C8 This Is My Room

"Ah! You... you... Why did you take off your clothes?"

Xia Ling blushed and covered her eyes as she questioned.

Fu Yuntine, who had just taken off his clothes, suddenly heard the woman's scream and blurted out with a dark face, "This is my room. Why can't I take off my clothes?"

"What?"

Xia Ling suddenly took off her hands and looked at Fu Yuntine with her eyes wide open. "This is clearly my husband's and my new room. When did it become your room?"

Fu Yuntine was speechless."

He was her mysterious husband!

I told you to pretend!

You deserve it!

"Like I said, my brother and I are like the same person. Isn't his room my room?"

"Although you said so, you just can't stay here."

Xia Ling frowned, "Second Young Master Fu, it is late. If you are fine, go back quickly."

This was her and Fu Yuntine's new room. Although she had never lived here before, she could not let a foreign man stay here.

It was so awkward thinking about it.

Fu Yuntine's face was as black as charcoal. He wanted to get angry, but he couldn't find a suitable reason. In the end, he could only put on his shirt with a dark face, and with a stubborn expression on his face, he strode outside.

Downstairs, Mrs Zhang walked out with a smile. She looked at Fu Yuntine's face that was as black as charcoal and asked, "Young Master, you want to go out?"

Young Master was too good at pretending.

This time, pretending was actually chased out by the bride in the end!

No, she had to report to the madame immediately.

Fu Yuntine glanced at Mrs Zhang and strode over. He leaned closer and said, "Mrs Zhang, don't tell grandma."

Mrs Zhang was grandma's spy.

If grandma knew that he was messing around, she would definitely be long-winded.

"Then Young Master, are you still pretending? If you are not pretending, then Mrs Zhang will not tell the madame."

Mrs Zhang still had a smiling expression, her face full of reluctance.

Fu Yuntine scratched his forehead, took a deep breath, and strode out.

Since she was pretending, of course she had to pretend until the end.

He hadn't seen clearly what kind of person that woman was.

Upstairs, Xia Ling looked at the new room again. She gently closed the door and turned around to enter her guest room.

Sitting on the edge of the bed in a daze, Xia Ling reached out to take the necklace from her neck and touched the pendant that still had a body temperature. A trace of tears flashed in her beautiful apricot eyes.

This was Jiang Lingyun's birthday gift to her. In the future, she should not wear it anymore.

Taking a deep breath and wiping the moist corners of her eyes, Xia Ling quickly walked to her suitcase and put the necklace in.

...

The next day, Xia Ling woke up from her sleep. She looked at the time and found that it was almost seven o'clock.

She looked at the ceiling of the roof in a daze. For a moment, she was still in a trance.

This was the third day after she married into the Fu family. She still felt that it was somewhat unbelievable.

Shaking her head, Xia Ling got up and washed her face and rinsed her mouth.

According to custom, today was the day to return home.

However, Fu Yuntine's physical condition...

Xia Ling let out a breath. It was unlikely that he would accompany her back to the Xia family.

When she went downstairs, she took a glance and saw Fu Yuntine sitting at the dining table.

Why was he here again?

Xia Ling opened her bright eyes and walked to the dining table in surprise, "Second Young Master Fu, you are..."

Those who did not know would think that this was his home.

"Have breakfast."

Fu Yuntine glanced at her and drank his coffee elegantly as he watched the news.

Xia Ling was speechless."

Didn't she know he was eating breakfast?

She wanted to ask why he was here again.

Her husband didn't seem to be home.