Young Master Fu's Unexpected Cute Wife

She restrained her doubts and didn't ask any more questions.

"..."

Jiang Yan quickly returned to Fu Sihan's side.

He whispered: "Third young master, I found it."

Fu Sihan glanced at the servant beside him, and the servant tactfully withdrew.

"Continue." Fu Sihan said.

"Back then, the person who was arrogantly saying that he wanted to marry you was indeed not my wife, but my words. The person you were engaged to was also Yan MengRou. However, after your accident, Yan MengRou no longer mentioned that she was your fiancée, so for all these years, no one knew which young miss of the Yan family you were engaged to. As a result, the one who married you was Madam. "

As long as one was not a fool, one could see that Yan Meng Rou clearly disliked Fu Sihan after the incident. In the end, the Yan Clan had allowed the unfavoured Yan Xu to marry late.

If Yan MengRou found out about the young master's true face, she would definitely regret it!

"Marry?" Fu Sihan narrowed his eyes. His tone was filled with ridicule.

"You can say that." Jiang Yan asked, "Young master, do we need to find trouble with the Yan Clan?"

"Not now."

"..."

The room was filled with the clear, cold fragrance of the Yucai Leaf. It was exactly the same as the fragrance on Fu Sihan's body, and was extremely permeable.

This room was spotlessly clean, but there was no sign of human life. It was obvious that no one lived here all year round.

He didn't dare to move his things late at night. He walked to the balcony and stood outside to take a look at the scenery.

"What are you looking at?"

A voice suddenly came from behind.

He was wearing a black shirt with the same color pants under it. He was half hidden in the gothic style of the room, as if he was a demigod from the legends of Central Europe. He was both beautiful and mysterious to the extreme.

"I'm just taking a casual look at the scenery." She pointed at the table, "Gun, where did I put it?"

The woman's eyelashes fluttered. Fu Sihan discovered that his body would subconsciously retreat before he could take a step forward. However, behind her was the railings that reached her waist, leaving her nowhere to retreat.

"Afraid of me?" Fu Sihan sat down on the edge of the bed. One of his long legs was bent, the other was stretched out, and he had one hand behind his back. He was lazy and domineering.

She shook her head, feeling that this was too unbelievable, and could only nod again. "A little."

[You just killed people without blinking. Who isn't afraid of that?]

"How did it feel to meet your ex-boyfriend?" After Fu Sihan finished asking these questions, he could clearly see that Yan Xu's expression had stiffened.

"Third young master, I …" "When I was together with Gu Yichuan, I didn't know about his family background. Even when I married you, I didn't know that you were related to him in such a way."

Fu Sihan was well aware of what kind of trash Gu Yinchuan was. He had started flirting with girls in primary school and handed over the body of a child in junior high. He even put on an act of a humble gentleman.

Unexpectedly, looking at the situation today, that hypocritical nephew of his seemed to have a deep affection for Yan Wan.

Fu Sihan recalled Gu Yinchuan's expression when he saw the night sky and the words he said to the night sky. He felt a sense of disgust when he was looked down on for everything he owned.

Seeing that his expression didn't look good, the night went on, "Third Young Master, Gu Yichuan and I are already in the past. I know my own identity, so don't worry, I won't do anything degrading … about my current position. "

"Where are you?" All of a sudden, Fu Sihan felt that her description of his wife as "this position" was very harsh.