Young Master Fu's Unexpected Cute Wife

"It's too late. Someone who has an engagement with his cousin..." Missy asked with difficulty.

"It's yanmengrou, not me." The sad admission in the evening.

"Is that true?" Missy asked in disbelief, looking like she was about to cry.

I feel a little sore in the evening. I don't want to see Michelle like this.

What she fears most is disappointment.

Also most afraid of others to their own disappointment in the eyes.

It's hard to feel the difference.

"Is it true that it matters?" Tongxiao makes a sound and scoffs at misiko.

Missy shrank her neck in fear and did not dare to answer. Why does she think Xiaoxiao's eyes seem to want to hit herself?

"It doesn't matter." Zuo Jia agreed to look at Tongxiao and smile, "engagement only has something to do with Fu Sihan, it has nothing to do with us. Since the client is around, I naturally believe in my own eyes and my heart. Why listen to other people's words? Who can tell right from wrong? "

Zuo Jia patted Yan Wan Wan on the shoulder and said, "late, or that sentence. Here, you are the first to speak late, and then to Mrs. Fu."

"Thank you, thank you!" Late at night, they smile gratefully, and their eyes flit over misiko. They don't stop and don't explain. They go to one side and call Fu Sihan.

Fu Sihan knows about the matter of marriage substitution, so he should stand by her side when it comes out.

Missy bit her lip and carefully went to see whether it was too late.

Is she getting upset about being late? But it's not right to rob Yan mengrou's marriage She has always felt that yanwanwan is a kind and gentle woman who has no other shortcomings except her birth.

Missy felt oppressed.

"Hello." The man's steady voice came from the receiver.

"Third brother..."

As soon as he heard the voice of Fu Sihan, he felt that his calm and tenacity were all defeated and wronged.

Fu Sihan heard that his mood was wrong, and his tone changed immediately, "late, what's the matter with you? Who bullied you? "

"No, not bullied." Later, he quickly said, "it's the audio on the Internet, the one with soft dreams..."

Late words have not finished, Fu Sihan interrupted her, "speech late, how big a matter, what's so urgent? I'll take care of it. "

For Yan wanwan, Fu Sihan's words are the biggest pacifier.

She was in a clear mood for a moment. She turned to the topic and said, "third brother, I'm going to get on the plane. I'll arrive at the capital airport at 3:00 in the afternoon."

"Want me to pick you up?" Fu Sihan recognized the implication of her words, the ending rose, with a bit of abuse, "say something nice, Mrs. Fu."

In the past, Yan wanwan would never take such a tease from him.

But at this moment, she even wanted to cooperate with him, so she asked: "husband, do you come to pick me up?"

Fu Sihan breathed slowly.

Husband, these two words come out from the mouth late and late, it's just like a curse.

Night did not hear his response, looked at the eye signal, did not break it.

"Hello? Third brother

"Pick up. My husband will pick you up." Fu Sihan's voice was low, just like the best cello to listen to, stirring people's hearts.

Night can't help but raise the lip corner, the bottom of my heart is warm and sweet.

Taking advantage of other people's inattention, Tongxiao sends a short message to Nangong Yixiao and reports the situation here.

Nangong to Xiao rarely return to the text message Tongxiao, but this time sent a few lines of words.

After reading the text message, Tongxiao frowns, more worried to see the late speech.

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after several days of continuous rotation, she couldn't get tired at night. With Fu Sihan, she fell asleep as soon as she got on the plane.

Four and a half hours later, the plane landed at the capital airport.

Late at night, I began to look for people, but I didn't find Fu Sihan or his subordinates at the airport.

Late at night, I was a little lost, wondering whether Fu Sihan was in traffic jam or delayed in some important work.

She was walking outside, while touching out her mobile phone to call him, suddenly rushed out of all directions, countless reporters surrounded her tightly.

The flash flashes constantly, and the dazzling light makes the eyes unable to open.

The reporters asked:

"is it really you who designed to marry Fu Sihan? Do you want to revenge on the real family, or do you like Mrs. Fu's throne

"It's too late. Have you been ill intentioned for a long time and have been looking down on the engagement of Yan mengrou for a long time?"

"Before that, did Fu Sihan know you robbed yanmengrou's engagement?"

"It's late. Have you ever liked Gu Linchuan? Are you and Gu Linchuan together to plant him to Yan mengrou? "

……

The words are sharp, straight out of the heart.

What are these problems?

What's all this stuff about?!"First of all, I didn't..." Wan Wan was about to speak and explain, but was struck blank by a reporter's words --

"Yan Wan, Fu Sihan didn't come to pick you up today, but went to Su Yujie's show. Was it because he knew the truth that your feelings were broken?"

Night Zheng Leng in the same place, blink, a moment no response.

Fu Sihan didn't come because Went to Su Yujie's show?

How And Su Yujie again?

When reporters saw that Su Yujie had more impact on yanwanwan than yanmengrou, they began to ask Su Yujie's questions:

"Yan wanwan, Fu Sihan's meeting with Su Yujie was the beginning of their feelings, right?"

"It's too late. Do you know about Su Yujie and Fu Sihan?"

"It's too late for you and Fu Sihan to break up. Will it affect your career?"

"It's too late. After this time, will you accept a divorce?"

……

The reporters were bombarded with questions.

In the evening, I feel the hair dryness of lips and throat, and my brain is buzzing. I can't think. Only the sentence "Fu Sihan has gone to Su Yujie's show" circulates around my ears like a magic spell.

Fu Sihan didn't come. Why didn't he come? Did he really go to Su Yujie's show In the evening, there is a voice in my heart constantly asking.

Without response from Yan Wan, the reporters pushed forward one by one, and the camera poked directly into Yan Wan's face.

Late at night, he was knocked back a step back and did not stand firm. The reporter did not give up. He continued to move forward. Other reporters also vied with each other for fear of missing the news.

I was poked into the corner of my mouth by a microphone

"What are you doing? Get out of the way!" It's Zuo Jia's voice.

"It's too late to speak!" Missy's voice of horror.

They are surrounded by reporters, as women and small strength, there is no way to squeeze into the evening to protect her.

In the evening, when the center of gravity was unstable and fell down, a surge of people was surging, saying that the evening was dragged back and into a strange arms.

Then the sounds of "pa -" Kuang Dang - "ah -" oh my God - "began to ring out one after another.