72: C72 In the past There Was Actually Someone Who Pretended to be Fu Sihan's Woman?

C72 In the past There Was Actually Someone Who Pretended to be Fu Sihan's Woman?

After saying that, Fu Sihan went to another district and bought a bunch of clothes in the same way. He asked the sales to pack them up and send them to First-class Garden.0

Yan Wanwan's height was 176cm! Today, when Gu Nian said Yan Wanwan wore poor clothes, he felt that Third Elder Brother was very dissatisfied.

Shang Junchi was very emotional. Third Elder Brother was actually such a careful man!

"Third Elder Brother, why do you say sister-in-law is not qualified to enter the RK Media?" Shang Junchi followed behind Fu Sihan and tried his best to hide his curiosity about the gossip. He pretended to be serious and said. "Although sister-in-law does not have any results at the moment, her talent and ability are very outstanding. It's only a matter of time before she becomes famous. She was completely delayed by the Shiyan in the past. "

"I'm the one who won't let her in?" When this was mentioned, Fu Sihan's face darkened once again.

"Isn't that so?"

"She said she won't enter!" Don't think that he couldn't tell that Wanwan just wanted to cut ties with him!

This was the reason why Third Elder Brother was in a bad mood and said that sister-in-law was not qualified to enter the RK Media?

Although First-class Garden was built on the mountain, it wasn't a rural area.

Wanwan took the subway to the nearest station on the mountain and took a taxi up the mountain. At first, the driver was not willing to drive her. Later, Wanwan agreed to give him an extra 100 yuan before he agreed to send her up the mountain.

Wanwan thought about the fare she had to pay later and felt her heart ache.

An even more tragic thing happened.

When they reached the border of First-class Garden on the mountainside, taxis were not allowed to go up the mountain.

The guards only knew that Third Young Master had married his wife, but they did not know what Mrs Fu looked like. Hence Wanwan was stopped.

"I really am Third Young Master's wife!" Wanwan tried to reason with the guards.

"If there is no order from above, no one is allowed to enter First-class Garden. " One of the guards was very upright.

"Miss, why don't you stay here? I still have other business to attend to!" The driver saw that they were at a stalemate and was unwilling to wait for her.

Wanwan calculated the distance and it would take about an hour to get back to the main building from here. It was not too far. She paid the fare and got out of the car. She and the four guards stared at each other.

"Little girl, let me tell you the truth. This year, there are eight women who came to find Third Young Master in the name of Third Young Master's woman. You are the ninth. " Another slightly plump guard persuaded, "You can go. We will not let you in!"

" There is actually someone who dares to impersonate Fu Sihan's woman? " Wanwan could not believe it. Were they not worried about the rumors about Fu Sihan outside?

"Although Third Young Master's reputation isn't good in the outside world, he is still a legitimate young master of Fu Family. Naturally, there are many people who want to be with him. " One of the guards said.

"But I am different. I'm Third Young Master's wife!"

A guard mocked, "You are indeed different. You are the first one to impersonate Third Young Master's wife. But this is not considered innovation. In the past, everyone knew that Third Young Master was not married!"

Wanwan sighed. Why didn't they believe her?

In this manor, she only saved Fu Sihan's phone number, but now she didn't want to beg him! Because he had just denied her professional ability.

If only she had remembered Uncle Lin's phone number back then!

She waited until night fell.

"Little girl, you can leave. I feel that you are very young and might not be an adult yet. Studying properly is the right thing to do. Don't think about marrying into a rich family and pretending to be someone else's wife in one day! " The slightly plump guard said.

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