu Yuan'er!" As soon as she stepped into the house, Cheng Muying suddenly jumped out through gritted teeth, raising her hand and slapped her in the face.

Fu Yuan'er had been prepared for a long time, and she drew sideways. Cheng Muying slapped her heavily on the wall, making her gasp from the pain.

"Cheng Muying, I haven't come back for three days, so you will show me a big show!" Fu Yuan'er couldn't help but laugh.

Cheng Muying stared at her bitterly: "Go to your special snack, dare you to play with me!"

Fu Yuan'er covered her mouth, but Cheng Muying had forgotten the pit.

It seemed that she was indeed pitted.

Cheng Muying's eyes are about to burst into flames, not only is it pitted, it is almost pitted her to the bottom.

She went to line up early, and there was nothing Fu Yuaner said at all.

She spent money to hire someone to help her buy it again, and the boss made great efforts to buy the things Fu Yuaner said.

A good credit card, if it is frozen for one month, it is only one month.

"Fu Yuan'er, what hatred or resentment I have with you!" Cheng Muying cursed.

Fu Yuan'er shook her head, "I didn't expect you to buy it. You told me a while ago and I told you where the specific address is!"

Cheng Muying:...

She said that she took the blame for a long time!

Cheng Muying raised her slap again, and today she must beat Fu Yuan'er.

Fu Yuan'er dodged from left to right and accidentally bumped into someone. The person was afraid that she would fall, so she stretched out her arms to hug her.

There was an alarm bell in her mind immediately, and she subconsciously told her that this person is not Cheng Zitong.

She quickly backed away and saw Cheng Yiming standing at the door.

"I'm sorry." She apologized immediately.

Cheng Yiming looked down at his clothes, and was hit by her just now, knocking out a few folds.

Fu Yuaner's heart beats a drum. What does he mean by looking at the clothes? Does he dislike the unevenness of the clothes?

"Fu Yuan'er." At this moment, Cheng Zitong also walked in.

He stopped just now.

Fu Yuaner's mind turned, and she hurriedly walked to Cheng Zitong's side and said: "I accidentally hit Cheng Yiming just now."

She told Cheng Zi the same, Cheng Yiming should have expressed her opinion.

You can either lose the clothes or teach her, don't let people guess.

Cheng Zitong nodded slightly: "He won't mind this little thing, you will be careful next time."

Fu Yuan'er nodded quickly.

Cheng Zitong took her hand and walked upstairs.

His palm... so rough...

Fu Yuaner felt it for the first time.

It's not that I haven't touched his hand before, but it's all under forced circumstances, and I don't have the time to pay attention.

"If I say, do I mind?" Suddenly, Cheng Yiming said.

Cheng Zitong stopped, and Fu Yuaner also stopped quickly.

"What do you want?" Cheng Zitong turned around and asked.

Cheng Yiming pushed the gold-framed glasses, with a smile at the corner of his mouth: "Fu Yuan'er, my dress has your foundation. You can wash it for me."

With that, he took off his shirt in twos.

He only wore this piece of clothing, and his strong muscles were immediately revealed in front of people.

Fu Yuan'er was stunned for a moment. He looked very thin, but he didn't expect that he also had tendons.

"She can't wash clothes," Cheng Zitong refused immediately, "I will send you to the dry cleaner."

"This dress can only be washed by hand." Cheng Yiming refused.

Cheng Zitong said nothing, and looked at him.

Cheng Yiming also looked at him, the flames of fire crackling in the air.

It's about to happen.

ps, see you tomorrow~~