Young Master Fu's Unexpected Cute Wife

On the phone, the woman called him "CEO Shang", her voice was filled with abnormal nervousness.

In that instant, he knew that something had happened to her.

"Third Young Master …"

The latter heaved a sigh of relief, as if she had released all her energy. For a few seconds, she even needed to rely on Fu Sihan's body in order for her to be able to stand firmly.

"Did you touch you?" Fu Sihan's voice was icy cold.

"No, no." Late at night, he didn't know if this "touch" was the kind with color.

"Where did I touch you?" Fu Sihan would never believe her evil intentions.

"Really, if he doesn't have one, then he …" Late at night, she wanted to say something but hesitated. She was a little ashamed and didn't dare to look him in the eye. "Just touch my face."

"Tsk." Fu Sihan suddenly laughed coldly. "I've never touched your face a few times before."

Nightfall was startled, he did not know that his words had made him unhappy.

"Get the f * ck out of my way!"

"..." "Oh."

She wanted to withdraw from his embrace, but she was held back by him.

He even glared at her fiercely, threatening her not to move.

The bald old man laid on the ground in fear as he only had one thought in his mind: Didn't Yan Wan say it wasn't this man's woman?

It's over! It's all over!

Just as he was thinking about how to explain himself and throw the pot on Yan Wan, the bald man suddenly heard that extremely cold man ask Yan Wan:

"Did he do that hand of yours?"

She blinked and said with a complicated expression, "Should … should you chop it?" "Third Young Master, this is illegal."

Even though to a person like Fu Sihan, 'breaking the law' was just a fart and not something he cared about. After all, he dared to openly shoot like Fu Manhua.

However, with so many people around them right now and him acting on her behalf …

Indeed, Fu Sihan wanted to chop off that hand.

However, the late night reaction was really interesting. Did she really think that he would be a good person?

Obeying the law was the conduct of good people, and it had nothing to do with him, Fu Sihan.

"No." Fu Sihan said.

She was relieved to see him waiting for her to answer his question. "Right hand," she said.

The scum of society like the Mediterranean had forced their way through countless women and deserved to be taught a lesson.

However, he never expected that Fu Sihan's method of teaching others a lesson would be less bloody than chopping off their hands. However, it was also brutal.

Fu Sihan let go of Yan Xie. He walked over and picked up the two-hundred-pound Mediterranean with one hand. Then, he grabbed Yan Su's hand and walked over to the dining table. He directly pressed it into a scalding hot pot of chicken soup that had just been served.

Ah!

Miserable cries like that of a pig came from the room.

The Mediterranean Sea was in so much pain that he struggled. Fu Sihan's foot was on his knee. The Mediterranean Sea was kneeling on the ground, unable to move. His hand was raised high, but his hand was still pressed down onto the claypot.

"Oh my god!"

The timid woman cried out and covered her mouth with her hand.

"Sir, have mercy!" "Spare us!" The Mediterranean shouted, "Director Shang! "I beg of you, please save me!"

Shang Xianchi shrugged. "I can't save someone my third brother wants to teach."

If sleeping with Third Sister-in-Law was not courting death, then so be it.

Third Young Master! Third Young Master, please spare me, I won't dare anymore! " When Mediterranean heard Shang Junchi call him Third Brother, he called him Third Young Master. He glared fiercely at Yan Wan'er, "It's her! She was the one who said it wasn't your woman, that's why I dared to make a move! I really didn't do it on purpose! "

Not his woman?

Fu Sihan shot a glance at Yan Xie's face before his gaze quickly returned to the Mediterranean Sea.

Late at night, she pursed her lips and shuddered inexplicably. That gaze of Fu Sihan's earlier … It was as if he wanted to get even with her.

It was only after five or six minutes that Fu Sihan finally let go.

The Mediterranean hurriedly pulled his hands out from the claypot. His hands, which were originally full of fat, now looked even more like pig's feet. They were red and swollen, and oily all over his face.

There was silence, and the sound of the Mediterranean's cries and cries of pain was especially clear. However, he did not dare to get angry at Fu Sihan. He begged and begged for mercy, and then he kneeled on the ground.

Fu Sihan looked at his hand that had just touched the Mediterranean with disdain. He then said to Yan Wan'er, "Come here."

When he saw her hand in midair, he guessed a little at what he meant: "Wipe your hands?"

"Yes."

There were antiseptic cabinets on the closet, and there were warm sterile towels listed in them.

He took one late at night and carefully wiped Fu Sihan's hands.

A man's hand is much bigger than a woman's.

She held his hand in her left hand, and in her right hand she held a towel to gently wipe his hands. The white towel was not as white as the porcelain of her skin.

She was so gentle that he thought she was... Poking at him.

Fu Sihan took the hot towel from Yan Wan's right hand and placed his left hand on the back of her head.

Late at night, he felt a wave of hot and humid air blowing towards him.

"Pain …"

The man wiped her face as hard as he wiped the floor.

"Don't shout." Fu Sihan's Adam's apple rolled. His hand paused for a moment before he continued to quickly wipe her face, wanting to clean up the place where the pig's feet had previously clawed at.

He could only touch his people!

She closed her eyes late at night, not noticing the change in the man's expression at all. "It hurts, be gentle …"

The voice was extremely sweet and sticky, as if there was a feather scratching the tip of his heart.

Fu Sihan cursed in his heart as he threw the towel to the side. With a cold expression, he said to Yan Wan, "Follow me!"

"Oh."

She didn't understand why his mood had changed so much. Furthermore, his voice seemed to have suddenly turned cold, but there was also a hint of restraint in it … Mute?

He knew that his third brother had always had a strong desire for possession, but this was the first time he realized that he also had a desire for possession of a woman!

This world is so damn magical!

The evening bag was still on the stool. He picked it up and followed Fu Sihan out.

As she walked past, the men and women along the way automatically avoided her, as if there was a lightning bolt on her.

"Boss, are you alright?" After Fu Sihan left late at night for the three of them, someone came to help the Mediterranean Sea.

"What a fart!" After spitting at him, he rushed back to the hospital with his assistant. After being scalded for such a long time, even if his hand wasn't crippled, it would at least be crippled.

However, he had to rely on his breath even for Shang Junchi, not to mention a man Shang Junchi respected. Today, he could only grit his teeth and swallow his pain.

The people who were left in the room sighed and said,

"What's the background of that Yan Huang?" Does anyone know? "

"I've never heard of him. He's most likely just a good-looking man who knows how to seduce people. Don't underestimate him because he looks young, he might even have first-rate skills in bed!"

"There are people in this circle who hug the potential customer every day, and there are also people who are abandoned by the potential customer every day. You don't have to care about a small role like this."

"..."

"Third Young Master, thank you for what you did just now!" He caught up late and changed his words half a second later. "Thank you for today."

Not just a moment ago, but that car too.

Fu Sihan suppressed the heat in his body, unwilling to speak to her.

"Third Young Master, I want to go home."

Seeing that Fu Guansan was ignoring him, he could only bite the bullet and follow Fu Sihan.