The new contract wife was pregnant and fled

Wen Ran was speechless.

She glared at him, and added to Tan Qiming: "Mr. Tan, I made you the best tea at home."

He smiled: "It's all right."

After saying that, the man tilted his head to meet Fu Chenlie's gaze, and added in a vague way: "It doesn't matter what kind of tea, what matters is who made it."

Fu Chenlie wanted to choke with him, but Wen Ran said directly, "Boss Fu, do you still drink tea?"

"Of course, why not?"

"Okay, then go make tea."

His eyes darkened.

I thought she was going to make tea for him.

The man was displeased, but since the situation between him and Wen Ran had just improved a bit, he tried his best to suppress that displeasure.

He didn't want the warm relationship between the two of them to turn cold again because of his mistake.

Fu Chenlie turned around and went to make tea for himself.

Although he didn't really want to drink.

Tan Qiming watched the man go away, turned his head to look at Wen Ran again, and said with a light smile: "Mr. Fu seems to mind my coming here as a guest."

Fu Chenlie really cared, and it was very obvious.

It's just that she didn't expect Tan Qiming to make it clear.

One by one, it's quite a headache.

After thinking about it, the woman smiled and said, "He's just more straightforward, but it's okay, this is my home, and it's enough for me to welcome you."

"Indeed, after all, what's the relationship between you and Mr. Fu now?"

"Just... the relationship between ex-husband and ex-wife."

Tan Qiming nodded seriously.

He knew that some words should be cut short.

But if you don't ask clearly, the confusion in your heart is too tormenting.

In the end, he still opened his mouth: "I think Mr. Fu's concern for you doesn't just stop at his ex-wife status. You don't seem to reject him as much as before."

Wen Ran looked at Tan Qiming, not knowing how to respond to him for a while.

She knew what he was thinking, but it didn't seem gentlemanly enough to ask about the matter between her and Fu Chenlie so thoroughly.

The woman smiled, and changed the subject when she spoke: "Mr. Tan, let's talk about work."

"Okay, you say."

"I've read the project letter you gave me carefully, and the company has held a meeting to discuss it. The risk is still too high. We may want to do such a project in two years, but right now, r&q has just arrived in Jiangcheng and has not yet established itself. Heels, less willing to take risks."

Tan Qiming was not surprised by this result.

However, he still asked: "Are you...rejecting me?"

Wen Ran rolled her lips: "I'm really sorry, if there is a chance in the future, I will cooperate with Mr. Tan again."

He nodded: "Okay, then next time."

She said "um".

At that time, Fu Chenlie had already made tea and came over.

His eyes shifted from Wen Ran to Tan Qiming: "I heard right just now, Mr. Tan and Ran Ran have finished talking about work, why, why don't you leave? Are you going to stay here for dinner?"

"Fu Chenlie!" Wen Ran called him, the decibels were a little high, with displeasure and warning.

The man frowned and looked at her.

The latter gave him a blank stare: "If you want to stay here, just respect my guests."

Fu Chenlie scoffed coldly.

He put the glass on the tea table with a "snap", then swaggered down on the sofa, crossed his legs, and said nothing.

Little Lemon was startled when she heard the sound of putting the cup down so loudly.

While eating the cake, she looked up at Fu Chenlie, saw that he was also looking at her, then quickly lowered her head, and continued to pick her cake in silence.