The dishes were all served, and everyone toasted Fu Qingshan first according to the etiquette.

All the wine glasses were handed over, and Yan Mu suddenly became interested and stopped Fu Chen's wine glasses.

"Husband, you have a bad stomach and can't drink, why don't you change a glass of juice. ”

Fu Chen's stomach is not good, but it is not to the point where he can't get a drop of wine.

In front of everyone's eyes, even though Fu Chen's face had always been cold, it was inevitable that a trace of embarrassment flashed at this moment.

On top of the banquet, this glass of wine is not just wine, it can even be said that it is the dignity of a man.

Dignified President Fu, if such a glass of wine has to be replaced with juice like a woman, can it be passed on without making people laugh?

Fu Qingshan's complexion can be described as extraordinarily good-looking, and it is really a wonder to see his eldest nephew, who has always been beautiful, show such a demeanor.

Why didn't you see that this woman could do this before?

Fu Yuanshan's face sank fiercely, and his sharp gaze shot at Yan Mu: "All of you here are elders, not a place for you to mess around." ”

Everyone was silent for an instant, and Yan Mu looked up at the person in front of him aggrievedly: "I'm sorry, I didn't think much about it." ”

Her aggrieved demeanor made Fu Chen feel unhappy, and he suddenly couldn't bear it.

He reassured her in a low voice: "It's okay, don't be afraid." ”

Then he changed the teacup on the table: "I will replace the wine with tea to honor your uncles." ”

"That's it," Yan Mu handed the glass of wine back to him, "I forgot, the doctor only said that you can't drink too much, and it's okay to drink a little." ”

Fu Yuanshan's sharp eyes seemed to want to kill her alive.

The atmosphere was awkward for a while, and after a while, someone hurriedly cleared the siege: "Come on, come on, toast, Brother Qingshan, you can't avoid this wine today." ”

This sudden farce can be regarded as a barely ending.

Fu Chen drank the wine in the cup, and only laughed at her little caution, but she was not annoyed at all.

After that glass, he really didn't accept any more toasts.

Yan Mu has been married into the Fu family for so long, and she is like a transparent person, and there are not many people who really know her.

And after this one, she is also known to everyone.

can make Master Fu, who has no one in his eyes, obey his words like this, not so much because he feels that they have deep feelings, but more because he secretly guesses what kind of tricks this woman has played.

After all, who doesn't know that Yan Mu was only able to marry into the Fu family because of Fu Yuanshan's intentions, and Fu Chen hated it the most.

And now, how long has it been?

Fu Qingshan obviously had a lot of interest in Yan Mu, and glanced at her when he had nothing to do.

Anyone with a discerning eye can guess that he just pointed to see some moth born again.

After many years of playing with a junior, he has been forced to look so embarrassed now, and whoever he has changed is naturally uneasy.

Yan Mu's appetite is not very good, he was so close to Fu Chen in the bedroom just now, and there seems to be an indescribable uncomfortable feeling on his body, and he also has a little hatred for the person in front of him for no reason.

The reaction to hating him was always so painless, and the slightest bit of hatred couldn't provoke him.

Fu Chen leaned over and asked her softly, "Don't you like it?" Why don't you go back and let Mother Zhang make it for you?"

Yan Mu raised the corners of his lips and opened his mouth to challenge his bottom line: "Is it okay to leave halfway like this?" Will Fu Yuanshan directly flip this table?

Fu Chen smiled with a clear understanding: "No, it's not exactly what you want." ”

His indifferent smile made her hate it even more.

Glancing at the dazzling array of dishes on the huge dining table, Yan Mu said: "It's not interesting, otherwise you can help me peel the shrimp, I want to eat." ”

Don't you care? There are more things that can suit my heart.

Fu Chen chuckled: "Do you want to eat, or do you want to see me peel it?"

Yan Mu didn't shy away from meeting his gaze, and his eyebrows and eyes curled slightly: "I want to." ”

Fu Chen looked at her with burning eyes, as if he wanted to see through her heart, and responded: "Okay." ”

He took the shrimp from his plate and peeled them one by one and put them in her bowl.

The slender fingers with such distinct joints, even if they are stained with oil, are still as picturesque as they look.

Even the shocked and envious gazes of many women at the table next to him attracted them.

But he was still calm, let countless eyes baptize, and even leaned over and asked her: "Do you want to feed you by the way?"

It's boring, it's boring.

Even so, it can't make him look embarrassed.

Yan Mu's eyebrows furrowed fiercely, he ate the shrimp in the bowl between them, stopped his hand to clamp it again, and his voice was cold: "Forget it, don't eat it." ”

Fu Qingshan looked at it with great interest, and even with the food in the bowl, he could eat a lot.

He was suddenly looking forward to it, and in the future, he suddenly felt that it was not so impossible to win with his eldest nephew.

After the banquet was dispersed, Fu Chen sent Yan Mu back to the Imperial Garden, gave a few instructions, and returned to the company first.

When I came back, it was late at night.

Without stopping, he went upstairs and pushed open the bedroom door, just as he saw Yan Mu coming out of the bathroom.

She was wrapped in a bath towel and watched him come in, with a smile on her face: "My husband is back, I'll help you put the bath water." ”

This is a nice sound, but it is a little harsh because it is too deliberate.

Fu Chen put the briefcase on the sofa and hugged her into his arms from behind her, the fragrance of the shower gel on her body was particularly good.

His voice was low and hoarse: "I changed my clothes earlier, don't always wrap in a bath towel like this, it's easy to catch a cold." ”

He couldn't stand her like this, it was obviously normal, but in his eyes, it seemed to be deliberately seducing.

After all, she is still pregnant with a child, and she can't be tossed too much.

Yan Mu gently took his hand away, hid a trace of disgust between his eyebrows, and turned into the bedroom: "Got it, I'll change it when I put the water for you." ”

Fu Chen followed up and stretched out his hand to stop her: "I'll come by myself." ”

She insisted on bypassing him and turned on the water, and her voice was soft and dripping: "You have worked hard all day, this is what I should do." ”

She doesn't care, she can't get along with herself.

He was extremely irritable, but helpless, and reached over to hug her hard.

"Xiao Mu, don't be like this, I really didn't have the slightest intention of hurting your father, you can apologize and make up as much as you want, don't treat me like this. ”

Apologize and compensate?

If she could, she would have apologized a thousand times for having angered him before, begging him not to put his hand on her father.

But is it useful, what is past is the past, and there is never any regret.

"You take a shower first, I'll go change my clothes. With a chill in his fingertips, Yan Mu wrenched his hand away and turned out of the bathroom.

The person behind her suddenly strode closer, and with a big hand, he picked her up horizontally, with great anger and unwillingness in his eyebrows, and pressed her shoulders hard and pressed her to the bed.

Fear instantly appeared in Yan Mu's eyes: "Don't, the child will be pressed." ”

He hugged her and turned over, turning into lying on his side, his voice full of hatred: "I hate me like that, what do you want this kid to do?"