Young Master Fu's Unexpected Cute Wife

Her ash-blue shirt outlined her full waist, and several of the men around her stared at her.

Wasn't it just two hours ago that she had told him that she had an appointment with a friend?

"Third brother, are you going?" When Shang Junchi saw Fu Sihan looking over, he knew there was hope!

"Let's go." Fu Sihan spat out one word.

The young son An bumped Shang Junchi's shoulder and asked in a low voice, "What are you doing?"

"The woman who doesn't sleep!" That's it! " Shang Chengchi suppressed the excitement in his heart.

Young Son An's reaction lasted half a second. His usually calm eyes lit up as he asked, "The one with the red dress?"

"The one with the shirt!" Shang Chengchi clicked his tongue twice, "You can't tell, can you? Third Brother actually likes this kind of pure and flirtatious style!"

The late billiards skills were considered good among women, but compared to the smoke, they were like noobs.

With a swing of the stick, the three balls fell into his net.

"Yo!" Oh, you're a female god! "

A voice suddenly came from behind him.

She turned around late at night and almost bumped into a person. The tip of her nose brushed against the other person's clothes, and her body reflexively retreated. However, her lower body leaned against the billiard table, and her upper body involuntarily fell backwards.

The waist was held up by a powerful arm.

She crashed into his chest late at night. Through the thin fabric of his clothes, she could feel his powerful muscles and the scorching heat, as well as …

A familiar scent, with a hint of the fragrance of the Yucai Leaf.

He raised his head and bumped into that pair of deep and cold eyes.

"Third, Third Young Master …" Nightfall was so shocked that his eyes widened. Due to his shock, only his lips moved slightly, but he did not let it out.

Fu Sihan lowered his eyes and looked at her expressionlessly. There wasn't the slightest trace of emotion in his eyes, as if he didn't recognize her.

"Thanks for helping my friend out, but you can let go now." Zang Yan 'rescued' his best friend from Fu Sihan's grasp and protected her behind him. His smile carried an inconspicuous wariness.

It was as if Fu Sihan didn't see the thick smoke as he looked past her and Yan Wan, who was behind her, into her eyes.

Why did he end up meeting Fu Sihan every time he came out to play!

"Miss Sheng, how about we have a table?" Shang had a handmade billiard club of the ILC in his hand.

"Shang shaoye, young gongzi," Liuyan recognized Shang Junliang. He looked at the young master An beside him and then at the man who had hugged his best friend by the waist. He was very handsome, but he couldn't recall who he was.

The young masters and daughters of the upper echelons of the imperial city had all seen it, but not the one in front of them.

"This is my third brother." Shang Chengchi introduced Fu Sihan. "Miss Sheng, your skill is clearly meant to bully that beauty. Why don't we have a teammate fight two against two?"

"Why is it 2v2?" Zhuang Yan remembered that Shang Junchi was the head of RK Media, and that dealing with him would do no harm to the evening.

Liuyan sized up Shang Chengchi and found that he had been looking at his friend late at night. He asked half-heartedly, "Shang shaoye, you aren't thinking of attracting my best friend's attention, are you?"

If that was the case, the ball wouldn't have to be played.

In a split-second, Shang Chengchi felt as if a hair was being lifted off his back. When he turned his head, he met Fu Sihan's cold and fierce gaze.

Look, Third Brother really does have intentions of hinting at girls!

"Miss Sheng, you can't just randomly eat this food or speak carelessly about it. Don't make me a part of Africa with just a few words!" "I'm in the same group as you, Miss Sheng, and your friend is in the same group as my third brother. Don't tell me you're saying that I want to date your friend?"

The meaning behind Shang Chengchi's words was extremely clear as he looked at Fu Sihan.