Chapter 16 My husband is not, Mr. Fu

Standing by the bathtub, his trousers were soaked by the splashed water.

Fu Yancheng never thought that he would be called husband by a woman.

His voice became hoarse when he spoke.

"When you wake up, go out on your own."

The clothes on Shengmian's body were completely soaked, and every inch of his body was clearly outlined.

The heat in her body began to rise again. She smiled gently at Fu Yancheng and struggled to get out of the bathtub.

There was no hesitation on Fu Yancheng's handsome and stern face. He pushed her back, turned on the shower, and sprayed cold water on her.

Sheng Mian was forced to close her eyes, she was so uncomfortable that she was about to collapse.

Fu Yancheng slowed down his strength, thinking to let her wake up alone here. Before she could get up, her collar was grabbed, and her whole body leaned forward.

The moment he reacted, he stood up and walked out without looking at whether the person in the bathtub was dead or alive.

"Bang!" The bathroom door was closed with a loud sound.

Returning to the living room, he sat silently on the sofa and glanced coldly out the window.

When Qi Shen came in, he felt that the temperature in the room was extremely low, and everything seemed to be frozen with ice.

He noticed that Fu Yancheng's trousers were half wet and he hadn't changed them. He frowned slightly, but didn't dare to ask any more questions.

"President, this is a document that will be used tomorrow. The online meeting will start in about half an hour."

Fu Yancheng nodded calmly and heard a noise from the bathroom, which seemed to be the sound of heavy objects falling to the ground.

He frowned and ignored it.

Qi Shen glanced doubtfully in the direction of the closed bathroom. Was it his auditory hallucination just now?

Why do I feel there is movement inside?

After explaining the itinerary, he made a gesture to exit, but he heard Fu Yancheng order: "Send a set of women's clothes over later."

A look of surprise appeared on Qi Shen's face. Anyone could hide a beauty in a golden house, but Mr. Fu couldn't. So who could be in the bathroom?

"What's the size?"

Fu Yancheng had a general impression in his mind and frowned, "Just one size fits all."

Qi Shen nodded and retreated.

Fu Yancheng looked down at the documents and did not get up to check the situation in the bathroom. It was out of good manners that he didn't throw the person out just now.

After reviewing the submitted documents, I turned on my portable computer and started the online meeting.

"Get rid of all the lengthy reports and focus on the key points."

The people attending the meeting did not dare to say anything, guessing that he was probably in a bad mood tonight.

In the bathroom, Sheng Mian soaked under the stimulation of cold water for almost an hour, and finally his head became clear.

She raised her head and glanced around, her face suddenly turned pale, and she quickly lowered her head to check herself.

Fortunately, I was still wearing the clothes I had before going out.

Is this a hotel?

She stood up holding on to the wall and bit her lip hard, the pain making her more awake.

I was helped into the car by two men, and then what?

In the mirror, her cheeks were still flushed, and she frowned slightly, and some fragments flashed through her mind.

It seems that I have met Fu Yancheng, and I seem to have

Sheng Mian felt that her brain suddenly hit the rocks, especially when she remembered that she had grabbed him and called him husband several times without any explanation?

For a moment, her whole body felt hot with embarrassment, and her thoughts were temporarily suspended. After a long time of mental preparation, she opened the bathroom door and saw the man sitting calmly on the sofa.

Fu Yancheng was listening to the meeting report and didn't notice that she had come out. Just when he was about to find fault, he heard a cautious voice.

"My husband is not, Mr. Fu."

I was too nervous in my mind and kept thinking about those few words of husband, but the result was this.

Sheng Mian's nails almost dug into her palms, "I'm sorry, I was just..."

Fu Yancheng's eyebrows were beating wildly. With the microphone flashing in front of him, the ongoing meeting had fallen into an eerie silence.

He had the urge to strangle this woman to death, so he clicked the interruption button and looked up at her with a gloomy expression.