The new contract wife was pregnant and fled

Wen Ran looked at him, but the look in his eyes was much more indifferent than before: "So what if you are unhappy? Why do you think I will greet you with a smile when you keep in touch with Jiang Wanning?"

The man raised his eyebrows slightly: "Are you jealous?"

"I'm not jealous, I'm simply upset. You are clearly my husband, but you are more willing to trust Jiang Wanning than me. So, how can you make me happy?"

"When will I be more willing to believe her?"

Her eyes were a little stubborn, and a little hurt: "You said just now that I thought too much about your Wan Ning, didn't you just want to believe her more?"

Fu Chenlie had a gloomy face and didn't speak for a long time.

In Wen Ran's view, this silence was tacit consent.

She gently hooked the corner of her lower lip, the arc was so faint that he might not have noticed it.

Then, the woman turned around and closed her eyes.

Fu Chenlie quickly hugged her up, with a bit of coaxing in his voice: "Okay, let's not quarrel, didn't we talk about it? Everything will be discussed after the confirmation of her illness on Friday."

Peace of mind is just an attitude, not trust.

In a dispute, a good attitude is important, but trust is the bottom line.

Wen Ran didn't speak.

The man turned off the light in the bedroom, kissed her hair again in the dark, and said "good night" to her in a low voice.

……

The next day, Wen Ran and Fu Chenlie went to work together.

A new driver is on duty.

She no longer has to sit in the driver's seat and drive.

She and Fu Chenlie sat in the back seat together, from the moment they got in the car to when the car drove out of the villa around the island, neither of them spoke.

In fact, going back further, at breakfast today, the restaurant was much quieter than usual.

Wen Ran was in the car, deliberately sitting very close to the car window, and kept staring out of the car window. She was doing her best to ignore Fu Chenlie, and there was still resentment in her heart, and she didn't want to talk to him, not even a single word.

However, Fu Chenlie obviously didn't think so.

He was sitting upright the whole time, and would glance at the woman beside him from time to time. Seeing that she didn't seem to have any intention of talking to him, his expressionless face couldn't help but turn a little cold.

After the car drove about a third of the way, the man finally stared at Wen Ran and said, "You've walked this road countless times, shouldn't you be tired of looking at the scenery outside? Why do you keep staring? Is it uncomfortable to twist?"

Several questions in a row.

Wen Ran heard it all, but didn't look back.

She said lightly: "I used to be a driver, so I had to concentrate on driving and didn't have time to look at the scenery. Now that I finally have some free time, I naturally have to take a good look."

Speaking of this, she smiled inexplicably: "Sometimes I don't look carefully, and I don't know the scenery is like this. I thought it was so good before."

This sounded strange, Fu Chenlie frowned: "What do you mean?"

Wen Ran finally turned around: "I think looking at the scenery is the same as looking at people. When you don't see it clearly, you think it's good, but when you look carefully, you find that it's nothing more than that. What do you think?"

"Madam, are you trying to scold me?"

"In my complete sentence, is there half a dirty word?"

He took her hand and was about to put it to his lips to kiss, when Wen Ran suddenly pulled her away.

The man's handsome face was gloomy, and his eyes were even more aggressive.

Wen Ran didn't resist the oppressive gaze, and explained casually: "I didn't wash my hands after breakfast, it's not clean, so don't touch it, so as not to infect you with bacteria and make you sick."