The new contract wife was pregnant and fled

Fu Chenlie stopped after kissing enough, brushed her thin lips against her ear, and bit her ear as punishment.

Wen Ran was agitated by this sudden movement, and subconsciously reached out to push him.

But the man pressed her waist hard, and the voice in her ear was very magnetic: "Don't agree to Tan Qiming, or I will sexually harass you, do you hear me?"

There was a bit of threat in the tone, but also a bit of childish arrogance.

She frowned, and stretched out her hand to squeeze the flesh on the inside of his arm.

"Hiss—" the man made a sound in pain.

Wen Ran took advantage of his pain and pushed him away.

The man met her gaze and chuckled.

The latter raised his hand and wiped his lips hard with the back of his hand, as if to wipe away the traces of his kiss.

Fu Chenlie frowned slightly.

Wen Ran gouged him out and walked away.

His unclear voice sounded behind him: "You didn't promise Tan Qiming at all, did you?"

She stopped.

When she looked back at him, the woman's eyes were somewhat indifferent, and she changed the subject when she spoke: "Mr. Fu, please control your emotions in the future. I'm not your employee, and I don't accept your criticism unconditionally." Obligation, and also, a man who can't even control his emotions is not worthy of being my daughter's father."

"I lost control because I cared too much about you. I usually have good self-control."

"Then don't care about me so much, and have better self-control."

He frowned slightly.

Wen Ran pulled the corner of her lips lightly: "I like men with stable emotions."

Fu Chenlie's eyes moved slightly.

She likes emotionally stable men?

Tell her so bluntly, is he going to work hard in that direction, and then plan to like him?

This cognition finally made the man crawl out of the depths of his heart with a little bit of joy.

As soon as Wen Ran entered the living room, Little Lemon's voice rang out: "Mom, where's Uncle Fu?"

"outside."

"Is he leaving?"

Wen Ran glanced at her.

Seeing the worry in her daughter's eyes, she knew that she didn't want Fu Chenlie to leave.

"Don't go." The man's voice suddenly sounded.

She glanced back from the corner of her eye, and saw that he had already stood behind her at some point.

Wen Ran didn't speak, and walked towards the sofa.

Little Lemon took her hand after he came over: "Mom, hug!"

The latter hugged her up: "Are you tired from playing?"

Little Lemon nodded: "What shall we have for dinner?"

"What do you want to eat?"

"I want to eat fried shredded squid made by Uncle Fu."

Wen Ran, "..."

Fu Chenlie sat down next to Wen Ran, glanced at her red lips inexplicably, then the corners of his mouth curled up a little, looked at Little Lemon and said, "Okay, Uncle Fu will make fried shredded squid for you tonight."

Little Lemon smiled happily: "That's great."

After laughing, she put her arms around Wen Ran's neck and stared at Fu Chenlie: "Uncle Fu, do you want to live here at night?"

Wen Ran glanced at the little man in his arms and frowned slightly.

The man was very happy, and he pursed his lips and said, "It depends on your mother. If your mother lets me live here, I can live here. If your mother doesn't allow me, I have to go."

"Mom..." Little Lemon looked at her.

Wen Ran met her gaze: "Mom and Uncle Fu are divorced. He is an outsider and cannot live with us."

"I'm not going to say that."

"Really? What is Little Lemon going to say?"

Little Lemon stretched out her short hand and pointed to her lips: "Why is Mom's mouth red?"