550: C550 She's My Wife

C550 She's My Wife

Wanwan was speechless. If he continued to speak, she was afraid that she really would not be able to eat anymore.

It would be a pity if she did not eat such a delicious thing.

She was not a person who grew up with a golden spoon in her mouth and did not have the body of a young lady like Young Master. Her stomach was extraordinary. People in the Shu Lands ate chili every day and did not see any acne or gastric inflammation on their faces.

Wanwan threw the empty paper bowl into the trash can and took a wet tissue to wipe her mouth and hands. Suddenly, she noticed that the steamed cake that Fu Sihan spent a hundred yuan to buy had disappeared.

"Hey, where's the steamed cake that you bought?"

"I threw it away." Fu Sihan looked like he didn't want to mention that kind of thing to him.

"Why did you buy it if you don't want to eat it? Do you have a lot of money?" Luckily, Fu Sihan was good at earning money. Otherwise, once he went bankrupt, he would have killed himself. He didn't like this one, and he didn't like that one.

Fu Sihan pursed his lips and did not say anything.

Why did he buy it? Wasn't it because of the Lady Boss' girlfriend? But obviously, Yan Wanwan did not think of this.

Passing through this street, one could vaguely hear the sound of drums and singing.

The bar in the ancient city and the bar in the bar were a major feature. The heavy drum of the rock and roll bar was even higher than the disco bar in the big city. The lights were red and the wine was green. The dancers were bewitching and the DJ was fanatical...

Wanwan's eardrums were almost broken by the shock. She pulled Fu Sihan's clothes and walked quickly across the bar street.

Fu Sihan's eyes landed on her slender fingers. Her fingers hooked onto the hem of her clothes. It was so tender that it made people's heart feel like it was going to explode.

Further ahead was the gathering place of the snack shops and the bar.

In front of them, there were a lot of people surrounding the bar, and they all raised their heads.

The second floor of the imitation building was completely open, forming a natural stage. A band was playing, and the male lead with a little arrangement was singing a pleasant folk song on a high chair, while the bass player beside him was also playing the harmony tune.

The performance was not any worse than the band she had seen in Imperial Capital.

When the song ended, the tourists applauded, and a few tourists were attracted to the second floor.

Wanwan's depressed mood for the whole day finally cleared up. She relaxed and listened to the ballad on the second floor.

Until a light chased after her.

"Congratulations to this beauty for becoming tonight's eleventh believer. You can choose any song you want!" The home court handsome guy on the second floor said with a smile.

Wanwan looked around a few times before confirming that she was this lucky audience.

There was a staff member in the bar holding a microphone and looking for Yan Wanwan, asking her to order a song.

The staff member was very good at handling matters. Seeing Yan Wanwan's beautiful appearance, he said, "Miss can also go up and play a song by herself. This way, our restaurant will be free of charge for your wine tonight."

"She doesn't need to." Fu Sihan said.

The lighting user immediately expanded the light and covered Yan Wanwan and Fu Sihan. Only then did he realize that there was a top level handsome man beside the top level beauty.

"Are you two here for our honeymoon?" The staff member's aunt smiled. "Our Cloud City has many young couples who come for our honeymoon every year! The two of you are so beautiful. The babies in the future will definitely be very beautiful!"

The surrounding people looked at them and started to cheer in good will. Wanwan's face was embarrassed, but she really could not do something like throwing her face away for no reason. After all, other people did not have any ill intentions.

Since they had come here to play, they had to abide by the rules of this place.

She looked at Fu Sihan again. He was as expressionless as always, with only a pair of deep eyes like a cold pond. She was very unhappy that someone had secretly cast the light on him.

"We're not on our honeymoon, but I can go up and sing a song." After Wanwan said that, she said to the staff, "Prison Rice, look at my friend. He doesn't know the way."

It was not that she did not know the way, but Wanwan was afraid that Fu Sihan would do something reckless.

She was willing to go up to the second floor to sing. Firstly, she wanted to uncover the misunderstanding of her honeymoon. Secondly, she wanted to temporarily leave Fu Sihan's side to ease the awkwardness.

The staff smiled and nodded. He was very familiar with Fu Sihan and talked to him. "Handsome, you are actually a road fanatic? Hahaha! But having such a friend who cares about you is still very worthwhile. Work harder and chase him to become your girlfriend!"

Fu Sihan looked at him like he was looking at a fool. "She is my wife."

"Too what?" Cloud City was not in the mood to say "wife." They all said "wife.."

"... "

Fu Sihan really wanted to throw this person a meter away.

In fact, Fu Sihan did not think Yan Wanwan would choose to go up and sing, and it was a very romantic and lively Russian song.

Her tongue was perfectly flicked and the lyrics were clear. The starting and turning of each syllable could be considered perfect.

Whether it was the pronunciation of foreign languages, the tone, or feelings, they were all professional.

This was the first time Fu Sihan had seen Yan Wanwan like this.

She sat on a tall stool with her legs crossed and a guitar placed on top of each other. The process of playing the guitar was very casual. She did not even look at the strings but did not make a single mistake.

Self-playing and singing, it was as if the small heaven and earth on the performance stage on the second floor was her world. She could freely control her world.

Confidence, seriousness, relaxation, extraordinary... These were the looks of Yan Wanwan that Fu Sihan had seen on the stage before. Now, he had also seen this side of her in another place.

He knew that she spoke very well in Italian. She said that she had some superficial knowledge of Russian.

This spittle that could be called the pronunciation of her mother tongue was actually her so-called "superficial knowledge."

He also knew that her piano was not bad and seemed to know how to play the violin. He did not expect her guitar to be so good as well.

Ever since he knew her, he had never seen her play the guitar before. Now, she was even so familiar with it.

Fu Sihan's lips unconsciously curled into a smile. He was proud of Yan Wanwan.

After two seconds, Fu Sihan's smile gradually froze.

Because he suddenly realized that he actually did not know Yan Wanwan very well. Even if he knew that she was very intelligent, she was very transparent, and she was very outstanding.

But what he knew was still quite a distance away from the real her.

This distance made him feel a trace of uneasiness and guilt.

"Wow! Oh - - "

"Ahhhhh!!"

"Beauty, one more song!"

...

After the song was finished, the cheers were accompanied by applause.

The surrounding atmosphere was completely stirred up, and even a few people from the nearby bar couldn't help but come out to watch the show.

"The beauty is so amazing, she didn't sing in English just now, right?" The lead singer interacted with the lucky public.1

Wanwan nodded. "It's Russian."

"Beauty, do you learn Russian?"

"I know a little."

When Fu Sihan heard this, he put his hand on his forehead and smiled helplessly and consolingly once again.

Look, guessing meant that he knew a little about it.

Fu Sihan was proficient in Russian and could understand her pronunciation level. Furthermore, Yan Wanwan's Italian was professional. She only said "a little."

The audience cheered again.

The band began to look for the next lucky audience.

Wanwan retreated from the second floor and left with Fu Sihan while others were not paying attention.

Fu Sihan keenly noticed that her footsteps were lighter than before. She looked to be in a good mood.

"Happy?" Fu Sihan asked.

Wanwan walked half a step forward and tilted her head to look back. She asked Fu Sihan, "How was my singing?"

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