The new contract wife was pregnant and fled

Touching her petrified appearance, Fu Chenlie raised his eyebrows slightly: "Didn't you hear me?"

Of course Wen Ran heard it.

Only, she didn't want to feed him.

It's really becoming more and more unscrupulous as I get used to it.

Did he use her as a nanny or something?

Wen Ran breathed a sigh of relief, and met his scrutinizing eyes: "Boss, your head is injured, but your hands are still in good condition. It doesn't affect eating fruit. You can eat it by yourself. If you want to eat one piece at a time, you can eat two pieces at a time. Two dollars."

"It is true that I was injured in the head, or you injured it. Since your brain is fine, you should know that I haven't settled the score with you yet?"

"..."

When she heard this, her original confidence disappeared instantly.

When Fu Chenlie spoke again, his voice was even colder and threatening: "You don't even want to feed me a piece of fruit? Don't you prefer me to treat others like others? Make a hole?"

Wen Ran muttered in a low voice: "You said that you don't hit women."

He stared at her sad appearance, feeling inexplicably happy, and responded with a good temper: "But I didn't say, don't hit disobedient women."

She gave him a sad look.

"Look at what?"

"You look so handsome, don't you?"

As the words fell, the sadness on Wen Ran's face dissipated a bit, replaced by a perfunctory and flattering smirk: "The boss is handsome and beautiful, with an outstanding temperament. Being able to serve the boss to eat fruits is a blessing I have cultivated in my lifetime. I'm happy."

"Can you be more hypocritical?"

"Boss, how can you say that? I have always treated you with a sincere heart, and every word I say to you is also from the bottom of my heart. I..."

Fu Chenlie interrupted coldly: "Enough."

Wen Ran shut up.

He lifted his chin towards the fruit on the table.

She made a clear "oh", then picked up a toothpick, and stuck it hard into an apple like a needle pricking a villain.

It may be that the action is too violent, and some moisture in the apple has grown out.

Fu Chenlie watched her action of inserting apples, frowned, and turned his gaze to her face.

Wen Ran took the toothpick and put the apple into his mouth.

However, seeing the apple approaching his lips, the man did not open his mouth.

She reminded patiently: "Boss, open your mouth, Apple is here."

Fu Chenlie stared straight at her, and opened his sexy mouth expensively.

Wen Ran put the end with the apple into his mouth. When the man closed his mouth, her hand pulled back, the toothpick came off the apple, and the first piece was fed successfully.

She went to pierce a second apple, just as vigorously as before.

Fu Chenlie narrowed his eyes slightly.

He stared at her with deep eyes, which made it difficult for people to discern the deep meaning.

When Wen Ran handed the second piece of apple to his mouth, the man still pressed his thin lips tightly.

She lost her patience: "Boss, do you still want to eat apples?"

Fu Chenlie didn't speak.

However, he suddenly reached out and pulled the chair Wen Ran just made to the position beside him, patted the place where his buttocks sat, and looked at Wen Ran: "Sit."

Wen Ran had a question mark on his face: "Boss, what do you mean?"

He repeated impatiently: "Let you sit down."

"It's okay to sit, but there's no need to sit so close to you, right? I'm full of street spirit, I'm afraid I'll tarnish you."

"One more word of nonsense, and I'll find something to gag your mouth."

"..."