Uncle Zhong frowned.

"Was that lightning just now? That's not right. It doesn't look like it's going to rain!"

Fu Jinchuan also frowned slightly.

Just then, the door of the villa opened.

Miss Shen's expression was terribly gloomy, like the sky before a storm, which made people shudder.

She quickly walked towards the cool Lamborghini convertible parked at the door and climbed in with a swift movement. Liu'er followed closely behind her and quickly got in.

Immediately afterwards, there was a roar of an engine, and the Lamborghini sped away like a flash of lightning.

Uncle Zhong: "Master, are you still following me?"

Fu Jinchuan no longer had the energy to care about the lightning just now. He paused, gritted his teeth,

"Follow, but try to be careful not to be discovered by the madam."

"yes."

In this way, the two cars kept a distance from each other, but when they finally followed each other, they found that the other had gone home.

In the end, Fu Jinchuan had no choice but to follow him back home.

When I entered the bedroom, I found my wife sitting quietly by the bed. She didn't even raise her head when she heard the noise. She seemed to be immersed in her own world.

Fu Jinchuan felt even worse.

He pretended to be cold and ignored Miss Shen. He went into the bathroom to take a shower. When he came out, he had changed into silk pajamas.

But he found that Miss Shen was still sitting there, motionless, like a statue.

Her long eyelashes drooped, covering the emotions in her eyes, making it impossible to tell what she was thinking.

Fu Jinchuan gnashed his teeth as he watched.

It's funny. He was the one who was wronged, but she still used Qiao as an excuse, hoping that he would lower himself to coax her. He was dreaming.

Fu Jinchuan sneered.

With his hands in his pajama pockets, he stepped in front of the other person with his long legs, looking down at Miss Shen coldly.

The tone is indifferent and casual.

"What have you taken a fancy to now? Just tell me. Who are you showing off to?"

"Your husband is the prince of Beijing. How could I possibly need your little money for bags and jewelry?"

After saying that, he frowned.

He always felt that these words were not domineering enough and would easily make people look down upon him. Besides, he was still angry!

Then he coughed twice and added,

"Although you spoke to me in a bad tone today, since you are usually quite well-behaved, just tell me what you want."

Wait, why does it feel like something is wrong the more I talk?

Fu Jinchuan frowned and stretched out his hand with annoyance, wanting to grab his hair fiercely, but at this moment, he suddenly noticed the movement on the side.

His wife, who usually pays great attention to hygiene and cleanliness and has severe mysophobia, quickly kicked off her slippers.

Then he climbed into bed like the wind.

He pulled the quilt over himself, then lay down and closed his eyes, as if ready to fall asleep.

Something's wrong. Something's wrong.

This scene is so unusual!

You know, his wife is a well-known clean person!

No matter how late it is every day, I will insist on taking a shower first, and I have to stay in the bathroom for at least an hour, applying body lotion and washing my face to remove makeup.

All washing and cleaning steps are the same.

They have been married for so long, and this habit has been unshakable.

However, today, not only did she not remove her makeup, she didn't even have time to change into her pajamas before she hurriedly got into bed?

Fu Jinchuan was full of doubts and couldn't help asking:

"Wife, you..."

The words had barely left his mouth when his wife interrupted him with an angry shout: "Stop making so much noise! ​​Get out!"

Hearing this, Fu Jinchuan was stunned at first, and then a nameless fire instantly surged in his heart.

He widened his eyes and looked at the woman with her eyes closed on the bed in disbelief.

This was the first time she spoke to him in such a bad manner in all the time they had known each other!

Fu Jinchuan was so angry that his chest heaved up and down and his breathing became rapid.

At the same time, his mind couldn't help but emerge from the information that his secretary had found during the day...

The wife went to the drugstore with a man and bought a lot of large umbrellas.

He asks a lot?

The other party said that more than a dozen large boxes could be used for at least a few years.

Thinking of this, Fu Jinchuan felt as if his heart was being bitten by millions of ants, and it was extremely itchy.

He desperately wanted to find out what had happened and wanted to ask her in person whether she didn't love him anymore.

However, the current situation clearly does not make it appropriate to speak.

Helplessly, he could only try his best to suppress the panic that was surging in his heart like a tide.

He turned off the lights silently.

They tiptoed onto the bed and carefully lay down next to each other.

When he realized that she had no intention of objecting, he couldn't help but feel secretly happy. Then he moved his body little by little, slowly climbed onto her fragile shoulders, and gently held her in his arms.

Feeling her soft body pressed against him, Fu Jinchuan suddenly felt relieved.

What a fool he is. Why does he think so much when he hasn't figured anything out yet?

His sweet and soft wife was right in his arms, so why should he be so nervous?

After figuring this out, he curled up the corners of his mouth in satisfaction, slowly closed his eyes, and fell asleep peacefully.

At the same time, Jiang Guo.

Song Hanchuan got up early and went to court as usual.

After the morning court session ended, as usual, he returned to the office to deal with the pile of government affairs.

However, the moment he stepped into the office, his heart suddenly started beating wildly without any warning.

Song Hanchuan quickly stretched out his right hand and covered his chest tightly, but this seemed to have no effect at all.

My heartbeat was still rapid and strong, as if it was about to burst out of my chest.

A thought suddenly flashed through his mind, and Song Hanchuan's eyes lit up instantly.

Then, he took big strides and walked towards the door without hesitation, while constantly giving orders to Qingyun beside him.

"Qingyun, prepare the carriage and return home."

Qingyun didn't know why his master was suddenly so panicked, but he didn't have time to think about it, so he ran to prepare.

Along the way, some officials greeted him with a smile, but he pretended not to see them and didn't even turn his head.

The other party scratched his hair.

"What's wrong with you, Lord? You're in such a hurry."

The colleagues beside him were also puzzled.

"Who knows? This is the first time I've seen the Prime Minister lose his composure like this. Could something have happened at home?"

The two men looked at each other and told their followers to go and find out.

In the carriage, Song Hanchuan kept urging.

"Hurry up, hurry up."

"Yes, sir."

The driver flicked his whip and shouted "Gee!" The carriage sped along Zhuque Street and soon arrived at the gate of the prime minister's residence.

Song Hanchuan strode out of the carriage and was about to run towards the mansion when he was stopped by someone.