The new contract wife was pregnant and fled

When the man heard her speak so seriously, a dark look flashed in his eyes.

It turned out that she still needed to test him.

After going through so much during this period, does she still...don't trust him?

Wen Ran saw that his mood seemed wrong, and quickly said: "I'm just kidding, don't think too much, I just want to find a teacher for Little Lemon, after all, the child... um—"

Before she finished speaking, she was kissed by Fu Chenlie.

The words were swallowed back, and the ambiguity gradually sprouted, and it permeated wantonly...

The two quickly became entangled together.

Wen Ran felt that Fu Chenlie tonight was not as gentle and patient as before, with a sense of urgency and a little displeasure, but fortunately, he still considered her feelings during the process.

After the hearty intimacy, he hugged her from behind, staring down at her flushed face with deep eyes, and he didn't know what he was thinking.

With his back turned to him, Wen Ran couldn't see the expression on the man's face clearly, but he could vaguely feel that his gaze was on her.

Soon, a man's voice came to his ears: "How do you feel about attending Song Yun and Tan Qiming's wedding tonight?"

"Why did you ask so?"

"Do you want a wedding?"

Hearing this, her half-closed eyes suddenly opened.

In fact, attending Song Yun's wedding today, her biggest feeling was that the main veil on Song Yun was really beautiful. Looking at the most beautiful and eye-catching bride at the wedding, she was actually envious in her heart.

Back then when she married Fu Chenlie, she just obtained a certificate. At that time, she thought that the two would part ways after a year and there would be no entanglement ever since.

So she never thought about the wedding at that time.

Now, Fu Chenlie personally asked her if she wanted a wedding...

How should I say it? !

A few seconds later, she turned her head to look at him, and smiled with her lips: "Is Mr. Fu proposing to me?"

"You can take it for granted."

"Oh, it's so informal, let's forget it."

Just as Wen Ran was about to turn her head away, her chin was pinched, and the man held her back and forced her to look at him: "What's the matter?"

Looking at the handsome face in front of her, she didn't take his hand away, but just smiled lightly: "Forget about the wedding, what else can it be?"

"If it was more formal, would you agree?"

"I remember that when I first met Mr. Fu, I said that there is no need to answer hypothetical questions."

The man chuckled: "Okay, I understand."

After saying that, he lowered his head and kissed her on the lips, and then let go of his hand pinching her chin, his low voice sounded extremely doting: "Good night."

Wen Ran turned her head and closed her eyes again.

It's a pity, but my mind is still uncontrollably trying to figure out what he just said.

What do you mean? !

Do you want to propose to her more formally, or... just forget it?

The words are so obscure that it makes people's hearts itch.

Sometimes Wen Ran actually likes to dig into corners. For example, tonight, she has been trying to figure out what Fu Chenlie means. She has been thinking about it for a long time.

……

Fu Chenlie was very efficient and found a teacher for Little Lemon two days later.

The teacher's surname is Yang, with a single name of Yao, and he is 26 years old.

Fu Chenlie's company happened to be busy that day, and Wen Ran took Yang Yao to pick up Little Lemon from school. Little Lemon and Yang Yao met for the first time, and they had a good impression of her, so they agreed to let her be their teacher.

Wen Ran took Yang Yao back to the villa around the island, and as a student's parent, she stayed at home for dinner.

At first, everything was fine.

until--