The new contract wife was pregnant and fled

"What hello?"

"The matter of our divorce was so loud a while ago, it's impossible for Fu's employees not to know, why do they still call me Mrs. Fu when they see me now?"

He looked at her and said seriously: "Maybe they think that only someone like Vice President Wen is worthy of being Mrs. Fu."

Wen Ran opened the food box and took out the food inside, and glanced at him: "Do you think I believe it?"

"Why don't you believe me? Are you not good enough?"

"No matter how good I am, there are still people who are better than me in this world. Besides, things like feelings cannot be judged by whether they are good or not."

The man lying on the hospital bed seemed very interested in what she said, and couldn't help asking: "In Vice President Wen's opinion, what should be used to judge things like feelings?"

"It feels like if you like it, you like it, and if you don't like it, you don't like it. It's confirmed when you see it for the first time."

"Then when Vice President Wen saw me for the first time, did he like it?"

Wen Ran stopped fiddling with the food.

When I saw him for the first time...

That was really a long, long time ago.

At that time, her father had just been sentenced for accidentally wounding someone, and her grandmother was still worried. When she saw the man who had just become her husband on the wedding day, she was scared and nervous.

Before she even had time to seriously appreciate his superior face, she was completely targeted by the man's few words.

During the confrontation, he even strangled her neck.

Come to think of it, this is not a very good start.

It's been a long time, but it's still a little annoying. What's the matter? !

Gathering from her thoughts, Wen Ran turned her head to look at the man lying on the hospital bed.

He also seemed to have thought of the scene when the two first met, with a look of unnaturalness flashing across his face, and he said guiltyly: "Assuming I didn't ask, I'm hungry, let's eat."

Wen Ran didn't say a word, she set the food on her own, pulled up the stool and sat down, eating in silence.

Seeing her eating with relish, Fu Chenlie didn't care about him, and couldn't help frowning: "How should I eat?"

She didn't turn her head to look at him, and described lightly: "Pick up the chopsticks, pick up the vegetables, put them in your mouth, chew them, and swallow them. Isn't that how you eat food?"

He stared at her and reminded, "I'm hurt."

The latter turned his head to look at him: "It's the back that hurts, not the hands. Can't you lift your arms?"

"I'm lying here, how can I reach out to pick up vegetables? I can't eat."

"Then don't eat."

The man frowned, and the voice when he spoke was somewhat accusatory: "Wen Ran, you said just now that you would take care of me, but now it's time for dinner, and you don't care about me?"

She glanced at him speechlessly: "Do I have to feed you first to care about you? Can't I feed you after I finish eating? Mr. Fu, you are a patient, can you not be so overbearing and picky?"

Hearing her words, Fu Chenlie smiled.

It turned out that she didn't want to leave him alone.

The man's mood suddenly improved, and he said obediently: "Okay, I'm not overbearing or picky, Vice President Wen will eat first."

Wen Ran pursed her lips and continued to eat.

I don't know if it's because I'm in a bad mood because of the memory of the past or what, but the meal she ate was tasteless, and she felt full very quickly.

When she put down the tableware, she glanced at Fu Chenlie: "It's all left over from my meal. If Mr. Fu doesn't like it, can you ask the secretary to send another copy?"

He answered with a playful smile: "I don't dislike it, even if it comes out of Vice President Wen's mouth, I don't dislike it, huh?"

She frowned and gave him a blank look: "Are you disgusted?"