408: C408 Mrs Fu You must be Spoiled

C408 Mrs Fu You must be Spoiled

Fu Sihan furrowed his brows the moment he entered the room.

This house was not even as big as his study room.

Wanwan did not need to guess what Fu Sihan was thinking. She put down her handbag and said:

"Third Young Master Fu, this apartment is considered not bad here. It was only rented by Sister Jia because she had a friend. Moreover, I am usually busy and don't often stay in the room. This room is very suitable. "

"Mrs Fu, do you have some noodles as the wife of the CEO of RK Group?" Fu Sihan was leaning on the marble cooking table, and for a moment, he found it funny.

He did not understand why this woman was so easy to feed.

She clearly had the right to be aloof and lovable now.

Wanwan let Fu Sihan take a casual look and went to the bedroom on the second floor to change into a regular outfit.

Fu Sihan's gaze chased after Yan Wanwan.

There were benefits to discovering this apartment.

The bedroom upstairs was separated by glass. Yan Wanwan was the only one who lived there. She did not pull the curtains, so Fu Sihan could easily see his wife changing upstairs.

The skin wrapped under the black dress was as white and delicate as usual. He knew that it was smooth like fat when he touched it.

She even changed into an undergarment.

Fu Sihan couldn't help but raise his eyebrows. He felt like his heart was racing when he looked at her.

Wanwan did not know that there was a "peeping devil" at home. Just as she changed her clothes and prepared to go down, Fu Sihan had already walked to the bedroom door.

"How are you going to... Wu!"

Fu Sihan strode forward and pinched Yan Wanwan's thin waist, pressing her against the wall and kissing her.

"Mrs Fu, as long as you leave, I, your husband, will be gone for as long as I am gone." Fu Sihan buried his head in Yan Wanwan's neck and ears.

Wanwan's legs were a little weak as she pushed his head.

"You, don't be like this... Fu, Fu Sihan, let's go out for a stroll, alright?"

Fu Sihan withdrew his thoughts and pinched Yan Wanwan's chin. He narrowed his eyes and asked her, "What did you call me?"

... "Han."

Wanwan was speechless. Why was this man so persistent in calling her that?

Only then did Fu Sihan feel satisfied and absent-mindedly said, "We are on the same planet, what is there to stroll about?"

It was written all over his face, Wasting time.

Wanwan stared at this man who did not know romance and his brain was full of yellow trash. She glared but was still angry. She raised her hand to beat him and asked, "Are you going or not?"

The woman's tone was arrogant and her expression was lovable. It was as if she was cheating.

Yan Wanwan rarely had such a side.

Fu Sihan's words of "not going" were about to come out of his mouth, but he swallowed it back. His words completely betrayed his brain and said, "Go."

If you say go, go.

The streets of Paris were filled with romantic exotic styles. The period of fashion week was also filled with fashion sense.

Western culture was open, and intimate couples and couples could be seen everywhere on the streets.

Fu Sihan held Yan Wanwan's waist and walked on the streets in boredom.

That expressionless face seemed like everyone owed him hundreds of millions. Only when he looked at the woman beside him did he have more warmth and love.

The two of them were extremely good-looking and had excellent temperaments. They also had a rare eastern face in Europe. Along the way, they attracted many people's attention. There was even a photographer carrying a SLR that ran over and asked if he could take a picture of the two of them.

Fu Sihan did not like to take photos, but when he saw Yan Wanwan's hesitant and expectant look, he asked her, "Do you want to take a picture?"

"What about you?" Wanwan raised her head and asked him.

Fu Sihan's mouth raised slightly, "Mrs Fu wants to take photos, so take photos."

Wanwan could not help but laugh, feeling sweet in her heart.

After being together for so long, Wanwan could more or less feel that Fu Sihan did not like to be exposed to the camera. The reason why he said this was all to accommodate her.

This kind of thing. Most of the street photos were released in a group manner and would not reveal the identity of the person in the photos. Plus, this was overseas, so it did not have much of an impact on Yan Wanwan and Fu Sihan.

After Wanwan thought about it, she asked the photographer, "May I ask if you can pass me a copy of the photos after you take them?"

The photographer, "Of course!"

There was no need to specially take the photo. Coincidentally, it was the Seine River beside them. The photography club followed Yan Wanwan and Fu Sihan all the way to the Seine River.

Wanwan did not feel like taking any photos. The photographer just said that they had already taken the photos. That excited look on his face was enough to tell that the effect of the photos must be very good.

There were more than ten photos, and they were all premium products.

There was a man holding a woman's back as they walked forward. The woman and the man looked at the side of the lake together. The woman raised her head and the man looked at her with a nod. The man looked at the woman with an expressionless face, but there was a unique indulgence in his eyes.

On the right was the streets of Paris where people came and went. On the left was the sparkling Seine River.

They were the most ordinary pair in the world, and also the most dazzling pair in the picture.

The photographer praised Yan Wanwan. When he was excited, he even forgot to use English directly in French.

Wanwan thanked him in French.

"Wow! Madam, you are really amazing. Not only are you beautiful, but you are also beautiful. And so many languages! You're really a charming woman! " The photographer heard that the woman from the east and the man beside her were speaking in neither French nor English.

The photographer excitedly wanted to talk to Yan Wanwan, but he finally realized that Fu Sihan looked at her coldly.

He shrugged helplessly. The statue of God in his eyes was asking Yan Wanwan, Why did you find such a petty man?

The French were romantic, and their pursuit of beauty was human nature. They purely admired him and did not have any evil thoughts.

The photographer tactfully shut his mouth and passed the photo to Yan Wanwan. Before he left, he casually said to Yan Wanwan, "Your relationship with your boyfriend is really good."

Otherwise, who could stand such a domineering man!

Fu Sihan coldly said, "I am her husband."

Wanwan looked up at the sky and found it very funny. This person always had the same obsession with this kind of detailed address and identity.

Wanwan looked at the photo of the two with satisfaction and secretly smiled. She felt Fu Sihan's gaze and suddenly pulled back her hand. She looked at him vigilantly and did not let him see.

Fu Sihan raised his eyebrows.1

Wanwan put away her phone and said righteously, "I asked him for it and didn't give it to you."

If she showed these photos to Fu Sihan, she would feel ashamed for some reason, just like... showing off their affection.

It was good that she kept these pictures and never showed them to Fu Sihan!

Fu Sihan clicked his tongue. When he saw the university student holding hands next to him, he thought of Yan Wanwan's age. He put his arms around his waist instead of holding hands and asked her, "Where else do you want to go?"

"I originally wanted to go to Holy Mother of Paris, but unfortunately, after the fire, it was still in the rehabilitation period." Wanwan felt pity.

"Are you interested in Christian?"

Wanwan shook her head. "No, I just like the architecture and religious elements there. I came once when I was young, but I only took a few glances outside and did not go in."

"Why not go in?" Fu Sihan had a lot to say when it came to Yan Wanwan.

If it was someone else, he would not be interested in the reason behind it.

Whether you can enter or not, what does it have to do with me? Why should I care about you?

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