The new contract wife was pregnant and fled

Probably because they have known each other for so many years, and they have never had such a harmonious mutual confession.

I'm not used to it, so I doubt it, so I can't believe it.

This is often the case with people. They have experienced more ups and downs. When happiness comes smoothly, there will be a sense of unreality.

While feeling emotional, Wen Ran heard Fu Chenlie suddenly say, "I have to say, I'm really looking forward to the weekend."

She regained her senses, looked at him and asked back, "Are you expecting Little Lemon to call you Dad?"

"Can you guess that too?"

"Otherwise? You can't expect Zhao Xiuyun's wedding, but you don't want to attend."

Fu Chenlie glanced at her: "Why, are you still thinking about going to his wedding?"

"You think too much."

"Speaking of Zhao, you still haven't told me what he told you when you sent him away?"

Wen Ran froze for a moment.

I didn't expect that a casual joke would involve me again?

"What did you say?" He asked again.

She sat on the side of the hospital bed and turned her head to meet his gaze: "Just say that I will leave Jiangcheng after I get married with Shen Jing, that you can see that you care about me, and that I will be happy when I am with you."

"Really?"

"What are you cheating on?"

Fu Chenlie figured out what Zhao Xiuyun said to Wen Ran, he seemed to be in a good mood, and judged, "I can't tell, the surname Zhao has some vision."

Wen Ran glanced at him: "Praise you for your vision?"

The latter pursed his lips, turned his eyes away from her face, glanced at the fruit basket Zhao Xiuyun left just now, and changed the subject by the way: "Can Vice President Wen peel an orange for me?"

Wen Ran didn't speak, but already leaned over to get oranges from the fruit basket.

She put the trash can by her lap and silently peeled an orange.

After peeling off, he broke off a petal and handed it to Fu Chenlie's mouth.

He didn't open his mouth, stared at her with unclear eyes, and said with a half-smile: "Can Vice President Wen feed me with your mouth?"

"Can you settle down?"

"how?"

Wen Ran looked at him speechlessly, and ordered directly: "Open your mouth!"

The men follow suit.

She threw a piece of orange into his mouth like throwing garbage.

Fu Chenlie didn't seem to mind either.

When he was chewing the orange contentedly, his affectionate eyes still fell on Wen Ran's face, admiring it with great interest.

Wen Ran was eating oranges, and suddenly thought of something, and looked at the man on the hospital bed: "Boss Fu, are you hungry?"

"how?"

"Proactively ask to eat oranges."

Only then did the man realize that he seemed to be a little hungry.

He couldn't help but say, "I'm hungry. This Cheng Cheng's work level is getting worse and worse. How long has it been? Haven't the two lunches been delivered yet?"

The door of the ward—

The secretary who came to deliver the meal but overheard Mr. Fu complaining hurriedly knocked on the door.

"Please come in." Wen Ran said.

The door was pushed open.

The secretary came in with a food box: "Boss Fu, Mrs. Fu, these are two lunches that Special Assistant Cheng ordered me to deliver."

The secretary said, still thinking in his heart that he heard Mr. Fu complaining just now, wouldn't he have surgery on her now? !

Fortunately, Cheng Te is kind and reminded him that if he sees Miss Wen, he can directly address her as Mrs. Fu, which she did just now. Mr. Fu is satisfied with this address, right?

Just as she was thinking about it, Wen Ran said, "I'm not your Mrs. Fu's wife, but a girlfriend."

The secretary froze for a moment, apparently not knowing what to say.

Wen Ran didn't make things difficult for her, and took the food box from her hand: "Thanks for your hard work, it's just noon, Miss Secretary, let's have a meal too."

"Yes, Mrs. Fu."

Leaving those words behind, she flinched away.

When the door of the ward was closed, Wen Ranbu looked at Fu Chenlie himself: "Have you secretly greeted all your subordinates?"