After the flash marriage, the fierce Jiuye kissed and hugged every day

Wen Zhihe's abdomen was hit hard by someone's sharp weapon.

It was hard and hot, and it hurt her abdomen.

As soon as she moved a little, Fu Yuheng couldn't help but let out a low groan from his throat, "Don't move."

Their chests were beating violently, intertwining with each other, and the heat filled the surroundings.

A blush suddenly appeared on Fu Yuheng's handsome face. His obsidian pupils flickered with helpless embarrassment as he stared at the woman who was moving on top of him.

Whenever he was close to her, his heart would start beating uncontrollably.

It's totally out of his control.

He is already confused.

Wen Zhihe, who was lying on Fu Yuheng, had a more obvious blush on her face after she came to her senses.

Her body froze, and she dared not move as she lay on his hot body. Both of them breathed faster, each heavier than the other.

At this moment, an inopportune cell phone ringtone suddenly rang, breaking the ambiguous atmosphere filled with pink bubbles.

The two people's thoughts were gradually drawn back to reality by the sudden ringing of the bell.

Wen Zhihe quickly got up from Fu Yuheng, her face flushed, and ran to the side, breathing in deep gulps of fresh air.

In order to prevent her from falling to the ground and getting hurt, Fu Yuheng ended up becoming her meat cushion.

As a result, his waist hit the smooth and hard floor.

It was a bit painful, so he supported his injured waist with one hand and slowly stood up.

He walked to the transparent glass table in the bedroom, bent down and picked up his vibrating cell phone.

Fu Yuheng, with red ears, took his cell phone and went to the study.

Wen Zhihe saw Fu Yuheng leave the bedroom.

She was still nervous and tried hard to calm her racing heart.

Is there a little rabbit living in there? Why does it love to jump around so much?

He kept jumping around all the time.

Wen Zhihe used her palms to fan her red cheeks.

She walked to the table, poured herself a glass of boiled water, tilted her head back and gulped down the whole glass, but she still felt a little thirsty.

She poured herself a few glasses of boiled water and drank until her belly became fatter.

This calmed the heat in my heart.

In the study, Fu Yuheng, standing in front of the desk, answered the phone and asked coldly, "What's the matter?"

"Boss Fu, the things you asked us to do have been done."

On the other end of the phone, Xu Qingan, with a slight smile on his face, reported to his boss that his task had been completed.

Fu Yuheng's brows were covered with a layer of ice, "No more?"

Why does it sound like Mr. Fu is very angry?

Xu Qingan: "Well, no more."

Fu Yuheng, "Assistant Xu, your bonus for this month is gone."

After saying that, Fu Yuheng hung up the phone.

Xu Qingan on the other end of the phone was left with a confused look on his face.

? ? ? ? ? ? ? ? ?

what does it mean?

Why is there no bonus this month?

Did he just say something wrong?

When Xu Qingan heard that the bonus was gone, he began to doubt his life.

He tried hard to recall whether he had said anything wrong just now.

I thought about it once, twice, and three times, but I didn’t realize that I said anything wrong?

Then why did Mr. Fu deduct his bonus this month for no reason?

Xu Qingan’s head was filled with many questions???

Who can be kind enough to tell him why?

Assistant Xu was in a confused state, worried and unable to get out of it. Poor him, he couldn't get out of it at all.

After Fu Yuheng hung up the phone, he went to the cloakroom and got a pair of black underwear.

When passing by the bedroom, I found that Wen Zhihe was not there.

He went into the bathroom with the underwear.

The cold water poured down and poured onto his hot body.

I felt better in the bathroom.

After venting his anger, he walked out of the bathroom, changed into clean home clothes, and went downstairs.

The sun hid quietly, a crescent moon climbed up the sky, the night sky was dotted with stars, and the whole city was immersed in darkness.

Wen Zhihe and the old lady walked in from outside, with bright smiles on their faces, looking very happy.

Mrs. Meng prepared dinner and brought it to the table with the servants.

Seeing Fu Yuheng, Mrs. Meng stepped forward, nodded respectfully and greeted him, then went back to her work.

The old lady and Wen Zhihe went to the bathroom on the first floor hand in hand and washed their hands before eating.

After washing, we returned to the dining table and sat down together.

Being with my grandson's wife, I feel inexplicably happier.

Whenever she thought about the hard life her granddaughter-in-law had lived before, she felt so heartbroken.

What a good child, how could he have such parents and grow up in such a bastard family? The child is so pitiful.

Now that she has married into the Fu family, she will definitely treat her well, pamper her, and give her all her love.

Let your children live a happy and carefree life in the future.

During the meal, Fu Yuheng wanted Wen Zhihe to sit next to him, and the chair was pulled out for her, waiting for her to sit down.

But the old lady pulled her beloved granddaughter-in-law and the two of them sat together.

Just happened to be sitting opposite Fu Yuheng.

You little rascal, you have been monopolizing my granddaughter-in-law the whole day today and are still trying to snatch her away from her.

The old lady didn't spend enough time with her granddaughter-in-law today.

Now that she has finally waited for the opportunity to eat, she wants to sit with her grandson's wife. If you're smart, don't compete with her.

The old lady gave Fu Yuheng a look like a sword, which scared Fu Yuheng so much that he immediately lowered his head and ate obediently.

However, when Wen Zhihe didn’t sit next to him, Fu Yuheng had no appetite and felt unmotivated to eat.

The dinner that Mrs. Meng cooked today wasn't as delicious as before.

The old lady enthusiastically served soup and picked up dishes for Wen Zhihe, taking very good care of her.

Wen Zhihe's eyes became moist as she ate the food her grandmother picked for her.

Grandma was really good to her, and she didn’t know how to repay her.

Thinking about leaving in a year, will grandma be sad?

No matter what happens during this year, she must make her grandma happy and live up to her grandma's kindness to her.

Fu Yuheng wanted to pick up some food for Wen Zhihe who was sitting opposite him, but he didn't even have a chance.

Wen Zhihe's plate was filled to the brim with food that grandma had picked up, and there was no more room.

After dinner, Fu Yuheng and Wen Zhihe went upstairs.

In the bedroom, Fu Yuheng suddenly handed Wen Zhihe a card.

Wen Zhihe looked at the card in front of him, with a little more doubt in his eyes, "Mr. Fu, what are you doing?"

"For you."

Wen Zhihe didn't know why he suddenly gave her a card. The card her grandmother gave her last time was still kept by her.

Today he gave her another card.

"Give me?"

Do they have a lot of Fu family cards?

Fu Yuheng said softly, "Hmm."

She is his wife, what's wrong with giving her a card.

What's this woman's reaction?

Shouldn't you be happy?

Why does her face look a little more sad?

Wen Zhihe looked at him and refused, "I can't have it."

What's going on in this woman's head?

Don't even give her money.

If it were any other woman, she would have been extremely excited.

To her, it was like a time bomb, making it so hard for her to accept that she stepped away.

"I'll count to three. If you don't continue, you won't be able to sleep tonight."

What does don't sleep mean?

Is this what she meant?

A faint blush crept up Wen Zhihe's face.

Judging from what he said, if she didn't take it today, she might not live past tomorrow.

After weighing the pros and cons, Wen Zhihe obediently accepted the card he handed to her.

Seeing Wen Zhihe accept it, Fu Yuheng's frown finally relaxed.

However, Fu Yuheng felt uncomfortable when he heard someone calling him Mr. Fu.

"We have obtained the marriage certificate and are now husband and wife. You don't need to call me Mr. Fu anymore."

Wen Zhihe, "Then...what's it called?"

Fu Yuheng: "It's up to you."

It doesn’t matter what she calls him. Wen Zhihe thought that someone had called him Master Jiu before, so this title should be okay.

Wen Zhihe, "Master Jiu."

Fu Yuheng frowned slightly, "No."

Calling Mr. Fu is not allowed.

You are not allowed to call me Jiu Ye.

What should I call him then?

Wen Zhihe was a little confused. Oh, she didn't seem to have called him by his name.

Wen Zhihe spoke tentatively, "Fu...Yuheng."

Fu Yuheng, "You can delete a few words."

"Then... Yuheng?"

"Yes, Zhizhi."