The new contract wife was pregnant and fled

Fu Chenlie returned to his senses.

When he met her gaze, there was a smile on the corner of his mouth: "I am more willing than anyone else to be able to serve Mrs. Fu, but I want to know, what are you going to do?"

"That's my business, so I don't want to disclose it."

"You asked me to help you, and you still want to act without telling me?"

The smile on the corner of Wen Ran's mouth was cold and indifferent: "Mr. Fu, don't forget, you asked me for the opportunity to help me."

Fu Chenlie frowned.

Talking so meanly is different from Wen Ran five years ago.

But he felt that this kind of her made him more eager to conquer than five years ago.

The man no longer cared about her concealment: "Okay, I promise you, when do you want the celebration banquet to be?"

"It will be three days later, please Mr. Fu prepare it grandly, I want to give Miss Jiang a good surprise."

"You won't disappoint your wife."

Wen Ran scoffed coldly, too lazy to correct his address.

Having said that, she asked Fu Chenlie: "Can you give me the recording pen now?"

"of course."

With that said, he got up, went to the desk, took out the recording pen from the drawer, returned to the sofa and handed it to Wen Ran himself.

Wen Ran reached out to pick it up.

Seeing that she was about to take it over, his hand moved forward abruptly.

In an instant, the man's dry fingertips touched her fingertips, and the long-lost familiarity made her feel a numbness that hit the bottom of her heart.

Wen Ran's face changed slightly, and he snatched the recording pen away, and said hastily, "I'm going first."

The moment she turned around, she was still thinking——

Did they run into each other by accident?

Or... Fu Chenlie did it on purpose? !

Before the answer was clear, the way forward was blocked by a man.

Wen Ran didn't expect that he would suddenly walk in front of her, because her steps were too fast, she almost bumped into him, and when she stopped, she even staggered a bit.

Fu Chenlie reached out to support her arm, and she stood still.

The woman withdrew her hand immediately, and looked at him coldly and distantly: "Is there anything else to do, Mr. Fu?"

"Why are you in such a hurry?"

"Otherwise, when should I be alone with you?"

He opened his mouth to propose: "Let's have lunch together?"

Wen Ran asked unceremoniously: "Do you think I can eat when I look at you now?"

The man's face changed slightly, and he frowned and said, "You hate me so much? You hate me so badly?!"

She chuckled and asked back: "Now you think my words are ugly? Does Mr. Fu still remember that five years ago, you forced you to marry me because you were dissatisfied with your grandma, and every time you criticized and suppressed my dissatisfaction?"

The displeasure in Fu Chenlie's eyes gradually dissipated, replaced by a guilty conscience.

Five years ago, he never thought that one day the two would switch roles, and he became the one who was suppressed by words.

After regaining consciousness, the man looked like he knew he was wrong, and his tone of voice was much gentler: "I blamed you at the beginning, and it was my fault. What about you now? Do you really hate me so much?"

Wen Ran categorically said: "Yes, a husband who is always absent when I need it most, a husband who has let the murderer go for five years, I hate so much that I gritted my teeth and penetrated to the marrow of my bone."

At the end of this, the woman who has always rejected Fu Chenlie took a step closer to him, and looked at him coldly: "But I am very surprised, why Mr. Fu obeyed Jiang Wanning, the savior five years ago, but now he is much colder , Why, Jiang Wanning hasn't captured you for five years?!"