668: C668 Don't Worry There's No Poison!

C668 Don't Worry There's No Poison!

When he was picking clothes, Fu Sihan would constantly describe Yan Wanwan's appearance in his mind.

He was guessing whether she had lost weight, where she had lost weight, and whether the size of the clothes needed to be changed.

Wanwan carefully looked at these new clothes and found that there were a few of them that she had wanted to buy but was not willing to buy.

Wanwan suspiciously looked at Fu Sihan.

"What is it?" The man leaned against the closet door and asked quietly.

"I liked these things before." Wanwan pointed at one of the creatively pieced together regular clothes, "How did you... buy this one?"

Third Young Master Fu was not a fashionable man. This kind of creativity piecing together was not his aesthetic style.

Fu Sihan's lips curled up and he hooked his finger at Yan Wanwan. "Come here. Come here and I will tell you."

"So mysterious..." Wanwan muttered.

As soon as she walked in, Fu Sihan held her by the waist and pressed her against the closet door before she could even stand up. He kissed her hard.

"Oh!"

Wanwan was stunned by his kiss.

"What, are you stupid?" Fu Sihan let go of her lips and patted her face in amusement.

Her breasts were so good that he pinched her a few more times.

"You haven't said it yet." Wanwan held onto the question just now and did not let go. She kept feeling that he would choose such a style of clothing to wear. It was strange.

"You don't like it?" Fu Sihan's forehead was still pressed against Yan Wanwan's. He asked in a low voice and pecked her small mouth from time to time.

Wanwan shook her head. "No. I like it."

Fu Sihan said casually, "That's fine. We have a mutual understanding. I know you like it so I'll buy it."

Wanwan snorted. She did not believe this excuse and could not think of any reliable reason. She could only pretend to believe it.

Wanwan took her nightdress and went into the bathroom to wash up. Fu Sihan stood in front of the creatively pieced shirt, his eyes indifferent.

He set this dress to be three months ago. At that time, he had a conflict with Yan Wanwan. She wore a cap and wandered aimlessly on the street. Fu Sihan quietly followed behind her. He noticed that she had stopped for a few minutes when this outfit appeared on the LED big screen. She kept staring at it.

After he went back, he fixed the ugly shirt. Such an ugly shirt was actually limited edition. It was incomprehensible that it was scheduled for two months!

There were still a few ugly clothes in the closet that he had decided on after discovering the clues.

For example, the OvERZED jacket on the cabinet on the left. It was when he sneaked into Yan Wanwan's apartment. He discovered that there was a fashion magazine on her table. It was very brand new. Only the trace of flipping on the page of the jacket was deeper. At that time, this jacket was already in a broken state, and it had been bought from someone else at a high price.

Fortunately, it was already summer and Yan Wanwan no longer had the chance to wear such an ugly coat!

"Kowtow! Kowtow!"

There was a jumping knock on the door.

Fu Sihan immediately recognized that it was Situ demanyue's style. He opened the door, and sure enough, it was open.

"Han, come, give your wife some milk for her before she goes to bed." Situ demi-yue wore a white household uniform and elegantly held a blue glass. She smiled very amiably.

Fu Sihan narrowed his eyes. "Grandma, you might not know."

Situ demanyue: "Huh?"

"After I was nine years old, there were only two kinds of times when you smiled amiably at me. The first was that you wanted to ask me for help, and the second was that you wanted to trick me."

... "" Situ demanyue was so angry that she almost couldn't catch her breath. But after thinking for a moment, she realized that her eldest grandson's words weren't wrong at all, so she asked with a guilty conscience, "Is it really that obvious?"

If it was too obvious, then how about she deliberately create some misleading acts in the future?

"Anyway, you take it. I prepared it for my granddaughter-in-law. It's not for you." Situ demanyue gave the milk to Fu Sihan and patted her hands in satisfaction. She planned to leave. She turned around and turned around to warn Fu Sihan, "You must let your wife drink it. I personally brought it here. Not drinking it is a great disrespect to me!"

Fu Sihan looked at Situ demoniac, "Do Old Madam like you need to be respected?"

He was clearly disrespecting her for her age.

"Hey!" Situ demure fiercely glared at him, her heart turning as she said. "Don't worry, it's not poisonous! I just heard that milk can grow more..." Old Madam straightened her chest and sneakily asked Fu Sihan. " Yes."

... "" Fu Sihan rubbed his forehead speechlessly.

When his fingertips touched Jing Tai blue porcelain, he could feel that the milk inside was still warm. He looked around and indeed did not find anything unusual.

Wanwan came out of the bathroom and what welcomed her was a cup of pure milk.

Wanwan, "???"

"Grandma sent it over." Fu Sihan said.

Wanwan originally did not like drinking pure milk because she had a keen sense of taste and would feel that there was a fishy smell. But this milk was sent over by her elders, so she had to drink some no matter what.

Fortunately, she did not particularly reject pure milk.

Wanwan took small sips of the milk as she wondered why Madam Fu would suddenly express goodwill towards her.

Then she heard Fu Sihan say, "Old Madam said she drank the milk."

"Pffft."

Wanwan could not hold it in and immediately spat out a mouthful of milk.

It all sprayed onto Fu Sihan's body, chest, neck, and face.

Wanwan,... ""

Fu Sihan looked at Yan Wanwan with a cold face. He had a habit of being clean. Even though he did not dislike Yan Wanwan's saliva, being spat on by someone like this...

"You can't blame me. Who asked you to say such things when I drank milk?" Wanwan quickly put down the cup and pulled a piece of paper to wipe Fu Sihan.

"Then you mean to blame me?" Fu Sihan raised his eyebrows with a stinky face.

Wanwan thought, It's all your fault. You said you had a big chest or something.

But looking at Fu Sihan's expression, she did not dare to speak the truth, afraid of being taught a lesson.

Her mouth did not want to feel wronged, so she muttered softly, "Anyway, you can't blame me."

In any case, you can't blame me. As for who to blame, you can think about it yourself. Anyway, I didn't say that I blame you.

Fu Sihan was angered by Yan Wanwan's shameless behavior and laughed. Out of the corner of his eye, he saw the milk on the table next to him and his heart skipped a beat.

He picked up the milk and drank a mouthful. Before Yan Wanwan could react, he grabbed Yan Wanwan's chin, mouth to mouth, and poured the milk into her mouth.

Wanwan was confused by his sudden and flirtatious action. Fu Sihan's feeding was very skillful. Wanwan was a little resistant at first, but Fu Sihan still poured the milk into her mouth.2

When she finished drinking the milk, Fu Sihan even chewed a few times on her lips.

"I'm going to take a shower. After drinking, let the maid come and get the cup." Fu Sihan looked at Yan Wanwan's stupefied and somewhat ashamed look and patted her face in satisfaction.

Wanwan only came back to her senses when the bathroom door was closed by Fu Sihan.

She looked at the milk that Fu Sihan had stuffed into her hands and felt that she could not swallow it.

Once she drank it, she would fall into a trance just now... In the memory that Fu Sihan had poured the milk into her mouth just now, Madam Fu had personally brought it over. If she did not drink it, she could only pour it out. She could not let anyone else see it. She did not want others to think that she had a problem with Madam Fu.

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