The new contract wife was pregnant and fled

Wen Ran stopped talking to him and ate in silence.

But Fu Chenlie didn't seem to intend to end the chat.

His eyes fell on her face, and his eyes were full of scrutiny: "Miss Wen Ran, I don't understand. What do you think about making your husband passionate about other women?"

Wen Ran, "..."

What can she think?

I simply sympathize with those who like Fu Chenlie.

However, every time he called her "Miss Wen Ran" inexplicably, she would get goose bumps all over her body.

"say?!"

"I just think that Director Zhou seems to like you a lot. Being liked by others is actually a very happy thing, so I just ask you casually, and I don't have to make you warm to others."

Fu Chenlie looked proud and complacent: "There are so many women who like me, according to your opinion, I have to favor everyone?"

Wen Ran, "..."

She definitely didn't mean that.

How many years has passed since the Qing Dynasty died, and he thought a man could have three wives and four concubines?

I really thought I was the emperor, and I still used the word "favor".

Also match?

Seeing that Wen Ran was silent again, Fu Chenlie's eyes moved slightly, and he coughed uncomfortably: "What about you?"

"What?" She didn't know why.

He looked straight at her.

At this moment, there was no anger or sharpness in the man's eyes, only asking the bottom line: "Do you like me?"

Wen Ran was stunned when he heard this question.

If you like it or not, you definitely don't.

But he is Fu Chenlie, you can tell by the way he stares at her intently——

Once she said she didn't like it, he would definitely explode on the spot and destroy her.

Wen Ran smiled and told a white lie: "Of course I like you, you are so handsome, tall and impressive, as long as you are a woman, it is hard not to like you."

Fu Chenlie was still staring at her, but he didn't speak. Instead, he took another piece of tofu and put it in his mouth. After chewing it up and swallowing it, he said inexplicably, "Really?"

"Yes." She replied naively.

The man pursed his lips, and his eyes that gradually turned cold were stained with contempt at some point, and he said in a serious manner: "But when I look at you, why do you think it's so fake?"

Wen Ran bit her chopsticks and looked at him eagerly, suddenly she didn't know what to do.

Fu Chenlie's heart was inexplicably a little more angry.

Snapped--

He put down his chopsticks and ordered: "Now go and cut the fruit."

Wen Ran nodded: "Okay."

She took the apples, found a plate in the locker in the dining area, and stood five meters away from Fu Chenlie to peel the apples.

Far enough away to be safe.

But Wen Ran still couldn't figure it out, with so many admirers of Fu Chenlie, why should she care if she likes him or not?

Or in other words, if you want her to like it, you have to do at least a few things?

He has been doing dog things since he met him.

She is human and likes to have dogs, but she doesn't like dogs too much.

After peeling the apple and cutting it into pieces, Wen Ran slowly returned to the dining table with a plate in his hand, and put the fruit in front of Fu Chenlie: "Boss, it's ready to eat, please use it slowly."

She felt that her attitude was as good as that of the waiter in the restaurant, and he should be satisfied and accept it as soon as he saw it.

But who knows-

Fu Chenlie leaned on the chair leisurely, gave her a look lazily, and said two words between his lips and teeth: "Hey me!"

Wen Ran's eyes were shocked for a second.

She really overestimated the minimum limit of Fu Chenlie's life!