Dressed as a wealthy and rebellious son, his stepmother

Chapter 21
Fu Siyu quickly replied, "Sleep later."

"I saw your comment in Moments, are you good at taking pictures, can you teach me?"

"I used to like photography very much and won many awards." Fu Siyu was not modest, and quickly sent seven or eight pictures to Shu Wan.

Even if Shu Wan is a layman, she can tell that the light and shadow composition of the photos taken by Fu Siyu are superb.

"Looks good, next time I take a picture, can I ask you a question?"

"can."

"Thank you."

Shu Wan originally wanted to send a text, but accidentally clicked on the emoji package automatically generated by WeChat.

An emoji package expressing gratitude from cats was sent out just like that.

Shu Wan herself didn't know why the input was text, but what she sent was an emoji.

But she definitely can't ask Fu Siyu. If she doesn't know photography skills, she can ask. If she doesn't even know how to use this kind of basic social software, with Fu Siyu's sensitivity, she will definitely find out that there is something wrong with her identity.

So Shu Wan pretended nothing happened, and the conversation between the two stopped here.

About half an hour later, Shu Wan stood up, ready to call Fu Yang.

At this moment, her cell phone rang suddenly.

Shu Wan clicked on the screen, a little surprised.

Fu Siyu actually sent her an emoji back.

Although it was a very serious "you're welcome", the act of posting an emoji didn't look like it could hook up with Fu Siyu.

But I have to say, his actions made Shu Wan feel that Fu Siyu was a little less cold.

No matter how indifferent God is, he will look down at the world.
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In the bedroom on the second floor, Fu Yang woke up to a strange fragrance.

The head that was drowsy last night gradually became clear in this fragrance.

Fu Yang opened his eyes, put on a T-shirt, washed up, and went directly downstairs.

In the dining room, the servants were setting the tableware. Fu Yang yawned and glanced at the food on the table.

"What kind of noodles do you eat at noon? What are the chefs doing?"

The servant looked at Fu Yang in surprise, "Young master, it's only morning, and this is breakfast."

Hearing this, Fu Yang froze for a moment, then turned his head to look at the wall clock on the wall.

Sure enough, it was 7 o'clock in the morning.

Fu Yang still didn't believe it. He looked out the window, and the rising sun in the sky was solid evidence.

"F*ck" Fu Yang couldn't help but swear, "Why did I get up so early!"

He always only gets up at noon or in the afternoon, and Fu Yang has long forgotten what it's like to get up early.

He raised his hands to straighten his hair, feeling that something was wrong. He was used to playing games all night long, but he was so sleepy last night, and he just woke up at 7 o'clock today.

It was a coincidence as if someone had figured it out.

Just at this time Shu Wan came in from the door. She was wearing a light blue chiffon dress, cool and beautiful, as beautiful as a green bamboo swaying in the wind.

But in Fu Yang's eyes, the current Shu Wan is no different from the blue-faced and fangsed Satan.

"What did you do, why was I so sleepy yesterday?"

Shu Wan walked slowly to the dining table and sat down, "Isn't it normal to be sleepy during bedtime?"

Fu Yang frowned slightly, he didn't want to believe Shu Wan's words, but he couldn't think of anything that could be so magical that it would make people fall asleep when they wanted to, and wake up when they thought about it.

Shu Wan had already started eating, and Fu Yang was also hungry at this time, so he sat on the diagonal farthest from Shu Wan and reached for the noodle bowl.

But just looking at it, Fu Yang was not happy.

He always stays up all night, groggy after waking up, so he likes to eat something pungent to stimulate his taste buds.

The kitchen knows his taste, and the meals in the past are very spicy and salty.

But today's bowl of noodles, the clear soup lacks water, looks like I have no appetite at all.

Fu Yang pushed the noodle bowl aside, "Shu Wan, did you do it on purpose?"

Without Shu Wan's instructions, it would be impossible for the kitchen to be so light.

Shu Wan swallowed the steamed buns in her mouth, and then raised her head, "You have had stomach problems since about a year ago, so you can't eat any more irritating things."

Hearing Shu Wan's words, Fu Yang froze for a moment.

From a year ago, every time he finished eating, he would have a faint stomach pain, but he never told anyone about it.

The degree of stomach pain is also very mild, so it is impossible for anyone to see it. How did Shu Wan know?
But even if what Shu Wan said was true, it was impossible for Fu Yang to admit it at this time, "Do you think I'm an old man like my dad? I'm young and in very good health. I've never had a stomachache."

Shu Wan glanced at him lightly, "If you don't eat this meal, you won't be able to eat until noon. I've already told the kitchen that apart from three meals a day, it's impossible to cook for you at other times."

"Ouch." Fu Yang leaned back, raised his legs leisurely, and his peach blossom eyes gleamed mockingly, "I'm so scared, I won't eat, what can you do to me?"

Shu Wan didn't answer Fu Yang's words, she lowered her head and finished the steamed buns in her hand mouthful.

After breakfast, Shu Wan looked at Fu Yang again, "Let's go, I'll go to school with you."

"I'll go by myself." Fu Yang looked at Shu Wan leisurely, "Your schedule doesn't say what kind of transportation I have to take."

Okay, I'm pretty good at catching text loopholes.

Shu Wan didn't care about these things with Fu Yang, "Let's go now, I will wait for you at the school gate."

"Hey," Fu Yang stood up and glanced at Shu Wan contemptuously, "Wait for me? I'm sure I'll arrive sooner than you."

After saying that, Fu Yang left the living room, Shu Wan packed up her things, and followed him out the door.

As soon as Shu Wan walked to the door, she heard a huge roar.

She looked along the source of the sound, and Fu Yang was riding a motorcycle and rushing towards this side quickly.

The speed of the motorcycle was extremely fast, and it was about to knock down Shu Wan in an instant, but Shu Wan didn't dodge at all.

She stood straight on the spot, as if this heavy motorcycle that could crush flesh and blood was just a gust of wind.

The motorcycle roared like a beast, and stopped when it was only half a meter away from Shu Wan.

Sitting in the car, Fu Yang looked down at Shu Wan, and the corners of his lips curled up, "You are really not afraid of death."

"Are you going to ride this to school?"

"Otherwise?" It seemed that this move could finally break Shu Wan's defense, and Fu Yang was inexplicably excited to see the moment when her calm expression cracked, "You didn't say in your schedule that you can't ride a motorcycle."

"Let me tell you, what I promised was only the schedule you gave me yesterday, and I won't admit anything after that." Fu Yang added.

(End of this chapter)