The new contract wife was pregnant and fled

Fu Chenlie raised his eyes and glanced at her, but said nothing.

Jiang Wanning smiled suddenly, and asked impatiently: "You don't love her, do you?"

He had a gloomy face, and his tone was cold: "I don't need to worry about whether I love my wife or not. You just need to know that you are a thing of the past for me."

After leaving this sentence, the man and Jiang Wanning passed by.

He walked to the elevator, pressed the elevator, and went upstairs.

Jiang Wanning froze in place, the smile on his face disappeared little by little, replaced by more unwillingness and anger.

She stared at the direction where Fu Chenlie left, and secretly swore in her heart——

Never leave it alone!

……

After Wen Ran went upstairs, he returned to the driver's lounge.

Although he kept his head down while reading a book, he basically didn't read a single word.

Her mind was full of what Jiang Wanning and Fu Chenlie said downstairs, and she was afraid that Jiang Wanning's few words would shake Fu Chenlie's determination to be with her.

This feeling of a heart fluttering is really tormenting.

After an unknown amount of time, the sound of the door opening "squeaked" outside came to my ears.

Wen Ran suddenly looked up——

Fu Chenlie walked in, with an indescribable sense of indifference all over his body, his face was extremely dull, as if he had something on his mind, but he was in a state of emptiness.

He didn't even glance towards the driver's lounge as he made his way to the desk.

Looking at him, Wen Ran could probably guess what Jiang Wanning said that affected him.

As for the specific content, she couldn't judge.

She just felt that the reason why some things always make people faintly worried is because it does have the ability to shake people's hearts.

It can be seen that Jiang Wanning's weight in his heart is still very heavy.

This afternoon, Wen Ran was in a relatively normal mood.

Until five o'clock in the afternoon, Fu Chenlie came to call her off work.

On the way back to Huandao Villa, the carriage was always quiet. Wen Ran tried several times to speak to him, whatever she wanted, but she always felt that there was a thorn stuck between the two of them, making it difficult for her to speak.

When the car stopped at the villa around the island, she finally turned to look at him: "Honey, why didn't you talk all the way, what were you thinking?"

"It's nothing."

"Did Miss Jiang tell you something at noon?"

Fu Chenlie hooked his lips and smiled: "What? Do you mind?"

"To be honest, I don't mind, I'm afraid."

"What are you afraid of?"

Wen Ran looked away from his face, and looked through the windshield on the swaying sycamore tree branches outside, with a bit of resentment and depression in his eyes: "I'm afraid she had some reason to leave back then, I'm afraid she hasn't done it in the past two years. There is a big reason for coming back, I am afraid that you will feel sorry for her and want to get back together with her, so you don't want me anymore."

The man stretched out his long arm to hold her hand, and comforted him: "Madam, don't think too much, it's nothing."

The latter turned back to meet his gaze: "Really?"

Fu Chenlie said "um": "She just said that she left me a letter when she left that year, and I said I didn't receive it, and there was nothing else, so you don't have to think about it, and don't bother me anymore, huh?"

"She left you a letter?"

"Ah."

Wen Ran asked again: "Then do you know the contents of the letter now?"

While squeezing her soft hand, he answered the question in a deep voice: "I don't know yet."

The latter pursed his lips and said in an unclear manner: "Since Miss Jiang left you a letter, it wasn't considered leaving without saying goodbye back then. Don't you want to reconcile with her?"