Crippled Master's Young Wife

Looking at the man with good temperament in front of him, Jiang Yunling frowned slightly and subconsciously blocked Xia Ling.

Fu Yunting stood still in front of him, and a trace of irony flashed in his inky eyes. "Young master Jiang, you like to pester a married woman?"

Jiang Yunling, the second son of Jiang's group, doesn't like business and is good at dancing, writing and writing. He is a handsome young man with a lot of style.

Jiang Yunling's information flashed in his mind. Fu Yunting's thin red lips bent, showing more ridicule.

It seems that his newly married wife has great charm, which can fascinate Jiang Yunling, who is known as a talented man in Haicheng.

"Are you?"

Jiang Yunling is suspicious and determines that she has not seen Fu Yunting.

Fu Yunting hooked his lips and didn't answer him. He just glanced at Xia Ling behind him, and the silent sense of oppression spread in an instant.

Xia Ling only felt that the line of sight was too sharp and more frightening in the dark night.

She quickly walked out from behind Jiang Yunling and came to Fu Yunting's side.

Take a deep breath and look at Jiang Yunling with beautiful apricot eyes. "President Jiang, I repeat, I'm married. Please don't pester me again in the future."

She and he will never go back.

That's it.

"No, Lingling, I..."

Jiang Yunling doesn't want to let go. She reaches out to touch Xia Ling, but Fu Yunting blocks her.

"Young master Jiang, can't you understand people? She's married. Don't be so tasteless."

Being interrupted again and again, Jiang Yunling's heart was filled with depression. "Who the hell are you? You are so lenient? Why don't you go away?"

"Who am I?"

Fu Yunting grabbed Xia Ling's hand and strode away, "Xia Ling, tell him, am I qualified to take care of you?"

Even if he was not the one he liked, he would not allow her to show off outside under the title of Mrs. Fu.

"Hey, Fu Ershao, you let go."

"Let go of what? Do you still want to talk with other men in the street? Don't forget your identity."

“......”

Behind him, Jiang Yunling wanted to catch up, but when he heard Fu Er Shao in Xia Ling's mouth, he suddenly understood that the man just now was Fu's family.

He opened his mouth and watched the thin figure stuffed into the car by Fu Yunting. Finally, his thin lips closed tightly and his fists clenched.

She's married.

His beloved woman is married!

Why is that?

In the car, Fu Yunting opened a button between his neck and his eyebrows and eyes were gloomy.

"Fu Ershao, I'm still at work. I can't just go."

Xia Lingxiu frowned and reached out to open the door.

With a snap, the car was locked.

Fu Yunting glanced at her coldly, took out his mobile phone and dialed out.

"Help me tell Han Lin that I have something to go first. Also, go to the staff lounge and help Xia Ling send her clothes back to Fu's house."

At the other end of the phone, Fu Xichen, who received the call, looked confused.

What happened?

Big brother met his sister-in-law?

It seems that my sister-in-law does a part-time job here?

In the car, Fu Yunting, who hung up the phone, stepped on the accelerator without saying a word, and the car drove out like an arrow.

The fast speed made Xia Ling tighten the seat belt on her chest. The chaotic mood made her unable to quarrel with Fu Yunting. She just looked out of the window silently, and a trace of sadness flashed on her beautiful face.

Without hearing the woman's voice, Fu Yunting glanced at her. When he saw the trace of sadness around her, the corners of his mouth immediately burst into a sneer.

It seems that his new wife is still thinking about her first love.

His good grandmother, don't you know what she's good at?

The anger in his heart was imminent. Fu Yunting stepped on the accelerator to the bottom, and the car roared more fiercely.

The sudden speed made Xia Ling take a breath.

She hurriedly looked at Fu Yunting, "Fu Ershao, can you slow down?"

Driving so fast, she was about to throw up.

Fu Yunting turned a deaf ear. The cool sports car ran down the broad street and tore a dazzling long mark under the wandering light.

Half an hour later, the car came to a stop.

The car lock was opened. Xia Ling covered her mouth and couldn't wait to open the door. She quickly ran to the roadside under the tree and vomited wildly.

Annoying man, she's dying.

He has a grudge against her!

Xia Ling's heart was full of stomach Fei. When he vomited to his stomach and had no goods, only water, he gasped and straightened his waist.

Looking ahead, he saw that Fu Yunting's tall figure was striding towards the Fu family. He was full of arrogance and didn't pay attention to her at all.

Hoo!

I want to hit him!

Xia Ling waved his powder fist, and his eyes were dizzy with a trace of thin anger. He quickly walked up.

After entering the door of Fu's house, Xia Ling looked left and right. Did you see Fu Yunting's figure.

"Young lady is back?"

Zhang's mother greeted her with a smile. Xia Ling smiled at her, "Zhang's mother, I'll go upstairs first."

What about Fu Ershao?

Did you go upstairs to report to Fu Yunting?

Xia Ling lowered her eyes and looked at her dress. A trace of helplessness flashed on her beautiful face.

I wonder if Fu Yunting will kick himself out after listening to someone's small report.

He hurried upstairs and came to the bedroom door. Xia Ling pasted it on the door and listened carefully to the movement inside, but he couldn't hear a sound.

No conversation. Aren't they in the room?

Xia Ling twisted her eyebrows and just wanted to stand up straight. It was cold. The door was suddenly opened. Unexpectedly, she bumped into one's arms.

A man's cold fragrance came from his nose. Xia Ling was startled and hurriedly stood up straight.

Lifting his eyes, he saw Fu Yunting looking down at himself with a cold face.

"Sorry, I..."

Xia Ling rubbed the hurt head, and a trace of annoyance flashed on her little face.

"Oh, I really have you."

Fu Yunting copied his pocket with both hands, and a trace of mockery flashed in his deep eyes. "Throw yourself into a hug when facing a man. Is that your usual style?"

Xia Ling: "

Is he reasonable?

It was an accident, okay?

"Fu Ershao, please don't slander me! This is my husband's room. I want to ask you, what are you doing in our room? Are you a thief?"

Why should she be polite to a man who slanders herself?

If he ridicules her for her bad style, she will slander him as a thief!

"You..."

Fu Yunting's face sank, looking at the beautiful little face in front of him and grinding his teeth.

How many faces does this woman have.

Sure enough, the gentleness and gentleness at the first meeting were all pretended.

"I'm the Fu family. Our brothers are as good as one. I'll go in if I want."

Fu Yunting glanced at her coldly, turned and strode into the bedroom.

"Hey, are you still in?"

Xia Ling hurried in and looked around, but she didn't find her husband.

Isn't Fu Yunting at home?

Suddenly, Xia Ling stepped back with some vigilance.