Chapter 8

"Ah! You... You... Why do you take off your clothes?"

Xia Ling blushed, covered his eyes and asked.

Leng Buding heard the woman's scream. Fu Yunting, who had just taken off his clothes, blurted out with a dark face: "this is my room. Why can't I take off my clothes."

"What?"

Xia Ling suddenly took down his hands and stared at Fu Yunting. "This is clearly my husband's new house and me. When did it become your room?"

Fu Yunting: "

He is her mysterious husband, okay!

Let you pretend!

It's time!

"As I said, my brother and I are just like a person. Isn't his room my room?"

"That being said, you just can't live here."

Xia Ling frowned, "Fu Er Shao, it's late. If you're all right, go back quickly."

This is her new house with Fu Yunting. Although she hasn't lived, she can't let foreign men live in anyway.

Think about how awkward it is.

Fu Yunting's face was as black as a pot of charcoal. He wanted to be angry, but he couldn't find a suitable reason. Finally, he had to put on his coat with a black face, and strode out under someone's stubborn expression.

Downstairs, mother Zhang came out smiling, looked at Fu Yunting with a black face and asked, "young master, are you going out?"

Young master is so good at pretending.

That's good. In the end, I was driven out of the house by the newly married woman!

No, she has to report to the old lady right away.

Fu Yunting glanced at Zhang's mother, strode over, came closer and said, "Zhang's mother, don't tell Grandma."

Zhang Ma is Grandma's eyeliner.

If grandma knew she was so mischievous, she would have a long winded meal.

"Then, young master, do you still pretend? If you don't pretend, the mother won't tell the old lady."

Zhang's mother is still smiling, with no oil and salt on her face.

Fu Yunting scratched his eyebrows, took a deep breath and strode out.

Now that you've installed it, of course you should install it to the end.

He hasn't seen clearly what kind of person that woman is.

Upstairs, Xia Ling looked at her new house again, gently closed the door, turned and entered her guest room.

Sitting on the edge of the bed in a daze, Xia Ling reached out and took down the necklace from her neck, touched the pendant with body temperature, and a trace of tears flashed in her beautiful apricot eyes.

This is a birthday present from Jiang Lingyun. She shouldn't wear it again in the future.

Take a deep breath and wipe the wet corners of her eyes. Xia Ling quickly walks to her suitcase and puts the necklace in.

......

The next day, Xia Ling woke up from her sleep and looked at the time and found that it was almost seven o'clock.

Some looked at the ceiling of the roof in a daze. For a moment, they were still in a trance.

This is the third day of her marriage to the Fu family, but she still feels a little incredible.

After shaking his head, Xia Ling got up and washed clean.

According to custom, today is the day of returning home.

It's just Fu Yunting's physical condition

Xia Ling vomited and thought he couldn't go back to Xia's house with her.

When he went downstairs, he glanced at Fu Yunting sitting on the table.

Why is he here again?

Xia Ling walked to the table with a pair of clear apricot eyes and a surprised face, "Fu Ershao, are you..."

I don't know. I thought this was his home.

"Have breakfast."

Fu Yunting glanced at her and drank coffee gracefully while watching the news.

Xia Ling: "

Doesn't she know he's having breakfast?

She wanted to ask him why he came here again?

Her husband doesn't seem to be at home.