Crippled Master's Young Wife

In the master bedroom, Xia Ling lovingly cut the steak into small pieces for Fu Yunting to eat.

"Mr. Fu, have a try?"

This is her carefully cooked food. I don't know whether it suits him or not.

Women's eyebrows and eyes are soft, and a pair of apricot eyes are bright and full of expectation, which makes people's heart soft all at once.

Fu Yunting's eyes moved slightly, pressed his voice and said, "feed me."

Smelling the speech, Xia Ling skillfully sent the food to his mouth and watched him swallow the food in his mouth. "How?"

The woman's expression of praise made Fu Yunting tick his lips imperceptibly.

"Is it because of Fu's outsourcing project that I flatter me so hard?"

I was determined to disappoint her, but look at her performance tonight

Xia Ling was stunned, thought and said, "I didn't flatter. I married into the Fu family. No matter who you think of me, I have the obligation to take care of you. But..."

"But what?"

Fu Yunting's black eyes narrowed slightly, and a trace of interest flashed in his eyes.

"If Mr. Fu can say hello to Fu Ershao and hand over the outsourcing project to Xia, I will repay you in my life."

She didn't expect this, but now that she's talking about it, why does she want to talk.

"Repay me by being an ox and a horse? You are the servant I bought. Isn't it your duty to take care of me?"

Fu Yunting hissed softly and looked at the woman's low brow, with his black eyes moving. "Listen to my brother, he helped you point out the design draft? You see, my brother is handsome and talented. You really don't feel a little excited about him?"

Hearing the speech, Xia Lingxiu frowned, "Mr. Fu, do you need me to say it again? Fu Ershao is your brother, I'm her sister-in-law, I'm not so crazy."

Not so crazy!

Fu Yunting felt comfortable and uncomfortable.

Contradictory psychology began to haunt again.

Does she really have no feelings for him?

"Don't you want to win Fu's outsourcing project? If he asked you to stay with him for one night, he would give you the project. What would you do?"

"Mr. Fu!"

Xia Ling suddenly stood up and flashed a trace of anger in her water eyes. "Even if you hate me, you can't insult me like this. In your eyes, am I such a casual woman?"

"But don't you want to win this project? There is a shortcut. Why not?"

Fu Yunting watched the woman blow up her hair with great interest, and his evil taste suddenly arose.

"A shortcut?"

Xia Ling bit her lip, walked slowly to Fu Yunting, squatted down, hardened her scalp, held the man's warm hand, and put his hand on her face.

"The quickest shortcut is here, isn't it? You are the eldest young master of Fu. You have a noble status. It's better to please you than to please others. I think you don't hate me, do you?"

Just before dinner, he didn't fake his lust. She was gambling that he was just testing her.

A woman's small face has delicate skin, and a pair of apricot eyes are sparkling, which makes people feel rippling.

Is she seducing him?

How brave!

Fu Yunting hooked his lips, quickly pulled out his hand and said sarcastically, "don't seduce people without that charming color! Remember, you are married. Don't talk to other men again, do you hear?"

"Yes."

Xia Ling pursed her lips, secretly vomited in her heart and said tentatively, "what about the project?"

"Oh, Xia Ling, didn't you mean to flatter me? Didn't you see that the dinner you sent is going to be cold?"

Fu Yunting stared at her and began to be impatient.

"Oh, shall I feed you?"

"Go out and see you spoil my appetite."

Xia Ling: "

Well, the young master's temper is starting to break out again.

So does the project have a play or no play?