Mr. President Dotes On His Wife Crazily

Fu Ling was startled, but he didn't expect that Wen Cheng would actually say so.

He sat down slowly, staring at Wen Orange's drooping eyes.

"what do you mean?"

Wen Cheng bit her lip and held her fingers up anxiously.

She raised her head and looked at Fu Ling.

"I don't want you to be responsible, and you don't need to make up for me... After today, the two of us walked out of this room and treated them as strangers we had never seen before."

Fu Ling's eyes were full of surprise.

He did not expect that Wen Cheng would actually say such a thing.

For the first time in his life, he met a woman who refused to let him be responsible, let alone compensate.

He thought that Wen Cheng hid in the bathroom and cried to ask him for more compensation.

Now it seems that he understood it wrong.

This woman doesn't seem to care about his compensation fees at all.

Wen Cheng didn't wait for him to say anything, she thought she knew everything clearly.

So she stood up and walked to the door without saying a word.

Fu Ling was still in shock and never recovered.

He looked up and saw Wen Cheng walked to the door and opened the door.

Surprise flashed under his eyes, and he glanced at the red on the bed sheet unconsciously.

His heart could not help but tremble slightly.

He quickly got up, walked to the door of the room, and grabbed Wen Cheng.

"Miss, don't leave first... I think there are some things we have to talk about..."

Fu Ling refused to let Wen Cheng go, and the bodyguards at the door naturally stopped Wen Cheng.

Zhang Liang has come up from downstairs right now

Seeing this situation, he walked forward a little puzzled, looked at Fu Ling and asked.

"Mr. Fu, what's the situation?"

Before Fu Ling answered, she saw Wen Cheng's eyes full of tears. She bit her lip and threw away Fu Ling's palm, accusing with a choked voice.

"What else do you want? I gave you my innocent body. Why are you holding me and not letting me go? We are all grown-ups. Since it happened, it happened. To clarify, there is no need to talk about anything between us. Hurry up and let me go..."

Wen Cheng's emotions at this moment almost collapsed.

In her heart, it was terribly uncomfortable.

She just wanted to find a place to lock herself up and heal herself well.

She really didn't have the energy, and wasted time entangled here with this strange man.

Why, she is so tolerant and regressed, but this person still pesters him?

Wen Cheng looked at Fu Ling with anger in the bottom of her eyes.

Fu Ling was taken aback, and a panic flashed across his eyes.

He quickly released Wen Cheng's hand: "I... don't cry, I will let you go, let you go... I really have no other meaning..."

Fu Ling was about to explain, who knows, Wen Cheng didn't listen to his explanation at all.

While crying, she passed the bodyguard at the door and walked straight outside.

Fu Ling's words got stuck in his throat.

Zhang Liang hesitated, not knowing whether to tell Fu Ling about Wen Cheng at this time.

He looked at Fu Ling somewhat hesitantly: "Mr. Fu, I found out the identity of this woman..."

Fu Ling frowned, leaning his gaze from Wen Cheng's body and falling on Zhang Liang's body.

"What's her identity?"

"This woman, her name is Wen Cheng, and she is about twenty years old. She is from country S, and she has something to do with President Wen Muchu of country S. She seems to be Wen Muchu's younger sister... …" Zhang Liang replied with a numb scalp.