Young Master Fu's Unexpected Cute Wife

Last night, the curtains had not been drawn, and a ray of morning light had just reached the head of the bed.

Fu Sihan opened his eyes and saw that the woman in his embrace, in order to avoid the light, had drilled into his embrace like a cat.

She seemed a little cold, and her soft little hands were warm and sticky as they touched his waist.

From his point of view, he could just make out her curling eyelashes and her spreading eyebrows, which were especially gentle.

Fu Sihan suddenly felt that this life seemed to be pretty good as well.

Without moving his body, he stretched out his arm, picked up the remote control on the bedside table and pressed two buttons. The curtains closed automatically, and the temperature of the air conditioner rose from 16 degrees to 26 degrees.

After a while, it was morning training time. Fu Sihan carefully got out of bed.

Who would have thought that the person who dared to sit up would be grabbed by a small hand?

She was still asleep at night, but her brow was furrowed as she held on to him, as if his absence had caused her to fall into a restless sleep.

Fu Sihan looked at her for a few seconds before he mysteriously lay back down again, staring at the ceiling without a shred of sleepiness.

He had clearly held her in his arms like a human pillow, but now he had actually turned the tables.

He actually … Not angry at all?

Late at night, I dreamed of the gigantic Husky.

She hugged Erha to sleep. That position made her sleep very comfortably, so when Erha was about to leave, she pulled Erha's tail without hesitation.

As a result, when he woke up from his sleep, Erha had a cold expression on his face … Fu Sihan!

"Weng Weng ~ ~ ~" The head of the late-night soldier went blank.

After blinking her eyes a few times, she suddenly retracted her hand and rolled backward along with the blanket. She quickly looked at her pajamas but nothing happened. She heaved a sigh of relief.

The two of them shared a blanket at night. As the blanket was swept away late at night, Fu Si sat up with an expressionless face, his upper body shining with a cold light.

"If you don't even take it off, I'm not in the mood to molest you." Fu Sihan got out of bed and put on his clothes. His every gesture was filled with a noble aura.

"..." "How did you know I was wearing a Bra!?" Late at night.

"Different shapes." Actually, when she stuck to him at night, her touch was not soft enough.

You actually … He would be so angry that he would suffocate in the morning!

"Stop acting like I'm molesting you. It's you who's holding me and won't let me go." Fu Sihan did not even bat an eyelid when he was slashing around randomly.

"I …"

Although he wanted to hug her last night, when she was about to wake up, she vaguely felt that her hand had touched Erha's body a few times.

At that time, she was still thinking, her touch was obviously full of fur, but why did it feel so hard?

Nightfall's face was flushed red. He turned his head away and said nothing.

Fu Sihan's gaze rested on her chest for half a second. He had wanted her to remove it when she had stuck to him last night.

For the next two days, both of them slept in this "weird" mode.

Every time she went downstairs late at night and saw Housekeeper Lin's kind smile, she felt a headache coming on. She didn't know if she was mistaken, but she felt that Housekeeper Lin's smile had a deeper meaning than when his department dean looked at his daughter-in-law.

The fall show was coming soon.

It was in the afternoon, and the models had to arrive at eight in the morning.

The models in field B only had one large public dressing room. All thirty models were huddled together, changing their clothes to get makeup from the makeup artist.

"Is it too late?" The staff member, holding a skirt in his hand, shouted.

"We're here!" She hurried over and took the dress.

Shen Jie, who was at the side, praised Yan Wan'er, "Little girl, perform well. Perhaps today will be the day you set sail."

"Thank you, Director Shen. I'll do my best!"

With Shenjie's position, there was no need to watch the scene. He had come to Field B to see if Yan would come later. In a moment, he would go straight to Field A to greet the famous international models.

"Tsk, who knows how you managed to get the first job model position!"

Shen Jie had just left when a strange female voice broke the silence. Gu Nian crossed her arms as she stood beside Yan Mengrou with a look of despise on her face.

No one dared to open the back door for her, even if she had to pay for the interview. This was because the person in charge of the model was Shang Chengchi.

"Little Nian, don't say it late at night. Although she is not famous or has she produced any works that she can follow, and she has never appeared in any large scale shows, she was chosen by the judges." Yan MengRou tugged on Gu Nian's sleeve and tried to persuade her.

On the surface, these words were just a endorsement for a belated speech, but in reality, she was just giving Yan Wan the eyepatch, telling him that he had won the title of first model in Field B without any qualifications or results. If this wasn't opening the back door, then what was?

The three male judges at that time were all middle-aged. Shen Jie had even personally come to take care of Yan Wan. His insinuation was self-evident: "Yan Wan'er judges!"

A few of the models who had planned to greet Yan Wan and make friends stopped in their tracks, looking at her with looks of mockery and disdain.

The fashion industry was not as chaotic as the entertainment industry, but it was not that clean either. Besides their own abilities, models' opportunities were also important. However, there were only a few good spots, and if he wanted to get out of the game, he would need to use some extraordinary methods.

Everyone in the industry knew that selling out one's body was an unwritten rule, but there was no one who didn't hate it.

Everyone is willing to stand on the high ground of morality to judge others, to satisfy their vanity.

"Ah," she said softly late at night, turned a deaf ear to their words, and went into the changing room to change her clothes.

There would always be people who would see her strength. In the same way, there would always be people who would ignore her ability. There was no need for her to waste her breath over someone who was deliberately looking down on her.

When he came out of the locker room late at night, he found that all the models were gathered around one person, and that person was Yan MengRou.

Yan MengRou sat in front of the dressing table. The one dressing for her wasn't the company's makeup artist, but Xuange.

Xuange is the domestic first-line makeup artist, is many big brand obviously and first-line models of the use of makeup artist.

"Miss Xuan was specially invited by my brother to put on makeup for Sister Rou!" Gu Nian came out late and purposefully raised his voice, "Not like some people who betray themselves for the sake of being rich and powerful. In the end, they still live a lowly life like before."

After saying that, she intentionally glanced at Yan Wan'er, afraid that no one would understand who this' other person 'was.

Xuan Ge had been working at the top of society all year round, so she was not surprised by these scheming and scheming affairs. However, when she glanced over at Yan Wan, she paused for a moment, revealing a rarely seen high class beautiful face.

The other models looked at Yan Wan, who turned a deaf ear to the question, and randomly found a makeup artist who had nothing better to do and was about to line up to put on his makeup.

"Late at night, I'm getting engaged to Lin Chuan. Did you know that?" Yan Mengrou let Xuan Ge do the modeling for her. She looked through the makeup mirror in front of her and saw that Yan Xie was late. She waited for her to recover from her astonishment before appearing extremely sorrowful.

This was a man that Yan Wan had fallen in love with. Now, he was going to marry her!