Young Master Fu's Unexpected Cute Wife

Was he trying to get even with her?

She took a deep breath and walked in.

The man was sitting alone on a sofa for two. He had already changed into his home clothes. Under the loose grey-white legs of his pants, he could still feel the muscles in his legs.

He didn't need to say anything. He was just sitting there quietly, a person who was able to draw everyone's attention.

"Third young master," Evening Night said consciously, "I didn't tell your secret to Yan'Er."

"Secret?" Fu Sihan raised his eyes. This woman seemed to be saying something about him being unable to see the light of day.

"That's right …" "That's right …" She looked at him, unable to say anything.

"Hmm?" Fu Sihan placed the tablet in his hand to the side.

"Not only are you not as ugly as the rumors say, but instead, you're very handsome. Furthermore, you don't look like you're being dominated; instead, you're successful in your career."

Fu Sihan was stunned for a very short moment. He didn't expect the evening party to say such a thing. When the woman said this, her ears turned red, and she didn't even look at him.

Fu Sihan suddenly had a teasing heart. "Woman, are you praising me?" A disguised confession? "

Evening Night rolled his eyes in his heart and compromised, "Praise you, praise you!"

"I'm late, why don't you try to lie to me a little more?" With a step closer, his fingers pinched her chin.

She was forced to raise her head late at night, not wanting to meet his gaze. She could not help but take a look, and so she saw him … Rolling Adam's apple.

The scene that happened in the afternoon at the pool club came to mind.

When Fu Sihan realized where her gaze landed, he couldn't help but recall the uncontrollable feeling he had that afternoon …

"You're not allowed to go to that place next time." He let go of her and turned his back, but the sensation of his small mouth against his throat was still clear, like the softest of movements.

"A billiard club is not a nightclub." That was a proper place, okay, she couldn't resist saying late at night, "I went to high school."

"If I say you can't go, then you can't!" Fu Sihan ordered. Are you proud to have been there in high school?!

"Fine."

You are tyrannical!

The next day was a model interview.

He got up early late.

From the corner of his eye, he caught a glimpse of a figure descending the stairs.

She was wearing a blue chiffon sweater with white trousers and long, thin, straight legs.

There was a layer of light makeup on her face, making her already delicate facial features seem even more attractive. Her long hair was tied into a high ponytail, and her apricot-colored backpack had collapsed. In that gentle and demure face, there was an additional sense of youth.

"Third Young Master, good morning!" It was only then that she remembered she didn't tell him in advance that she was going out today. "Third Young Master, um …" I have an interview today. "

"What interview?"

"In the pool club, the only thing Yan'Er mentioned to Shang shaoye was that it was an interview with RK's model car." She asked carefully, "Is that alright?"

Car Modules...

Fu Sihan looked at her expectant gaze and sneered coldly. His gaze was slightly cold.

"Let's go." He strode out.

It was only then that he noticed that Fu Sihan was wearing a dark striped suit. Fu Sihan's entire body was exuding an aggressive aura.

She was a little surprised. "You …" Are you going out? "

Nightfall curled his lips, and saw something similar in his eyes, "What's your identity? You have the right to control me? Can you control it? " Disdain.

"Get in." Fu Sihan tilted his head towards the mighty Maybach.