My Pregnant Contract Wife Ran Away from Me!
Chapter 79 Are You Spying on Me?

Chapter 79: Chapter 79 Are You Spying on Me?

First he had a sudden outburst, injuring her without any reason, and now he’s pretending to be the good guy by bringing ointment?

Did Fu Chenlie have multiple personality disorder?

Or was he planning to tame her with a strategy of slapping her and then offering a sweet date?

Wen Ran did not accept. "I’m fine, I don’t need this ointment."

Cheng Cheng’s expression changed slightly, and he smiled: "Madam, please accept it. If I bring it back to Mr. Fu, it will look bad on me, and he will definitely make things difficult for me."

She glanced at him, testing the waters: "Then I’ll accept it for now, and then pass it on to him personally?"

The latter hesitated: "This..."

Seeing his troubled look, Wen Ran quickly followed up: "Consider this a favor you owe me. Next time I need help, you can’t refuse, how about that?"

Cheng Cheng froze.

Why was madam discussing conditions with him?

Besides, as someone who worked for a living, what opportunity would he have to help madam?

Outside, Fu Chenlie saw Cheng Cheng chatting up Wen Ran just by delivering some ointment, and he couldn’t help frowning and calling out, "Cheng Cheng!"

He hurriedly responded, "I’m here, Mr. Fu."

"Come here."

"Yes." After responding, Cheng Cheng looked towards Wen Ran: "I promise you, Madam, but please don’t return the ointment to Mr. Fu. I’m afraid he will become furious and disown his relatives."

No sooner had he spoken than he quickly returned to Fu Chenlie’s desk: "Mr. Fu, what do you need?"

"What were you talking to her about?"

"Nothing much. I just delivered the ointment to Madam."

Fu Chenlie gave him a skeptical look: "Keep a close eye on the cooperation with Smith. If there are any problems with the cooperation case, I will hold you accountable."

"I’ve been keeping an eye on it; everything is proceeding normally. You can rest assured."

"Get back to work."

Cheng Cheng immediately nodded, "Yes, Mr. Fu."

Turning around, he glanced in the direction of the lounge, sweating on his forehead.

Life was hard, being Fu Chenlie’s assistant was even harder.

Just delivering an ointment to Madam had forced him to agree to a condition, and then Mr. Fu threatened him.

What kind of fate was this?

Wen Ran sat in the lounge, glanced at the ointment, then at her own wrist.

The red mark on her wrist had almost faded.

Just now, Fu Chen had simply been too rough, and since her skin was delicate, the red mark was quite clear, looking a bit frightening. But in the end, it was just a forceful scratch with fingers, not a cut by a sharp knife. Was it serious enough to need ointment?

Did Fu Chenlie think his hands were scissors, that a touch from him would slice her in two?

If she were truly cut in half, the ointment wouldn’t be of any use.

Wen Ran tossed the ointment into a desk drawer.

Compared to the red mark on her hand, she was more troubled by how she would get through the evening.

...

At six o’clock in the afternoon, Fu Chenlie got up from his desk.

Seeing him preparing to leave work, Wen Ran also tidied up her own desk, picked up her bag, and opened the door of the lounge.

Fu Chenlie looked over at her, but only rested his gaze on her, saying nothing.

She exited the lounge, and took the initiative to strike up a conversation with him: "Boss, have you finished all your work today? I see you’ve been looking down at documents all day; you must be tired, right?"

"Are you spying on me?"

"No, not at all. It’s just that I see you looking down whenever I’m stretching my neck. That’s why I thought you must be working hard, and definitely very tired."

The man looked down at her: "Tired? A bit, but I still have the energy to sleep."

Wen Ran, "..."

Did he mean ’sleep’ in the way she was thinking?!

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