110: C110 Fu Sihan You Son of a B Tch!

C110 Fu Sihan You Son of a B Tch!

Fu Sihan didn't use hot water.

Cold water poured down from above his head, causing his uncontrollable emotions to gradually calm down.

Fu Sihan did not know whether he was angry that Yan Wanwan did not take him seriously, or angry that he had lost control because of this woman.

He hated himself for losing control!

After taking a shower, he walked out wearing a bathrobe.

Just as he walked out of the bathroom, he stopped in his tracks and narrowed his eyes.

There was no one on the bed.

Fu Sihan stood in front of the floor-to-ceiling window with a cigarette between his fingers. He spat out his thin lips. That unbelievably handsome face was shrouded in mist, making it look somewhat blurry.

"Dong Dong Dong!"

At this moment, Fu Sihan heard three hurried knocks on the door. The sound was not small, but very quickly, it was as if someone was chasing him from behind. After doing this, he quickly ran away.

Fu Sihan opened the door.

There was a mahogany tray on the carpet outside the door. On the tray was a porcelain bowl made of white jade orchids and white jade orchids. The porcelain bowl was filled with golden soup that was steaming hot and faintly had a sweet and sour orange aroma.

However, there was no one outside.

Fu Sihan put the cigar in his mouth and expressionlessly looked at the decanter soup on the floor.

In this room, other than that woman, who else would dare to bring such a simple thing in front of him?

She did not sleep well when he asked her to sleep. Who would care if she threw away such a bowl of stuff and ran away?

When he passed by the bedside table, Fu Sihan's eyes paused. Under the bedside lamp was a platinum man's wedding ring. The size of the ring was exactly customized according to his ring finger.

However, he had never worn it before.

Fu Sihan somehow picked it up and played with it. He remembered that Yan Wanwan always wore a female ring, but the noble and elegant diamond ring was not as good as her finger.

In his mind, the look of her rejecting half an hour ago suddenly appeared. Fu Sihan angrily threw the wedding ring back into the drawer.

After lying on the bed for about ten minutes, he turned around and angrily put the wedding ring on his left ring finger.

That night, Wanwan returned to the guest room she originally stayed in.

She felt a pain in her chest and went to the bathroom to open her clothes and look in the mirror.

On it, the finger marks were obvious.

"Bastard!"

"Fu Sihan, you bastard!"

Wanwan did not sleep well the whole night. When she closed her eyes, she could only see Fu Sihan's face. His eyes were full of coercion, words, and actions.

He was extremely overbearing.

Even so, the next day, Wanwan still woke up early in the morning.

She found that the bowl of orange sobering soup she cooked was still lying in front of her profound entrances. The orange petal at the bottom of the bowl had not moved. The only difference was that it was cold.

Wanwan bit her lips and quickly walked over. She planned to withdraw the thing without batting an eyelid.

"Kacha!" There was a sound.

The door opened.

Wanwan was holding the bowl by her waist.

When she heard the sound, she looked up mechanically and saw Fu Sihan wearing a well-ironed suit. His stinky handsome face looked as if someone owed him hundreds of millions. His entire body was emitting invisible black gas.

"What are you doing?"

Fu Sihan did not sleep well. He got up from the bed and was quite angry. He frowned and looked at the woman in front of him.

Wanwan held the tray and quickly took a step back, afraid that he would kick her away. "Pour, carry the bowl."

"You made it?" Fu Sihan's eyes slightly moved.

"No, no!"

He did not drink last night, and now he had a dirty face. Wanwan did not dare to admit it. "I saw the bowl here. Clean it up! I also do not know who made it!"

She put on a 'I'm serious and did not lie to you' expression.

Fu Sihan walked towards Yan Wanwan, and she unconsciously stepped back.

The back of her waist was pressed against the railing of the birch tree, and in the blink of an eye, the man had trapped her between the railing and his chest.

"Where did you go last night?"

"Room, sleep."

Wanwan did not believe that Fu Sihan, such a smart person, would not be able to guess, so she just said it directly.

Fu Sihan rubbed his temples. He had a headache due to the effects of getting drunk. He was so angry that he wanted to laugh.

"What's on your chin?" Fu Sihan's eyes fell on Yan Wanwan's delicate chin. There was a touch of green there. He raised his hand to touch it.

"Hiss..."

Wanwan gasped in pain and her head shrank back.

It was a bruise. Fu Sihan saw it clearly.

Her skin was white, so the bruise was very obvious. It looked like... the bruise that his fingers had pinched out.

Fu Sihan unconsciously rubbed his fingers. Did he use that much strength yesterday?

No.

It was Yan Wanwan who was too weak.

Wanwan saw that he did not say anything else and quickly left with the bowl.

When Fu Sihan arrived at the dining hall, he did not see Yan Wanwan. There was a sumptuous breakfast on the dining table, and dozens of exquisite dishes that looked like they came from a five-star restaurant.

One look and it was obvious that it was not made by Yan Wanwan.

"Where is Yan Wanwan?" Fu Sihan did not call Yan Wanwan "Madam."

Steward Lin replied, "Young Madam said she was not hungry and ran out early in the morning."2

Tsk, she was deliberately hiding from him.

Fu Sihan put down the knife and fork he had just picked up and said, "Ask her to come back and make breakfast for me."

"Aye."

Yan Wanwan was called back before she finished warming up.

At the dining table, the man was calmly looking at the documents. The originally rich breakfast had been removed and the dining table was empty.

She woke up later than usual today. When she went downstairs, the chef had already prepared breakfast, so she directly went out.

Wanwan was very angry about what Fu Sihan did last night, but she was even more afraid of him.

His character was changeable and could easily kill her or make her wish she was dead.

Since Fu Sihan drank last night, Yan Wanwan cooked a fresh fish head that could nourish the stomach and sober up. The whole process only took half an hour.

The fish head had not even been brought to the table when it already smelled a rich and fresh fragrance. The soup was milky white and milky white, the tender tofu and the shredded winter bamboo shoots as well as the sliced mushrooms had a bright color. It was very easy to arouse one's appetite.

The fish head took advantage of the heat to remove the bones. The fish bones were almost removed and it did not damage the aesthetic sense of the fish. However, the beauty of the fish meat was not damaged in the slightest.

This was a talent and cutting skill that many old chefs did not have.

Fu Sihan tasted a mouthful of the fish meat. It was tender and tender, extremely delicate and almost melted as soon as it entered his mouth. The soup was mixed with wet starch, thick and not greasy, and concentrated in nutrition.

The freshness of the fish meat was perfectly preserved, and the function of the supplementary ingredients to increase the freshness and suppress the fishy smell was displayed to the extreme. There was also a kind of warm taste that the head chef of a five-star hotel could not make.

His appetite suddenly became bigger.

"How's the taste?"

Wanwan looked at Fu Sihan expectantly.

When she talked about cooking, she seemed to have forgotten how afraid she was of him previously.

"Just so-so." After Fu Sihan finished speaking, he drank a mouthful of soup.

Wanwan snorted in her heart.

Normally, you would still eat with relish?!

After Fu Sihan finished eating the entire portion of fish head and had his fill, his mood, which had been depressed for the entire night, became slightly better. He could not help but want to tease Yan Wanwan.

"Who put a bowl of water in front of my room last night?" He asked Steward Lin.

Wanwan was still in shock that this guy could eat as much as usual. Suddenly, she was cued and raised her head.

Steward Lin smiled and corrected her, "Young Master, that is the sobering soup Young Madam personally made for you."

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