The new contract wife was pregnant and fled

Fu Chenlie chuckled, stretched out his hand to rub her hair, and said in a deep voice, "No, it's enough for me to have you. You are my wife and the first woman I really have in my life. For me, there is no who is more important than you."

These words are spoken by Fu Chenlie, who is rich and handsome, and is much more pleasant to hear than ordinary people.

Wen Ran's heart skipped a beat when she heard it.

It's just that the promise in her mouth is always nothing, and she also has her own worries and worries.

After regaining consciousness, Wen Ran looked at him and smiled, and said tentatively: "Compared to me, you should like Miss Jiang more, right? Life is only a few decades, isn't following your heart more important than responsibility?"

"What do you mean Ma'am? Do you want to push me away and send me to someone else?"

"I just think that if it's difficult for you to continue being a husband and wife with me, you can file for a divorce, and I won't pester you."

The man stared at her with deep eyes.

After a while, he unbuckled his seat belt and got out of the car. He walked to the driver's seat and opened the door. He got into the car with his upper body and pressed his hand on the back of the seat. He approached Wen Ran with a handsome face and a deep voice. Like saying: "Ran Ran, do you like me?"

Wen Ran subconsciously leaned back, but there was only such a small space in the car, her face was almost pressed against his.

"Hi... I like it." She was a little at a loss, and she seemed nervous when she answered.

Fu Chenlie's dark eyes stared at her motionlessly, and he said seductively: "If you like me, you should try your best to stay by my side instead of pushing me to others, right?"

Wen Ran pursed her lips.

Yes, but also not.

There was a faint smile on her face: "I want to keep you by my side, but your heart is not on me, can I be barely useful?"

"Who said my heart is not with you?"

"You have been looking for Ms. Jiang for two years. Now that she is back, she obviously still has feelings for you. If you love her too, you can be regarded as lovers and get married when you are together. I, Cheng Yaojin, who was killed halfway, shouldn't Be an obstacle to your relationship."

After these words, Fu Chenlie snorted coldly.

Wen Ran frowned: "What are you sneering at?"

The flames in the man's eyes shot out in clusters, staring at her as if he wanted to tear people apart.

She couldn't help it, she tilted her head and wanted to stagger away, but just as her face turned to the right, her chin was pinched, her head was turned back, and her eyes subconsciously met his gaze.

Fu Chenlie's eyes were serious, without saying a word, he lowered his head and grabbed her lips.

Wen Ran was caught off guard, her eyes widened, and when she passively accepted it, she felt that the kiss had a certain sense of punishment, as if it was silently teaching her a lesson.

At the end of the kiss, he bit her.

The smell of rust permeated between the lips and teeth, Wen Ran immediately raised his hand and pushed him away, with a small face wrinkled: "What are you doing?"

After the words fell, he raised his hand to touch his bitten lip.

Fu Chenlie grabbed her hand, glanced at her bleeding lips, and sighed helplessly.

Wen Ran asked impatiently: "I was the one who got hurt, so why do you have to sigh?"

Instead of answering, he asked, "You don't know why I bit you?"

Her lips were still sore, and full of resentment, she said, "You belong to a dog!"

He chuckled, wiped off the blood on her lips with his hands very lightly, and said in a deep voice: "No matter how I say it, I can be regarded as a rare tall, rich and handsome man in Jiangcheng. How many women have been chasing up one after another, why did I get to Mrs. Fu's place? Every time you push me to others, am I so unworthy of your efforts?"