The new contract wife was pregnant and fled

Wen Ran looked at Fu Chenlie asking himself seriously, and felt his heart beating.

She staggered his gaze, and she didn't know if it was true or not and said: "My heart hurts, I love you to death, you are my husband, I don't love you, who else loves you?"

After saying that, Wen Ran took his hand from under the faucet and looked at it: "It's a little red, but it hasn't bubbled yet. Do you feel any pain? Is it serious?"

"It doesn't hurt."

"You wait, I'll get toothpaste and put it on for you."

Before Fu Chenlie could say "yes", she had already got up to look for toothpaste.

He looked at her back, pondered what she said just now that she felt sorry for him, and unconsciously judged the truth of it.

Soon, Wen Ran came over with toothpaste.

She squeezed it onto her hand first, then naturally pulled Fu Chenlie's hand, and wiped it gently.

He watched her movements: "Can this work?"

"It works and doesn't foam when applied."

"I don't know if it will foam or not, but Mrs. Fu, the movement of you pulling my hand is getting smoother and smoother."

Hearing these words, Wen Ran paused in the act of wiping toothpaste on his hands.

She looked at him: "I... I just look at your hand because I was burned, and I don't want you to get hurt. I don't mean anything else."

"You can have other meanings."

"What do you mean by that?"

Fu Chenlie snorted lightly, and handed the half-applied toothpaste hand to her eyes: "Can you still wipe it off?"

"You wipe it yourself." After leaving this sentence, Wen Ran turned around and went back to the stone bench for dinner.

But the wrist was held by his other hand.

Fu Chenlie is a man, with great strength, and he is determined to pull Wen Ran back.

Therefore, as soon as the man exerted his strength, Wen Ran fell into his arms.

She was as frightened as a frightened rabbit, and quickly got out of his arms: "What are you doing? Don't touch me at my house."

Fu Chenlie chuckled, and held his hand in front of her eyes, and said in a deep and pleasant voice: "Your hand is already stained with toothpaste, why let me touch it again? You come."

She looked at him helplessly, and obediently spread the toothpaste on his hands evenly.

After painting, Fu Chenlie raised his hand to appreciate it: "It looks quite disgusting."

"...You don't care if it's disgusting or not, just say, does it feel icy cold?"

"A bit."

Wen Ran looked at him and said, "That's good, that means the toothpaste is working, let's go, eat noodles."

Fu Chenlie said "hmm", and followed her back to the stone table.

At this time, the old lady also came out with a bowl of noodles. While walking towards the stone table and bench, she looked at Fu Chenlie and said, "Little Fu, are your hands alright?"

"It's okay, grandma, don't worry."

"Have you put on toothpaste?"

Fu Chenlie responded: "It's been wiped off, Ran Ran wiped it off herself."

Just as Wen Ran was about to eat noodles, when he heard him call her "Ran Ran" so naturally, his eyes froze a bit, and he glanced at him from the corner of his eye, thinking that this man is quite talented in acting, so when he called her "Ran Ran", it would be natural It has to be the same as it has been called thousands of times.

For some reason, she felt that Fu Chenlie was scalded by the noodle soup, and her tone of voice became much gentler.

Weird.

Wen Ran collected her thoughts and lowered her head to eat the noodles.

After taking a sip, she felt instantly satisfied from body to heart.

After swallowing the noodles, Wen Ran let out a long sigh of relief, and looked at the old lady with a smile on his face: "Grandma, the stewed noodles you made are so delicious, I want to eat another bowl later."