93: C93 Can I Not

C93 Can I Not

The necklace was comfortably pressed against the skin. The gems were cool and the pearls were moist. Wanwan was like a model waiting for Fu Sihan to take a look.

Fu Sihan nodded his head in satisfaction.

Sure enough, the necklace she wore was even more beautiful than he had imagined. It was not the necklace that matched the person, but the person that matched the necklace.

"How did you know I brought you a gift?" Fu Sihan asked.

Not even Uncle Lin knew about this.

"Young Master Shang told me." Wanwan carefully took off the necklace and planned to put it in the closet later. She would let it be used as decoration.

Fu Sihan narrowed his eyes. Shang Junchi was stupid. Forcing!

Wanwan woke up late and prepared a bowl of Yang Chun Noodle Soup for breakfast.

Yang Chun Noodle Soup was a Su style soup. It was easy to cook. After the noodles were boiled in boiling water, she used the long chopsticks to lift it up as high as possible. He rotated the noodles from the bottom of the bowl and placed them into the bowl. He just needed to plant them together with the ingredients. Wanwan specially used the bone soup and sprinkled the chopped onions on it. She also fried another fried egg. The color was beautiful and the fragrance assailed the nostrils.

Fu Sihan took a bite of the egg. The fresh and smooth heart flowed out, and his mouth was filled with a rich fragrance.

He took a bite and put down the chopsticks. "Woman, repeat what you said yesterday."

"Huh? Wh-what words?" Wanwan had just sat down and thought that he was going to talk about kissing. Her face instantly turned red.

" What you promised me. "

"I..."

Luckily it wasn't about kissing!

However, Wanwan did not feel relaxed at all. Facing Fu Sihan's calm and composed appearance, she was sure that he deliberately mentioned it!

Yesterday, when Fu Sihan heard her say that she would marry him for money, any man who heard her would be furious, let alone someone as proud as Fu Sihan. He was already thankful that he did not kill her.

Wanwan took a deep breath and looked at the little green onion in the bowl. She said, "I promise that I will wholeheartedly treat you as my husband in the future. Take good care of your life and treat you well."

"Louder." Fu Sihan crossed his arms and ordered expressionlessly, "Look at me and speak."

"I promise that I will wholeheartedly treat you as my husband in the future. Take good care of your life and treat you well!" Wanwan was angry and embarrassed. She wanted to hit him. "Is that okay?"

Hearing what she wanted to hear, Fu Sihan was still not satisfied. He stared at her. "You married me for money?"

"Yes." He had heard it yesterday anyway, so there was nothing to hide. Wanwan said frankly, "My brother is sick. If he doesn't listen to the Yan Family, the people of the Yan Family will not pay for my brother's medical expenses anymore."

Damn, another important brother came out!

Marrying him was for his brother!

"Remember what you said!" Fu Sihan decided not to bring up this topic that made him gloomy.

Fu Sihan's eating movement was very elegant. Even if he ate the most common Yang Spring Noodles, he would still feel a sense of nobility.

But he always ate very quickly. When Wanwan ate normally, he had already wiped his mouth.

Fu Sihan's gaze landed on her lips again and unconsciously licked his lips.

Two seconds later, he stiffly moved his eyes away.

"Third Young Master, it might be inconvenient to return to First-class Garden after school starts. Can I not stay here?" Just as Wanwan finished speaking, the man in front of her suddenly looked over.

It was sharp and cold.

"Yan Wanwan, you want to live separately from me?" Fu Sihan raised his eyebrows.

"Anyway, we just sleep separately. When I go out to sleep, I..." Halfway through her words, Wanwan did not dare to make another sound.

Yesterday, when the man bumped into her and said that it was for money, the fear struck her again.

Wanwan thought about the reason why he did not agree and promised him, "Third Young Master, don't worry. My school apartment has a kitchen. Your three meals can be taken by Special Assistant Jiang."

Could it be that he was angry because of a few meals?

Fu Sihan was so useless?

Fu Sihan looked at Yan Wanwan with a gloomy expression, but he could not think of a reason to keep Yan Wanwan.

Heh, Yan Wanwan was his wife. Did he need a reason to keep her in First-class Garden?

"No!" Fu Sihan replied firmly.

After saying that, he instructed Steward Lin, "Uncle Lin, move her toiletries to my room."

"What? "

Wanwan was so scared that she stood up with a whoosh.

Fu Sihan looked at her. Was his meaning not obvious enough?

"Third Young Master, you want me to sleep with you?" After saying the word "sleep," Wanwan's face turned red. "I don't want... Can I?"

Fu Sihan's eyes were cold and arrogant, silently denying her answer.

They were on duty with a license, shouldn't they sleep together?

"I... Achoo!" Wanwan quickly turned around and suddenly sneezed.

Her nose was itchy, and she sneezed two more times.

She looked for something outside in the middle of the night and caught a cold.

Fu Sihan scolded Shang Junchi in his heart again. He looked at Yan Wanwan with disgust. "You are so stupid. You still want to go out and live."

Fu Sihan had been in a bad mood since yesterday. After dinner, he left the main building without a second's pause, as if he did not want to look at Yan Wanwan for another second.

Wanwan sneezed again. In fact, she could live in First-class Garden too. She just needed someone to pick her up every day. This was not good.

Ah, the problem now was not to go to school, but to sleep with Fu Sihan on the same bed. Oh!

Damn it!

"Young Madam, this is cold medicine." Steward Lin left for a while. When he came back, he had a few medicine boxes in his hands.

"Thank you, Uncle Lin!" Wanwan thought that this old man was the best in the room.

Steward Lin smiled and said, "If Young Madam wants to thank him, then thank Young Master. This is Young Master's intention."

Fu Sihan?

Wanwan's heart made a sound of "tsk." How could Fu Sihan, who looked at her with disdain just now, ask Steward Lin to give her medicine? It must be that Uncle Lin was a good person.

Wanwan let out a long sigh. She did not understand what Fu Sihan was thinking.2

When he arranged for her to stay alone in the guest room and not let her stay in the master bedroom, it meant that he was a person with a strong sense of territory and possessiveness. Then why did he suddenly have to let her stay in the master bedroom?

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Two stunning men walked into the CEO office on the 72nd floor.

As soon as they entered, they smelled the strong aroma of food, making people drool.

"Third Elder Brother, your anorexia is cured?" Shao Zian looked at the four dishes and soup on the table of the Golden Silk Nanmu in shock.

There was fried Basaya, stewed beef with tomato red wine, shrimp fried with broccoli, black vinegar beef salad with Mordena, and a bowl of mutton and black bean soup.

The meal was served in a delicate and high-end mahogany lunchbox. There were no specially arranged dishes. Compared to the exquisite food that they usually ate, it could be said to be simple and crude. However, the fragrance assailed the nostrils and the colors matched. Just looking at it and smelling it was enough to make one's appetite soar.

What shocked Shang Junchi and Shao Zian was that most of the dishes had already been eaten. Fu Sihan's bowl of rice was almost empty.

"No." Fu Sihan took a bite of the beef.

The five-centimeter square beef was tender and chewy. The soreness of the tomato mixed with the fishy smell of the beef. The mellow taste of the red wine was displayed to the extreme. There was also a mushroom as a supplement. It was very tough and delicious.

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