My Pregnant Contract Wife Ran Away from Me!
Chapter 142 Hooligan

Chapter 142: Chapter 142 Hooligan

The noise was too loud. Wen Ran sleepily opened her eyes to a blurry figure swaying before her. After two seconds of brain fog, she finally understood the situation—

She was being princess-carried by Fu Chenlie, who was rushing towards the bedroom door.

His jawline was tense, a slight frown on his brow, as if he had encountered some thorny issue.

After Wen Ran came to her senses, she hurriedly spoke up, "What are you doing?"

"Grandma’s here."

"What... what?"

Fu Chenlie’s steps were steady as he said, "She’ll be here soon. I already told her you were still asleep and not to come this early, but she said she was almost here. I’m carrying you to my room, to sleep in my bed, otherwise, if Grandma finds out we sleep in separate rooms..."

He didn’t finish his sentence, conveying the rest with a look.

Wen Ran instantly understood.

If Grandma discovered they slept in separate rooms, she’d probably make a scene.

But at this moment, she was only wearing a thin nightgown, and Fu Chenlie was in nothing more substantial than house clothes. As he held her, she could distinctly feel the firm lines of muscle on his arms and his steady, forceful heartbeat—every one of them exuded a strong male hormone.

Wen Ran’s face turned a bit red. She reached out to adjust her clothing, making the contours of her body less noticeable, then lowered her eyes, looking extremely uncomfortable.

Once out of the room, she heard Fu Chenlie’s two-word command: "Close door."

Wen Ran made an "Oh" sound and pulled the door shut.

He carried her to his room, smoothly laying her down on the bed, covering her with a blanket, then lay down beside her.

The moment Wen Ran lay down, she unexpectedly smelled Fu Chenlie’s scent on the blankets, followed by the warmth of the quilt heated by a man’s body temperature throughout the night.

It wasn’t her first time lying in his bed, but she felt an unprecedented nervousness.

Probably because everything around her belonged to him, she felt like an outside invader, uncomfortable and out of place.

As she lay there in a daze, Fu Chenlie suddenly turned to look at her.

Wen Ran instinctively turned her head, meeting his gaze, and saw the probing look on his face. Something subtle was happening in the air between them.

She grew nervous and stammered, "When... when will Grandma arrive?"

"She should be here soon," he said in a deep voice.

"Oh." Just as the word was uttered, Wen Ran remembered something and was about to speak when she heard Fu Chenlie say in a serious tone, "Wen Ran."

She subconsciously replied, "What is it?"

A slight smile on his thin lips, the man said, "I’ve realized, you’re quite pretty."

Wen Ran, "..."

She’d been beautiful since she was young, and many people had complimented her.

Was he just noticing now?

And he used the phrase "quite pretty," as if he were grudgingly sparing a compliment. Couldn’t he just openly say she was beautiful?

As she was inwardly grumbling, the blanket covering her was suddenly flung off by the man.

Wen Ran jumped in fright, quickly grabbing it to cover herself again.

Her nightgown fabric was not thick, and she didn’t want him to see more than he should.

But Fu Chenlie was secretly exerting strength against her attempt to pull the blanket up!

Moreover, he was deliberately glancing at the front of her clothing, his lips curving into a suggestive smirk as he said in a low voice, "Your figure isn’t bad either."

He must have seen something.

Wen Ran’s face flushed instantaneously.

Panicking, she sat up on the bed, hugged her knees and shielded her body, turning her head towards him, "Pervert."