156: C156 To Make You the Real Mrs Fu

C156 To Make You the Real Mrs Fu

Gu Linchuan wanted to stop Fu Sihan, but he was easily kicked away by Fu Sihan.

Fu Sihan focused all his attention on Yan Wanwan. Only then did he feel Ning Yichun's hand on his arm.

He reluctantly moved aside and gave people a warning look. He pulled Yan Wanwan and walked out in large strides.

Gu Linchuan and the others wanted to chase after them, but a group of bodyguards came out of nowhere and stopped the people behind them.

The leader was Yin Cai, who had sent Yan Wanwan here.

"Who are you? Do you know who this is? This is Master Young Master Gu! The chairman of Fu's is his grandfather! Get out of the way! "

Someone clamored. However, it was quickly replaced by the sounds of fighting and participation.

Chiang Yan was anxiously waiting outside. His main focus was the writing. Yin Cai was good at dealing with violent things like bar incidents.

After waiting for Mistress to come out with much difficulty, Chiang Yan went up to greet her.

"Young Master, Young Madam!" Seeing Fu Sihan's face so dark that it could drip water, the usually good-tempered Yan Wanwan also had a face full of anger and indifference. Yin Cai did not know what to say for a moment.

"Fu Sihan, let me go, I will go myself!"

The man's unreasonable and overbearing manner made Yan Wanwan feel humiliated.

Her wrist was almost broken by him. She had to jog to keep up with his footsteps. Wanwan scattered her energy and used her free hands to call Sheng Yan.

Sheng Yan did not know who the person who took her away was and was definitely anxious.

Sheng Yan had always been protective. If she was too anxious, it was very likely that she would offend someone for her.

Fu Sihan was irritated. Seeing that she still had the energy to use her phone, he threw her phone out backhanded.

On the road, a car sped past and crushed the phone.

Wanwan instantly calmed down. She did not even have the mood to argue with Fu Sihan.

"Fu Sihan, you bastard!"

Discussion?

This was not a reasonable person!

"There's even an even more bastard."

Fu Sihan stuffed Yan Wanwan into the passenger seat and walked straight to the driver's seat.

"Young Master, let me drive!" Young Master's current condition was too dangerous to drive. He was definitely racing without a care for his own life.

"Get lost!" Fu Sihan did not hesitate to throw out a word. His eyebrows were as cold as a blade.

Chiang Yan wanted to say something but stopped. He knew he could not persuade him, and he did not have the right to do so. He drove the car and followed Fu Sihan about a hundred meters behind him, afraid that something would happen.

Fu Sihan did not look at the red and green lights at all. Paganini flew all the way.

Wanwan was so scared by his crazy speed that her face turned pale. The Maybach in the reflective mirror that was trying to follow him was thrown further and further away.

The anger that she had accumulated for the whole night burst out. "Fu Sihan, what are you doing? ! I'm marrying you, not selling it to you. I don't even have the right to play with my friends? "

The happy smile that she had in the bar appeared in Fu Sihan's mind. His anger kept rising, as if a hand had grabbed his soul and pulled it out.

"Chi -"

Pagani swung his tail and stopped by the road.

Without the roar of the engine, the entire carriage quietened down, leaving only the breathing of two people. The air also became hot because of the anger.

"You like Gu Linchuan that much? You can smile so happily when you see him flirting with other women?" Fu Sihan pulled the handbrake. "Yan Wanwan, you are my woman!"

The warm yellow light of the street lamp shone through the windshield. The man's handsome appearance was mottled with shadows and shadows, full of gloom and oppression.

"Why do you care who I like?" Wanwan met his gaze and was so angry that she deliberately said. " I'm happy when I see him flirting with someone. Can't I? Am I your woman? I'm just your legal wife!"

It was such a disrespectful relationship that allowed him to drag her away like a robber and throw her phone away without any restraint!

"Heh!"

Fu Sihan sneered. He pulled his tie with one hand and casually threw it in the back seat. Then, he began to unbutton it from his collar.

That movement was wicked and seductive.

However, Yan Wanwan looked at him at that moment. It was full of danger.

He treated her like a precious pet and drove her for nine hours to show her that damn sunrise.

She said she liked it, thanked him, and said she missed him. She turned around and went to find her ex-boyfriend!

What did she think of him!? Was he a fool!?

Fu Sihan called Chiang Yan. "Don't come near!"

He hung up after saying those four words.

"What, what do you want to do?"

Wanwan had a bad feeling. She wanted to get out of the car, but the door was locked by Fu Sihan.

She looked up and saw the willfulness in Fu Sihan's eyes and the cruel sneer on his face.

Two hours later.

Wanwan hugged her arms with tears streaming down her face and sat on the sofa in the back seat blankly.

He had promised her that he would not touch her without her consent.

However, tonight, he used his actions to tell him that he could do it.

He could speak without counting.

Anytime and anywhere, he would make her the real Mrs Fu.

The pain in her heart was even clearer and more bone-piercing.

If it was not for that sunrise video, perhaps it would have been easier to bear all of this, right?

This feeling of giving candy to eat and then giving it a hard slap was too painful.

It was not easy for her to reach out her head from the shell, but as soon as she came out, she was cut to death by a knife.

Wanwan looked at the expensive car roof and thought in despair.

"Do you still like Gu Linchuan, that trash?"1

Wanwan's man used a low and hoarse voice to ask her this. It sounded like he was gnashing his teeth in anger.

She turned her head away and stubbornly refused to have any communication with him.

Fu Sihan sneered, "It's useless even if you like it! Yan Wanwan, you are Fu Sihan's woman. Remember!"

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