The new contract wife was pregnant and fled

Wen Ran didn't know whether Fu Chenlie's words were true or not.

However, when the word "pure girl" came out of her mouth, why did a bunch of indescribable advertisements pop up in her mind?

There was a brief silence in the carriage.

After a while, Wen Ran looked at Fu Chenlie: "Boss, tomorrow is Saturday, can I also rest and not go to work?"

He closed his eyes and meditated while calmly speaking: "The driver takes four days off every month, and if he needs to rest, he should ask for leave at least one day in advance."

Wen Ran didn't raise any objections.

Because she knew it was useless to mention it.

"Then I want to rest on Sunday," she said.

He opened and closed his thin lips and asked, "What are you doing?"

Wen Ran chuckled: "Rest is my basic right as an employee. The four days in January are my holidays. I don't need to tell you where to go, right?"

The man suddenly opened his eyes.

He glanced at her sitting in the driver's seat on his left from the corner of his eye, and the corners of his lips pulled down: "Really?"

Wen Ran said confidently: "Yes."

Unexpectedly, as soon as she finished speaking, he told her domineeringly: "Sunday is not a day off."

She frowned suddenly: "Why?"

"Because I have something to do and I need a driver."

"But you didn't say that just now."

Fu Chenlie adjusted his work schedule, and looked at her indifferently: "Employees need to tell the leader in advance when they ask for leave. This is the rule. But, which company have you ever seen a rule where the leader tells the driver his itinerary in advance?"

Wen Ran gritted her teeth secretly.

After much deliberation, she was still dissatisfied, so she murmured softly, "I became your driver after graduation. I haven't been to any other company. Where have I seen it?"

"Then let me tell you, there is no rule for leaders to report their itinerary to employees."

"Oh."

She was unhappy, took a look at him, and asked again: "Then what do you do on the weekend, what time do you need a driver?"

"Why, what time do I need to use the driver, and the rest of the time are you going to coordinate and do your own thing?"

"I'm going to see my grandma."

Hearing this, Fu Chenlie's expression paused slightly, and the provocative look in his eyes also disappeared.

He withdrew his gaze from her face, stared at the scenery outside the windshield, and said "hmm" lightly: "My plan for the weekend is also to see grandma."

"Okay then, I'll go see my grandma again next weekend."

"I mean, it's your grandma."

Wen Ran was stunned for a moment: "What did you say?"

Did she hear it right? !

He said he was going to see her grandma? !

When he was suspicious, the man was already answering her question unhurriedly: "The last time I called grandma, didn't she say that she invited me to visit your place when I was free? I'm free this weekend."

Wen Ran explained to him patiently: "Actually, my grandma just said it casually."

Fu Chenlie glared at her: "What do you mean? I'm not welcome?"

The latter quickly denied: "No, I didn't expect you to be so concerned about what my grandma said. I thought you hated me so much that you wouldn't want to see my family..."

Fu Chenlie snorted, and threw a sentence to her: "I hate you, it has nothing to do with your grandma, don't pretend to be smart."

Wen Ran, "..."

Why is she pretending to be smart?

It's clear that he usually half-talks and doesn't reveal his thoughts easily. He likes to be guessed by others, but she can't guess him, so she tries to figure it out a little according to her own understanding.

However, he was going to see her grandma, which she didn't expect.

Wen Ran couldn't help but imagine, what would Fu Chenlie, who always liked to give orders in front of her, look like after seeing grandma?