Ex-wife strategy: Mr. Fu insists on pampering me

It was still raining heavily outside, and Sheng Mian's voice could be clearly heard in the quiet car.

Fu Yancheng's fingertips paused, and a strange look flashed in his eyes.

Sheng Mian didn't take his reaction into consideration. Anyway, the compliment was just a casual compliment.

She closed her eyes and wanted to rest for a while, but the car bumped a little.

Her head leaned towards him unconsciously, and the distance between them instantly became closer.

On such a rainy day, the road was slippery, causing more cars to be jammed on the road.

After being blocked for half an hour, it slowly started to move.

In order to avoid the embarrassment when the two of them were alone, Sheng Mian chose to close her eyes and sleep lightly during this half hour.

She had not been sleeping well recently, and the sound of rain outside was so hypnotic that she fell asleep without even realizing it.

Qi Shen, who was sitting in the front row, did not notice the atmosphere behind him until he saw another illegally driving car in the mirror.

It hit them instantly, and the whole car jolted forward.

Sheng Mian was hit by this collision and was about to hit the side of the car window.

Fu Yancheng frowned and pulled her back.

The woman's soft and boneless body fell over directly according to the inertia.

Shengmian was sleeping deeply, and felt as if she had touched a "pillow" with a special touch, which was still radiating heat. She subconsciously reached out to hug it, rubbed it, changed into a comfortable position, and fell asleep.

Fu Yancheng's movement of grabbing her arm suddenly froze, and she fell into his arms. At this time, his breath sprayed there at the right time.

That's the last place a man can flirt with.

His eyes darkened, and he squinted his head to look at her.

The woman was sleeping soundly, with her long hair spread out, revealing a palm-sized, delicate side face, with faint dark circles on her eyelids.

The light in the carriage was dim, and when it shone on her face, she looked quiet, weak and touching.

Fu Yancheng stared at her for a while, and simply did not argue with her. Instead, he turned his head to look out the window, trying to calm down the signs of being aroused.

When Sheng Mian woke up, she raised her hand and rubbed her eyes.

When she noticed a chin came into view, she paused and quickly stood up.

Fu Yancheng frowned and raised his chin slightly, "We're here, get down."

I can't tell if it's anger or other emotions.

The rain outside has stopped.

"Mr. Fu, see you next time."

Sheng Mian felt a little embarrassed and didn't dare to look at his expression after saying thank you. After getting off the car, she almost didn't look back and entered her apartment.

Before she entered the room, she felt a strange smell.

The door that was supposed to be closed now cracked open. She stood at the door, having recovered from the embarrassment just now, and cautiously stretched out her hand to push the door open.

The apartment was in a mess, as if a thief had broken into it.

There was also a crack in the bedroom door, but she didn't dare to go in. Instead, she quickly called the police.

When the police arrived, she followed them in to make sure nothing was lost. She was somewhat relieved.

But this apartment is obviously no longer safe. What will happen if a thief comes next time and she happens to be in the room at that time?

It’s really unimaginable for a woman living alone to face that scene.

She packed a few clothes and brought everything she needed for work.

By the time the taxi arrived at the gate of Shanxiao Villa, it was already late.

Sheng Mian paid the money, and the security guard at the gate immediately opened the door respectfully when he saw her.

This was the wedding room that Mr. Fu gave her when she married Fu Yancheng. However, Fu Yancheng himself went abroad and probably had never heard of the existence of this wedding room.