Dressed as a wealthy and rebellious son, his stepmother

Under normal circumstances, Shu Wan would not force others to make things difficult.

But now, Shu Wan really wanted to try the feel of those ears, and she didn't see how much Fu Yang resisted.

Shu Wan's ankle moved slightly, and Fu Yang's shoelaces came loose. Shu Wan lowered her head and pointed to his shoes, "Your shoelaces came loose."

Taking advantage of Fu Yang squatting down to tie his shoelaces, Shu Wan stretched out her hand and touched the top of Fu Yang's head.

Not to mention, it feels pretty good.

Sensing the movement above his head, Fu Yang stood up suddenly, his ears were almost red, and his eyes were very round, "What are you doing?"

"I touched your ears." Shu Wan was very calm.

"I don't agree."

"I didn't ask for your permission." Shu Wan smiled.

"Why are you acting like a rascal?" Fu Yang was shocked.

"Then what should I do, I'll let you touch the top of my head too?" Shu Wan said, bending down slightly.

At this time, she still had the black robe on her body, and she was wearing a mask on her head. Fu Yang was not interested at all.

He took a deep breath, "You're ruthless."

After finishing speaking, Fu Yang left angrily.

Shu Wan calmly followed, the two of them were in front of each other, one was the gorgeously dressed little fox king, the other was the faceless man in black robe, there was an inexplicable strange harmony.

Not long after the two left the comic exhibition, there were photos of the scene on the Internet.

Thanks to the guidance of someone with a heart, the first hot search term that popped up was "Fu Yang beats someone".

The photos used in the marketing account also have carefully processed angles.

From the photo, only Fu Yang's indifferent side face, clenched fists, and a person in a skirt lying on the ground can be seen.

The first impression of this photo is that Fu Yang is bullying girls.

The marketing account also vaguely explained the situation at the scene, "There was turmoil at the comic exhibition, and Lin Yang, who has been on fire recently, had conflicts with others."

[He looks like a cool and beautiful boy, why is he so violent. . . .If you are blinded by such a good-looking face, our Little Fox King won't bully others like this. 】

[Is that next to Shu Wan?It's fine if Lin Yang is underage and ignorant. As a guardian, why is she standing by like this? No wonder she's a stepmother. 】

[You are all scolding Lin Yang, am I the only one who silently knocked him and his stepmother in the face. . . .Why does she look so awesome, she really looks good. 】

When the popularity of this news was rising rapidly, many netizens at the scene came out to clarify, saying that the person who was beaten was secretly photographed by Fu Yang, but they were covered up by numerous accusations.

In the manor at this time, Fu Yang changed his clothes as soon as he got home.

Shu Wan felt a little regretful about this.

After all, Fu Yang, with long silver hair and two fluffy ears, looked much cuter than usual.

Fortunately, Shu Wan took a lot of photos of Fu Yang. She took out her camera and sorted them out. She selected some good-looking photos and sent them to Fu Yang.

After thinking about it, Shu Wan sent it to Fu Siyu.

After all, it's his son. As a guardian, she should also let Fu Siyu know about his son's activities.

Fu Yang received the photos and only sent back a few bomb emojis to Shu Wan.

Fu Siyu, on the other hand, gave a very positive evaluation, "The filming was pretty good, are you going home?"

"I'm back." Shu Wan replied, "I just had dinner, and I'm going to take a nap."

"Today is the summer solstice." Fu Siyu suddenly brought up an inexplicable topic.

"Time flies pretty fast." Shu Wan agreed.

"We have the custom of giving fans at the summer solstice," Fu Siyu continued, "I have someone make a few fans from the south of the Yangtze River and send them to the imperial capital. Can you see if they are suitable for you?"

Fu Siyu said it was a custom, but Shu Wan didn't ask further, her eyes slightly curved, "Thank you."

"You're welcome."

As soon as Fu Siyu finished speaking, there was a knock on the door, Shu Wan walked over to open the door, the housekeeper held a brocade box and a bouquet of flowers in his hand, "Young Madam, this is what the Young Master ordered us to bring here. "

"it is good."

Shu Wan took the brocade box, took the flowers, and returned to the phone.

"Why are there still flowers?" Shu Wan was curious, "Do you have any explanation?"

"No, a bouquet of flowers is only one or two hundred yuan, depending on what you like, by the way."

"Thank you, I like it very much."

Fu Siyu specifically mentioned the price of the bouquet, which immediately made Shu Wan lose his guard.

After all, compared with Fu Siyu, who is worth nearly one trillion yuan, one or two hundred yuan is the difference between candlelight and nine heavenly stars.

Shu Wan opened the brocade box, and inside was a very beautiful round fan.

Her embroidery skills are very good, and it can be seen naturally that this round fan is made of ice silk, which is made with extremely complicated and complicated techniques, so that the entire fan surface looks crystal clear without the slightest gap.

"What a beautiful fan." However, Shu Wan was a little strange, "There is no pattern on this fan."

"There's a special seat for you." Fu Siyu said in a low voice, "I saw you doing an inscription last time. The handwriting was beautiful. If you want to come to someone else's inscription, you don't like it. Otherwise, you can inscribe on the fan."

"Okay."

Hearing Fu Siyu's words, Shu Wan was of course tempted.

After all, she has been very busy during this time, and she doesn't have much time to practice calligraphy. Moreover, this round fan is so delicate and beautiful, which also aroused her interest in inscriptions.

Shu Wan opened the ink, dipped a little ink, and wrote a quiet word in the middle of the round fan.

Just one word seems a little monotonous, Shu Wan picked up the pen again, and drew a bluegrass in the lower right corner.

After finishing the painting, Shu Wan took a photo and sent it to Fu Siyu.

Fu Siyu looked at it for a while, and then commented, "What a strong character, what a vivid painting."

When Shu Wan writes, every word seems to carry her strength of character, and every stroke has the power of a rock.

And her paintings are different from her calligraphy. If her calligraphy is like a mountain grasping the ground, then her painting is like a wind chasing the clouds.

That bluegrass, with just a few strokes, makes people feel that there is no wind and is automatic. With the swaying of the round fan, the bluegrass seems to dance in the wind and come alive.

Shu Wan accepted Fu Siyu's admiration very calmly. Shu Wan felt that she was really good at painting as a disciple who was recognized by the calligraphy sage and painting fairy in her previous life.

"If you give me a fan, then I should give you a gift too." No matter in the previous life or in the present, the emphasis is on reciprocity.

It's just that Shu Wan couldn't think of what to give Fu Siyu for a moment. He didn't seem to lack anything, and he didn't look particularly interested in anything.

As if seeing Shu Wan's thoughts, Fu Siyu took the initiative to say, "Why don't you give me a word too."

"Okay, what word do you want?"

"Yu." Fu Siyu replied, "Can I?"

"No problem at all."

Shu Wan quickly wrote a sheet and sent it to Fu Siyu.

In fact, Shu Wan didn't think there was any problem when writing it, and she didn't think there was any problem when it was sent to Fu Siyu.

But when she saw that Fu Siyu used this word as the avatar of all social platforms, Shu Wan felt a little weird.

It’s even better if the characters are Fu, this Yu.