My Pregnant Contract Wife Ran Away from Me!
Chapter 221: Amorous Thoughts

Chapter 221: Chapter 221: Amorous Thoughts

If he remembered correctly, they always shared a routine hug after work in the evening.

The man withdrew his gaze and quickly drove the car away.

Wen Ran sat in the passenger seat, admiring the beautiful roses, looking and smelling them, and even took out her phone to take pictures to preserve the memory, completely unaware of the romantic thoughts stirring in the man’s heart.

...

Twenty minutes later, the car stopped at Huan Island Villa.

Wen Ran opened the car door and got out, obediently standing in place waiting for Fu Chenlie to come over, planning to go home with him.

However, when she saw the dark gaze he directed at her after getting out of the car, a bad premonition welled up inside her.

She lifted her foot and walked towards the house.

Fu Chenlie quickly caught up to her, his large hand grabbing hers, "Mrs. Fu, why are you running?"

"I’m not running."

"Then why are you walking so fast?"

It was because his look was too frightening.

But she didn’t say that.

Wen Ran made up an excuse, "I’m a bit thirsty, I wanted to go home for a drink."

He hummed indifferently, still pulling her into the house.

Fu Chenlie changed his shoes first and strode into the living room.

Wen Ran, from the corner of her eye, followed him and noticed he walked over to the water dispenser and bent down to fill a cup.

He, holding the water, walked over to the couch and directed her from ten meters away, "Come over and have a drink."

Her face slightly changed, and she mechanically walked over, wondering what this man was up to.

From thinking a cup she touched was dirty to voluntarily giving her water, it took Fu Chenlie less than half a month, and at this moment, Wen Ran doubted where she got such charm to make a corporation president like her so quickly.

After reaching the couch, he handed her the water.

Wen Ran, holding the flowers, freed one hand and took the water cup to drink a small sip.

She hesitated whether to finish the water in the cup or just place it on the coffee table when she heard him speak, "Put down your flowers and we’ll get a vase for them later."

Wen Ran immediately refused, "No need."

Fu Chenlie raised an eyebrow, "What, you want to throw them away?"

"Of course not, this is the first time I’ve received flowers. I usually watch lots of videos on making dried flowers. I plan to turn these into dried flowers so I can keep them forever."

"If you like, I can bring you flowers every day."

Saying this, he approached her, took the cup from her hand and placed it on the coffee table, and also took the flowers from her arms and put them aside.

Throughout this process, his deep and complex eyes locked onto her cheeks, closely studying every expression that appeared on her face.

Wen Ran felt her heart tangled under his intense gaze.

She mechanically shook her head, "No need to send them every day, it’s too wasteful. Fresh flowers are delicate, but dried flowers have their beauty, and making dried flowers is part of the fun."

The man nodded, "Alright, as you wish."

Listening... to her?

These words, coming from Fu Chenlie’s mouth, sounded extraordinarily pleasant yet also made her feel unexpectedly favored.

Wen Ran was thinking about quickly finding an excuse to leave when the hand hanging by her side was pulled up by him.

He held her soft, innocent hand, playfully toying with it.

Wen Ran’s face changed slightly, "What... are you doing?"

"You forgot? We have to hug when we return in the evening."

"But... hugging doesn’t need holding hands."

Saying that, she looked down at the hand he was holding, "You’ve held my hand more than once today already."

Fu Chenlie looked down at her from above, his lips slightly curving, and when he spoke, his deep voice carried an inexplicable enchantment, "Holding your hand, do you not like it?"

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