My Pregnant Contract Wife Ran Away from Me!
Chapter 245 What Do You Mean I’m Good at Making Things Difficult?

Chapter 245: Chapter 245 What Do You Mean I’m Good at Making Things Difficult?

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

After getting out of the car, Wen Ran saw Fu Chenlie walking towards her and stepped closer to him, "Boss, how about we hug here before going home? That way, we won’t have to keep thinking about it tonight."

He looked down at her from above and refused without hesitation, "No."

"Why not?"

"I don’t like treating the task of building affection with Mrs. Fu as a mission. If we are to hug, it should be in a comfortable environment and when in a good mood, so the experience will be the best."

Wen Ran, "...Hehe."

He slightly lifted his lips and reminded, "Let’s go home, Mrs. Fu."

With that said, the man stepped forward, walking inside before her.

Wen Ran rolled her eyes hugely at his back.

After the two entered the living room, the housekeeper heard the noise and quickly came over, "Mr. Fu, Mrs. Fu, my name is Wu. Assistant Cheng arranged for me to take care of both of you."

Fu Chenlie nodded slightly, not saying a word.

Wen Ran peeked out from behind him and smiled at the housekeeper, "Hello Aunt Wu, it will be tough on you in the future."

"It’s no trouble at all, Madam is too kind. Dinner is almost ready, you can go eat after washing your hands."

"Okay."

"Aye." After responding, Aunt Wu stepped back.

Wen Ran washed her hands first and sat down at the dining table. Seeing the very tempting dishes on the table, a hint of amazement flashed in her eyes. Just then, Fu Chenlie walked in.

She naturally looked towards him, "Husband, Aunt Wu’s cooking looks really delicious."

Seeing her surprised and expectant look, the words "haven’t seen the world" that he was about to say changed when spoken, "If it tastes good, eat more."

Wen Ran nodded, "Mm-hmm."

After responding, she picked up the cutlery and started eating. After tasting a dish, she couldn’t help but nod repeatedly, "It’s really delicious, much better than what I make."

As the words left her mouth, Wen Ran couldn’t help but glance at Fu Chenlie, "Did you find my cooking unpalatable before?"

"So what if I did?"

"Aren’t you skilled at making things difficult for people? If you found it unpalatable, why didn’t you use your skills to pick on it and make me redo it?"

Fu Chenlie gave her a chilly glance, "Wen Ran, are you looking for trouble?"

"...Where am I?"

"What do you mean by me being good at making things difficult for people?"

Wen Ran, "..."

How did she accidentally say what she really thought?

Maybe because Fu Chenlie seemed too gentle today, it gave her the illusion that they were a normal husband and wife who could speak freely.

Actually, when she said that, she meant it as a bit of a joke.

But in the serious Fu Chenlie’s ears, it sounded different.

Wen Ran turned her eyes quickly and smiled sheepishly at him, "Husband, don’t be mad, I just wanted to chat with you and picked a topic casually, I didn’t mean to imply anything, nor to pick on you."

"That’s better be the case!"

"That’s the case!"

Fu Chenlie glared at her.

Her playful yet sincere expression caught his eyes, and almost instantly, the man completely lost his temper, and finally only dropped the sentence, "Eat your meal."

Wen Ran smiled happily, nodding, "Okay, husband."

After responding, she started eating again, savoring Aunt Wu’s dinner with quite a good mood, feeling an unexplainable relaxation.

Fu Chenlie saw that the woman in front of him seemed in a good state, and somehow, his mood also improved.

He suddenly spoke, "Didn’t you say you wanted to chat with me? Continue."