Chapter 168: Chapter 168 Fu Chengzhou: “What on earth has my wife done? Chapter 168: Chapter 168 Fu Chengzhou: “What on earth has my wife done? People felt the urge to reach out and touch.
“It’s only because you all like watching this kind of stuff, lacking any real talent!” Someone in the comments dissed before bailing!
But Chu Youxuan’s early morning antics still managed to win back a good number of fans for her and siphon off quite a bit of the traffic.
“Have you finished packing, wife?” Fu Chengzhou had already ended his call. Tall and with long legs, he walked over to Li Xingwan and stopped in front of her widely spread legs. He extended a finger and, going with the flow, slid it up. “Can you cope with this?”
Can you cope with this?
He was clearly asking about her legs, but for some reason, Li Xingwan’s thoughts veered off track in that instant. And since Fu Chengzhou’s palm was so warm, Li Xingwan felt as if she had been slightly burned.
That caused her, almost reflexively, to immediately draw her legs back in.
In the instant their eyes met, it seemed as if some spark only they could understand had ignited between them.
The atmosphere was extremely delicate!
And he had just touched her leg!!!
Li Xingwan immediately stood up and went to open the drawer of the bedside table. “I’ll check to see if there’s anything else I’ve forgotten.”
With a “bang,” Li Xingwan’s face instantly turned as red as blood.
Arranged neatly inside were…
When had these been put in there?
How come she didn’t know?
Weren’t they absent when she first came back that day?
No wonder… no wonder Fu Chengzhou whispered to her that day. He said he was prepared and also wanted her to experience the married life.
Li Xingwan now understood in an instant. He wasn’t joking; he really had prepared!!!
“What is Li Xingwan looking at now?” The audience in the live broadcast room, curious as babies, always wanted to peek whenever they saw Li Xingwan spaced out.
“Could it be that she got burned when Mr. Fu touched her leg?”
The camera in the live room swung over, and Li Xingwan, with lightning-fast reflexes, slammed the drawer shut. “I checked, there’s nothing.”
“Okay. Then we’ll just take these.” Fu Chengzhou knew very well what was in there and why Li Xingwan closed the drawer so quickly. He turned to look at the clothes that Li Xingwan had folded for him and suddenly his expression: “…”
“Family, I think I just saw Mr. Fu’s expression crack a little.”
“Haha! Me too, me too.”
“Right now, his inner thoughts must be emmm….”
“Mr. Fu: My delicate, virtuous, and motherly little wife…”
“Is quite amazing indeed.”
“Not too shabby, right?” Li Xingwan rubbed her hands together, also concerned that she might have packed poorly, so she quickly went to close the suitcase and asked Fu Chengzhou in a low and guilty voice.
How should he answer that?
Fu Chengzhou looked at the suitcase, then back at it. “It’s about the same as if you hadn’t folded them.”
“I can’t hold back anymore, folks! I really can’t hold it in!”
“I’m about to die of laughter.”
Fu Chengzhou: “What exactly did my wife do?”
She clenched her fists, her expression delicate, and then simply turned and ran. There was no way she was going to reorganize everything. “I’ll go check how Little Mobao did with his packing.”
Everyone in the live broadcast room saw her beat a hasty retreat and couldn’t help but shake with laughter.
“Li Xingwan: Better to run.”
“Li Xingwan: Even if I packed again, it would end up the same.”
“Li Xingwan: These delicate, self-helpless hands of mine are good for everything else, just a bit wasteful of a husband usually.”