Hidden Marriage Sweet Pampering: The Conglomerate’s Little Wife (My Hidden Wife is Sweet)

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With a "pop", Fu Shiqin's phone fell to the ground and looked at the speaker like a ghost.

"Mu... Mu Weiwei?!"

How could Mu Weiwei's hot-eyed monster be so beautiful and cute? !

Gu Weiwei approached, picked up the phone for him and handed it over.

"Last time I left in a hurry, I didn't have time to hear you call Dad, I should make it up for me today."

Fu Shiqin pointed to the study room exaggeratedly, "My brother... My brother called me..."

After he finished speaking, he took back his phone and ran into the study.

Gu Weiwei turned her head and went to the kitchen to see the porridge she was cooking. Fu Hanzheng had driven her out of the Tianshui Villa earlier.

Now that he is here again, it seems that there is no way to live here.

Fu Shiqin got into the study and told about his major discovery in amazement.

"Brother, did you recognize it?"

"That's Mu Weiwei, that Mu Weiwei who dresses like a monster in our house and harasses you every day."

"It turns out that she looks so beautiful without makeup, what did she think of being so self-destructive before?"

...

Fu Hanzheng couldn't stand his noise, "Where's the medicine?"

Fu Shiqin was full of curiosity about his brother's thoughts, and continued to ask regardless.

"Brother, are you not surprised when you see such a beautiful girl you kicked out of the house? No regrets at all?"

Fu Hanzheng asked rhetorically with a cold face as usual.

"I ask you, where's the medicine?"

When Fu Shiqin heard that his tone was wrong, he immediately held back his words and went out to find Gu Weiwei who was cooking in the kitchen.

"That...Is there any cold medicine or stomach medicine here? It won't affect me after drinking alcohol. My brother is sick."

"No, it's all overdue and thrown away." Gu Weiwei didn't care.

Fu Shiqin scratched his head, "Then go get my brother a glass of water, and I'll go out to buy medicine."

After speaking, regardless of whether she answered or not, the person had already left.

Gu Weiwei glanced in the direction of the study, and reluctantly opened the refrigerator and took out the onion ginger and white radish.

I chopped green onion, sliced ​​ginger, and sliced ​​radish, put it in a pot and boiled it with water. After cooking for more than 20 minutes, I put it in a bowl and took it out to the study and knocked on the door.

Fu Hanzheng was leaning against the back of the chair with his eyes closed when he heard a knock on the door.

"Come in."

Gu Weiwei put the boiled water on the table, "After drinking this, my throat will feel better."

Hearing the sound, Fu Hanzheng opened his eyes, stared at the girl's clear eyes for two seconds, and glanced at the steaming soup on the table.

"There's porridge, come out if you want to eat it." Gu Weiwei said politely after thinking that he lived in his place after all.

Then, I went out to fry two vegetarian dishes and I was ready for dinner.

As soon as the meal was brought to the table, the study door opened, and Fu Hanzheng came out and sat down at the dining table.

Gu Weiwei: "..."

She was really just being polite, assuming that he wouldn't eat the food she made, so he really came to eat it.

Back in the kitchen, he filled a new bowl of porridge and brought it to Fu Hanzheng. After sitting down, he explained it.

"It's close to the school. Grandma Fu brought me here. I... I'll look for a house tomorrow and move out as soon as I find it."

Fu Hanzheng felt a little better when he finished the bowl of hot soup and relieved the discomfort of his body.

"I don't come here often, you can continue to live."

"Oh."

Both of them ate in silence, and neither of them tacitly mentioned what happened that night.

After finishing a bowl of porridge, Fu Hanzheng asked, "What did you exchange for Mr. Ming's painting?"

At the beginning, he put forward numerous exchange conditions, but Ming Lao refused to give up his love, and finally told them that she exchanged things with him.

"My grandfather left a chess book. Old Ming has the first half of the book, and he has been looking for the second half." Gu Weiwei said honestly.

Ming Zongyuan is a painting idiot, but also a chess idiot.

"What about the cake?"

Fu Hanzheng's deep black eyes sharpened a bit, and the Wilsons reacted greatly to the cake.

"I checked on the Internet, and Mrs. Wilson likes to eat that kind of cake, so she made one and brought it along."

Gu Weiwei lowered her head and stirred the porridge in the bowl, her scalp tingling as she stared at her with sharp knife-like eyes.

Fu Hanzheng nodded and seemed to believe her words.

"You do this, what do you want?"

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