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

Fu Yuheng's words made everyone in the audience feel cold all over, and the whole place suddenly fell silent.

When facing Wen Zhihe, Fu Yuheng's eyes were as gentle as water, and he reached out to touch her face, "Zhizhi, I'm sorry, I made you feel wronged."

She shook her head with a faint smile on her lips. "It's okay. The mouths are on other people's bodies. They can say whatever they want. I can't control it. Others can say whatever they want. Don't worry about them. We just need to live our own lives."

Fu Yuheng kissed her lips lovingly.

His wife was too kind. She didn't care what they said. But he would never let those people go if they hurt his wife! He would make sure they would be jailed for life!

Wen Zhihe indulged in his kiss, her heart filled with sweetness.

Everyone in the audience opened their mouths in surprise, and took out their cameras to take pictures of the two people on the stage.

"The president of Fu Group is so handsome. I envy their love so much!"

"Yes, yes, I didn't expect that the president of Fu Group loves his wife so much! He protects his wife so much! What kind of fairy tale love is this? It's too happy!"

“May their love last forever!”

Everyone in the audience was fed a handful of dog food.

Suddenly a reporter asked, "Hello, Mr. Fu, seeing how loving you are, do you have any good advice on marriage that you can give us for reference?"

Fu Yuheng put his arm around Wen Zhihe's waist and answered the questions raised by the reporter friends in a deep and sexy voice.

He said to the camera, "happy wife, happy life"

Only when my wife is happy can my life be comfortable.

After saying this, he left the press conference with his wife.

The audience was boiling again.

Assistant Xu Qingan, who was standing in the audience, was also fed some dog food by his own president.

As expected of Mr. Fu!

It seems that if you want to be rich, you have to listen to your wife.

But he doesn't even have a girlfriend yet.

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In the Fu family manor.

The old lady sitting on the sofa in the living room was watching the video on her mobile phone, her mouth smiling so much that it almost reached the back of her head.

"This brat is right. He is worthy of being a child of my Fu family."

A good wife is the real good.

The old lady immediately gave a big thumbs up.

The most important thing about the Fu family is that they love their wives.

If you can't even do this, you are not a member of her Fu family.

When Mrs. Meng saw it, she happily gave a thumbs up.

Butler Zhao and everyone in the Fu family manor gave thumbs up in support.

The young master is so handsome, and he is so nice to the young mistress. He is worthy of being the young master of their family!

The black Rolls-Royce was driving smoothly on the road.

Sitting in the car, Fu Yuheng hugged Wen Zhihe's waist. Wen Zhihe leaned her head on his shoulder and suddenly asked, "Ah Heng, can I ask you a question?"

Fu Yuheng said: "Well, Madam, please go ahead."

Wen Zhihe sat up, looked at him and asked, "When did you start to like me?"

Fu Yuheng turned sideways, with the corners of his lips raised, "Kiss me first, and I'll tell you."

Why is this guy being so naughty again? Wen Zhihe looked at the driver in front of her, lowered her head shyly and pouted, "I won't kiss you."

The driver reached out and pressed a button to raise the rear seat panel.

Young Master, Young Madam, just do whatever you want, just pretend he doesn't exist.

I was fed a lot of dog food by my boss again today. I feel so full.

Fu Yuheng looked at Wen Zhihe and teased her, "It seems that Madam doesn't want to know."

Wen Zhihe's face was hot, and she wanted to know the answer very much. She shyly kissed him on the cheek, "Is this okay now?"

“Maybe it’s when you get fat.”

“Getting fat?”

"Um."

“Am I fat?”

How come she couldn't feel that she had gained weight? Wen Zhihe took a look at her own figure and it was clear that she was not fat at all.

Fu Yuheng couldn't help but raise his lips when he saw his wife's lovely appearance. He held her hand and placed it on his chest. "Then why is the weight of Madam becoming more and more important in my heart?"

When Wen Zhihe heard his words, the blush on her face deepened. She punched his chest with her little fist and said, "You are so annoying. Where did you learn this? You are becoming more and more indecent. You only know how to tease me."

In fact, he didn't know when he started to like her.

Maybe after seeing her for the first time, there was no room for anyone else in his eyes.

Fu Yuheng's eyes curved as he grabbed her restless hands and pulled her into his arms. He continued to hold her in a low and pleasant voice, "What the heart decides, the mouth can't solve. I will spend the rest of my life telling you."

After saying that, he placed a kiss on her forehead.

During lunch, the old lady made an appointment to have tea with her good sister.

At the dining table, Fu Yuheng held Wen Zhihe in his arms, carefully picked out the fish bones for her with his bony fingers, and then fed the fresh and tender fish meat into her mouth.

Fu Yuheng smiled and asked, "Is it delicious?"

Wen Zhihe was really not used to sitting on his lap to eat. Besides, there were so many servants in the house coming in and out watching her, which was so embarrassing.

"Mm, it's delicious, Ah Heng, I'll do it myself."

Wen Zhihe chewed the delicious fish and wanted to get off his legs, but Fu Yuheng didn't give her the chance.

Fu Yuheng hugged her tighter, "Why, are you not satisfied with your husband's service?"

Wen Zhihe waved her hands quickly and said with a smile, "No, no, I am satisfied. Very satisfied."

Very satisfied, extremely satisfied, couldn't be more satisfied.

The man never let go of her since he came back.

He has been holding me all the time, and even now during lunch time he is still holding me tightly, as if he is afraid that I will run away.

Is it appropriate for her, a grown-up woman, to sit on his lap while eating?

I am not a three-year-old child. I don’t need President Fu to feed me personally when I eat.

She was truly flattered.

Fu Yuheng looked at her and asked softly, "What else do you want to eat? Your husband will feed you."

Wen Zhihe sat on his legs, it was like a furnace roasting her, "I don't want to eat anymore."

Fu Yuheng asked, "Are you full?"

Wen Zhihe nodded quickly, "Yeah, I'm full."

Are you still not full? She had been fed by him for almost an hour, and her stomach was so bloated that it was about to burst. If she ate any more, she would probably turn into a pig.

Fu Yuheng picked up the napkin and gently wiped his mouth clean, then curled the corners of his lips and said, "My wife is full, it's my turn to eat now."

Does he eat?

Wen Zhihe looked into his deep black eyes, which were filled with heat that seemed to ignite her as well.

She couldn't help but understand, her ears turned red.

Before she could resist and get off his legs, Fu Yuheng picked her up and left the dining table.

"Ah Heng, please put me down."

She struggled, but... to no avail. She was still carried up to the second floor.

Wen Zhihe said, "Not tonight!"

"Why not? Are you afraid that I'm too good? Don't worry, honey, we'll only do it three times tonight."

three times!

God!

Does this bastard know what he is talking about?

Will she still be able to survive after three times?

Not to mention three times, not even once!

Just finished it yesterday and I’m doing it again tonight!

Does he know how to exercise moderation?

"You will hurt your body if you do this, and you will not be able to do it!"

"No, haha." Fu Yuheng lowered his head close to her earlobe, his voice low and deep, tinged with desire, "Wife, tonight I will let you know whether I can do it or not."