flstandardbreds Chapter 164 2 minute
Chapter 164 2 minute
An Xiaoyue looked up and glared at Fu Shengyang, who was also looking at her in the rearview mirror.
He knew perfectly well that it had nothing to do with Zhou Ping, yet he still spoke in a sarcastic tone.
She propped her head up with one hand, leaned against the armrest, and said with distress, "People are afraid of becoming famous, just like pigs are afraid of getting fat. I'm not only pregnant now, but I'm also very famous. Not to mention the whole school, all the students and professors in my department know that I married you."
"Isn't this good? Your husband isn't an old geezer, and your classmates don't need to feel sorry for your beautiful face."
Hmph, he heard everything!
An Xiaoyue's lips curled up slightly, but she quickly suppressed it after realizing it. She couldn't let Fu Shengyang ruin the troubled emotions she had painstakingly cultivated.
"Oh no, my classmate wanted to talk to me about a medical skills competition. But because you're here, he's afraid to talk to me."
As she spoke, she sighed softly, glancing out the window every now and then, looking pitiful.
"And the professors, if they all teach like today's professors, the fun of the classes will be greatly reduced."
Fu Shengyang smiled knowingly, even though he could tell she was faking it and knew she wanted to participate in the medical skills competition. But since the opportunity was rare, he was deliberately keeping her hanging on.
"What's so great about skills competitions? They're tiring and the prize money is meager. Say something I like to hear, and I'll multiply the prize money tenfold."
The feeling of powerlessness, like punching cotton, spread through An Xiaoyue, causing her chest to heave violently in anger.
Is money what she lacks?
Her total assets now amount to at least several billion.
She wanted to participate in the competition, so she composed herself and patiently explained to Fu Shengyang how important the competition was to her.
"The prize money is secondary; what's more important is that the results of the skills competition will be one of the advantages when choosing a hospital for future internships."
For the past two years, she has been busy with part-time jobs and taking care of her sick and hospitalized mother. Even if she has good grades, without the support of competition results, the chances of her choosing to take the initiative are not high.
"Mm." Fu Shengyang nodded repeatedly, indicating that he understood.
An Xiaoyue thought Fu Shengyang knew how important the medical skills competition was to her, but after waiting for a while, she didn't hear anything more from him.
What did Fu Shengyang mean by saying "hmm"?
Should we disagree with her participation, or agree to it?
She wanted to get Fu Shengyang's answer, but the car had already stopped in front of Songtao Garden.
Fu Shengyang got out of the car, opened her side of the door, took her hand, and helped her out of the car. "Let's go in first, I'll be right there when I park the car."
"Okay." An Xiaoyue had no choice but to put the matter of participating in the medical skills competition aside for the time being.
Now that she's heavily pregnant, unlike when she went to Zhongkangtang for her internship, she's really not sure if Fu Shengyang will agree to let her participate.
In short, she will try her best to persuade him.
An Xiaoyue bit her lip.
Or if Fu Shengyang brings up that kind of thing, she can help him.
When Fu Jinyun heard the engine, she knew that her grandson and granddaughter-in-law had returned.
He gave the lawyers a wink, "That's enough for today, come back tomorrow afternoon."
Xiaoyue has class tomorrow afternoon, and Shengyang won't be home either.
The lawyers understood; they packed up their documents and computers, got up, and said goodbye.
An Xiaoyue looked at the three men who came out; she didn't recognize them.
The three nodded, "Greetings, young mistress."
She smiled politely and said, "Hello."
After watching the three leave, she went into the living room and asked Fu Jinyun with concern, "Grandpa, is there anything I can help you with?"
Fu Jinyun seemed to only then notice her return, and said with a smile, "Xiaoyue is back. Are you hungry? Should we just call Uncle Fu to serve dinner?"
An Xiaoyue could tell that her grandfather was unwilling to say more.
She didn't ask any more questions and went along with what he said, "Let's eat. Sheng Yang, go park the car, come back and wash your hands before eating. The timing is perfect."
"Okay." Grandpa Fu waved his hand, and Uncle Fu went to call the kitchen staff to serve the dishes.
Fu Jinyun tended to an ornamental plant on a small square table.
When people want to hide something, they will act as if they are extremely busy, like my grandfather now.
An Xiaoyue observed her grandfather's fingernails and complexion discreetly, and after confirming that he had no health problems, she secretly felt relieved.
After the family finished their lunch quietly, Grandpa Fu prepared for his afternoon nap, so An Xiaoyue and Fu Shengyang returned to Shuixie Residence.
“When you went to park the car just now, three formally dressed people left Songtaoyuan. I checked on Grandpa, and he is physically fine. It must be something else.”
An Xiaoyue told Fu Shengyang about her discovery, hoping he would spend more time on her and care more about her grandfather.
Fu Shengyang, who seemed to see through everything, said in a friendly tone, "What? Don't you want me to take you to school?"
An Xiaoyue was silent for a moment, then spoke in a pleading tone, "No, you can take me to school, but could you please not go into the classroom?"
"Okay." He only went into the classroom today because he didn't like that class monitor.
Now that the goal has been achieved and everyone knows that Xiaoyue is his wife, there is no need to disrupt the class anymore.
Fu Shengyang agreed too readily, leaving her speechless as her prepared words of persuasion were abruptly stuck in her throat.
An Xiaoyue's eyes were brimming with water, her moist, pink lips slightly parted, revealing a long stretch of her snow-white, glowing neck. In the sunlight, the fine downy hairs on her skin were faintly visible. Her gaze continued downwards...
Seeing this, Fu Shengyang felt a surge of heat in his lower abdomen. His sexy Adam's apple bobbed as he coaxed, "Since I'm in a good mood, is there anything else?"
Fu Shengyang knew perfectly well what she wanted to say, so why was he being so kind?
An Xiaoyue looked suspiciously at the man sitting leisurely, and when she met his deep gaze, she almost cursed him as a "rogue"!
This man had just finished eating when he started staring at her chest.
On a cool early summer afternoon, as the temperature rose, she took off the loose shirt she had worn that morning when she returned to her waterside residence, leaving only a long, thin-strapped dress with excellent elasticity.
Her desire to stay cool inadvertently gave Fu Shengyang an opportunity.
An Xiaoyue, with a sullen face, got up and went to the dressing room.
Fu Shengyang followed.
He was like a starving wolf who had caught a plump little white rabbit and couldn't wait to devour it.
Fu Shengyang pulled her into his arms from behind, resting his chin on An Xiaoyue's shoulder, and explained in a wronged tone, "I can't stop thinking about what I can't have."
An Xiaoyue recalled what Fu Shengyang had said that night at the Green Lake Villa.
She rolled her eyes at him and teased, "Who said, 'In late pregnancy, I'm not that kind of man without any bottom line'?"
"I held back last night." Fu Shengyang doesn't care about integrity or shamelessness; he just blurts out anything he's done right away.
As he spoke, his hot breath filled An Xiaoyue's neck, his delicate kisses pressing against her skin, and his hands also wandering to her breasts.
Having lived together for so long, Fu Shengyang knew her weaknesses all too well, and effortlessly provoked her into uncontrollable moans.
Suddenly, as if encouraged, Fu Shengyang kissed her even deeper.
An Xiaoyue's breathing was erratic, but she still retained a sliver of reason. "I want to participate in the medical skills competition."
Fu Shengyang got all the benefits, so he had to agree to her requests.
"I only need thirty minutes," Fu Shengyang agreed.
An Xiaoyue refused: "It's too long, my arm gets tired."
Fu Shengyang's breathing was heavy. "Twenty-eight minutes." It couldn't be any shorter.
“Twenty minutes.” An Xiaoyue’s attitude was firm, looking at him with a “take it or leave it” attitude.
"Okay." Fu Shengyang compromised; something was better than nothing.
Afterwards, Fu Shengyang looked completely satisfied.
He held An Xiaoyue's hand and scrubbed it three times with camellia-scented hand soap.
"Xiaoyue, smell it." He dried his fair hands and held them to her nose.
An Xiaoyue's complexion improved after confirming that the fishy smell was gone.