Dressed as a wealthy and rebellious son, his stepmother

Chapter 8 Flattering

Shu Wan stood up and walked out without answering Fu Yang's words.

Seeing Shu Wan's back leaving silently, Fu Yang hummed triumphantly.

He kicked the torn planner away at his feet, then began to change his clothes and dry his hair.

After packing up his things, Fu Yang took his mobile phone, put on his bag and was ready to go out.

But as soon as he left the bedroom door, he saw Shu Wan standing at the door.

Fu Yang paused for a moment, then walked downstairs as if he hadn't seen it.

But not long after, Fu Yang stopped. He turned his head and looked displeased, "Why are you following me?"

Shu Wan handed Fu Yang a new schedule, "Do you accept this?"

"I don't accept it." Fu Yang took the schedule, tore it up and put it aside, among the shredded papers that fell one after another, Fu Yang smiled arrogantly at Shu Wan, "What can you do to me?"

"I can accept it for you." Shu Wan responded calmly.

"Hey, okay." Fu Yang turned around and continued to walk forward, "Then let me see your skills."

Even though he said so, when Fu Yang saw that Shu Wan got into the car with him, Fu Yang was still terribly irritable.

He threw the bag aside, raised his legs impatiently, "Shu Wan, what's wrong with you? Why are you following me when I go out to play?"

Shu Wan didn't answer Fu Yang's words, her eyes fell on Fu Yang's clothes, a little curious.

Compared with the strict feudal ethics of the previous life, modern times are obviously more open and inclusive, but the clothes Fu Yang wears are still a bit too avant-garde.

Short sleeves full of skulls and metal charms were paired with a pair of jeans with more patches than normal.

It's a very peculiar outfit, but fortunately Fu Yang's face is eye-catching enough, so it's not easy to suppress such a peculiar dress and become his foil.

Looking at Fu Yang's face, for some reason, Fu Siyu's appearance appeared in Shu Wan's mind.

In fact, in terms of facial features, Fu Yang and Fu Siyu are somewhat similar.

But in terms of temperament, the two are very different.

Fu Yang is a fledgling deer, delicate, young, and youthful, while Fu Siyu is a long-established lion, strong, domineering, restrained and deep.

"Is my dress nice?"

Fu Yang's voice broke Shu Wan's thoughts.

She came back to her senses, met Fu Yang's provocative gaze, and knew in her heart that Fu Yang did it on purpose.

Even though this era is very tolerant, Fu Yang's clothes are still considered a minority, especially in a long-standing family like the Fu family, such exotic clothes are not allowed.

"What are you looking at?" Fu Yang swayed his legs and leaned lazily on the sofa, "Do you still want to?"

"It's pretty." Shu Wan interrupted Fu Yang, "Young man, you look good in anything you wear."

Shu Wan didn't care about her clothes. After all, she was on the battlefield in her previous life, and the artillery fire was ruthless. Countless soldiers were bombed and bruised, and she couldn't wear clothes that covered her body.

As the commander in chief, it would be the most ridiculous if she still cared about these things.

What's more, when Shu Wan thought of the magazine she read yesterday, she no longer felt that Fu Yang was wearing something strange.

Probably because Shu Wan's expression was really sincere, Fu Yang was stunned for a moment, his eyes flickered slightly, "Don't think that if you flatter me, I will listen to you."

"Besides, you don't pretend to be an elder in front of me. You are only 6 years older than me, and you are so much shorter than me. I don't know what you are pretending to be."

"You have inherited Fu Siyu's genes very well. You are good-looking and you can look good in everything you wear. It's normal." Shu Wan said her thoughts realistically, "As for the elders, even if I am younger than you, I am still your father's wife. As long as we don't divorce, I will be your elder."

Fu Yang is really not a patient person, but although he hates Shu Wan's discipline, he can listen to her every time, probably because Shu Wan doesn't preach from a high position, and she seems to be sharing her thoughts sincerely.

So, when Shu Wan said that he was good-looking, Fu Yang's ears blushed subconsciously, "Of course I am good-looking, do you still need to say it?"

(End of this chapter)