My Pregnant Contract Wife Ran Away from Me!
Chapter 157 I Feel Sorry for You

Chapter 157: Chapter 157 I Feel Sorry for You

Wen Ran watched as Fu Chenlie seriously questioned his own appearance and actually felt her heart drumming inside.

She averted his gaze and said, not knowing whether it was true or false, "It hurts, I’m really hurting for you. You are my husband, if I don’t hurt for you, who will?"

After speaking, Wen Ran took his hand from under the faucet and looked at it, "It’s a bit red, but it hasn’t blistered yet. Does it hurt? Does it hurt a lot?"

"Not really."

"Wait here, I’ll go get some toothpaste for you."

Fu Chenlie hadn’t even said "okay" when she had already gotten up to find the toothpaste.

He watched her retreating figure, pondering over the words she had just said about hurting for him and unconsciously judging their truthfulness.

Soon, Wen Ran came over with the toothpaste.

She first squeezed some onto her hand and then naturally pulled Fu Chenlie’s hand, gently spreading it on.

He watched her movements, "Will this really work?"

"It works, it won’t blister with this on."

"I don’t know if it will blister, but Mrs. Fu, your hand-pulling action is getting smoother and smoother."

Upon hearing this remark, her motion of applying the toothpaste on his hand momentarily stopped.

She looked at him, "I... I just saw your hand got burnt because of me and didn’t want you to get hurt. I didn’t mean anything else."

"You can have other intentions."

"What do you mean by that?"

Fu Chenlie chuckled lightly and presented his half-coated hand before her eyes, "Are you going to finish applying it or not?"

"Do it yourself." Throwing down those words, Wen Ran turned to return to the stone bench to eat.

But her wrist was caught by his other hand.

Fu Chenlie, being a man, was naturally strong, especially since he had set his mind on pulling Wen Ran back.

Thus, with a slight pull, Wen Ran fell into his embrace.

Startled like a frightened rabbit, she quickly wriggled out of his arms, "What are you doing? Don’t get physical in my house."

Fu Chenlie chuckled lightly, presenting his hand before her eyes, his deep and pleasant voice resounded, "Your hand is already covered in toothpaste, why make me get it on my hands too? You do it."

She looked at him resignedly and finally obediently smoothed out the toothpaste sticking to his hand.

After she was done, Fu Chenlie raised his hand and admired it, "It looks pretty disgusting."

"...Never mind how disgusting it is, does it feel cool and refreshing?"

"A bit."

Wen Ran looked at him, "Then that’s good, it means the toothpaste is working. Let’s go, eat noodles."

Fu Chenlie hummed in agreement and followed her back to the stone table.

At that moment, Grandma also came out with a bowl of noodles, walking towards the stone table and stone bench while speaking to Fu Chenlie, "Xiao Fu, is your hand okay?"

"It’s fine, Grandma, don’t worry."

"Did you apply toothpaste?"

Fu Chenlie replied, "I did, Ranran applied it herself."

Wen Ran was just about to eat her noodles when she heard him call her "Ranran" so naturally. She paused, shot a glance at him from the corner of her eye, thinking that this man had a talent for acting casual as if he had been calling her "Ranran" a thousand times before.

For some reason, she felt that Fu Chenlie, having been scalded by the soup, had a much gentler tone of voice.

Strange.

Wen Ran gathered her thoughts and bowed her head to eat.

After tasting a bite, she felt instantly satisfied from body to heart.

After swallowing down that bite of noodles, Wen Ran let out a long breath and looked at Grandma with a smile, "Grandma, the stewed noodles you made are so delicious, I’ll have another bowl later."