Fu Shao, your wife is a little arrogant

Chapter 881 She Is So Pretty

Holding the water glass in one hand, Fu Sishen led Shi Xian upstairs with the other. He looked sideways at her indifferent little face, saw that she withdrew her hand and was a little nervous, and asked with a smile, "Afraid of me?"

Shi Xian squeezed her fingers tightly, and automatically distanced herself from him. After climbing four or five steps, she turned her head to look at the man below, and asked quietly, "Then what kind of answer do you want to hear?"

"Then give me your hand." Fu Sishen didn't answer her words, but extended his hand towards her.

He refused to answer the proposition she threw.

"Mr. Fu, you're changing the subject." Shi Xian's tone was flat, and she looked at the man's expression with a bit of resentment. After she finished speaking, she turned around and ignored him.

Fu Sishen followed Shi Xian back to the room, and just as he closed the door, she turned around and stared at him and suddenly asked again.

"The clothes in the cloakroom... did you have someone change them?"

But it seemed that there was no one else except him. After asking Shi Xian, he felt that this question was a bit redundant.

But if you don’t ask this question, you don’t know how to bring up this topic.

Fu Sishen saw that Shi Xian wrinkled her small face slightly. After walking over to put down the cup, Fu Sishen turned around and smiled slowly with her: "Don't you like it?"

Shi Xian was ashamed, should she like it?
"Mr. Fu's taste is really..." Shi Xian raised her eyes to look at him, her hurtful words met those deep and quiet black eyes, and then suddenly stopped.

Is it bad to be disgusted in person?

Fu Sishen came over and put his arms around the woman's slender waist. With a smile in his eyes, he led her directly into the cloakroom.

Shi Xian struggled a little in his arms, but the man turned a blind eye and kept her locked in his arms.

Walking to the closet, Shi Xian saw Fu Sishen's knuckle-boned palm hovering over the row of clothes.

An ominous premonition flashed in her heart, she turned her eyes to look at that handsome and slender face, she shouted rationally, and immediately pushed away the man beside her, her tone hastened: "I know what you are thinking, all your thoughts are in vain. Stop me immediately, and I tell you I won't wear it."

The picture of last night suddenly appeared in my mind, and I was even more ashamed-annoyed.

"Are you sure you don't wear it?"

After Fu Sishen finished speaking, his slender fingers picked up a smoky pink lace nightdress with suspenders. When the light fell, the hanger seemed to lose weight in his hands.

As light as that magnetic hoarse voice.

"Don't wear it!"

Shi Xian was a little speechless, what are these hobbies, eh?
Why don't you sleep well at home?

What are you doing with so many things?
wrong.

To toss her for what?She's so cute and so pretty.

"I asked them to retake the MJ commercial." Fu Sishen said with a slightly regretful expression, as if he was talking about an innocuous matter.

But when Shi Xian heard it, she wanted to explode. If Fu Sishen hadn't pulled her back into her arms, she would have turned around in anger.

The woman raised her beautiful eyes and glared at him, then complained unsteadily: "You can't do this, work is work, work and life are separated, you are obviously bullying people like this."

How could he be like this?
Is this blackmailing her with an advertisement?

Do you want her to be soft and obedient?
Why are men so hateful!

"Well, bullying you..."

Fu Sishen lowered his head and kissed the tip of her nose, and rubbed his long fingers on her back with a gentle force, but she couldn't escape.

"I shot the commercial for three days. Do you know how troublesome it is to reshoot? It's really not funny if you can't make this kind of joke."

Shi Xian wasn't sure if Fu Sishen was serious or joking, but subconsciously wanted him to take it back.

MJ's advertisement, not to mention the advertiser's nod of praise that day, even she herself is very satisfied.

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Xiao Aojiao: Can I still have this kind of husband?

Mr. Fu: If you want it, you have to. If you don’t want it, it’s mine.

Xiao Aojiao: Humph, wait and see~
　Ask for a ticket~
　　
　
(End of this chapter)