165: C165 Princess Hugs

C165 Princess Hugs

Arvin criticized Fu Sihan's aesthetics again and took out a gown that he took out first.

"This is the one with the most fabric. There's no more."

The assistant was also disappointed. Mrs Fu could tell that it was the body of the clothes rack. When she helped Yan Wanwan put on the clothes, she saw the marks on her body and understood why.

That Mr Fu looked cold and abstinent. He did not expect that he would actually torment his wife...

Wanwan was shy in her heart and did not know that her assistant Miss had already thought of Fu Sihan as a pervert.

After changing into a formal dress, she took off the pink diamond wedding ring from her neck and put it on the ring finger of her right hand.

"Mrs Fu, you are really too beautiful! You are very beautiful and have a good figure. You can totally be a model." His assistant had been flying around the world with Arvin all year round. He did not have time to pay attention to the news on the Internet, so he did not know Yan Wanwan.

Wanwan was very satisfied with this dress. It covered all the places she wanted to hide.

Fu Sihan sat on the sofa and waited. He did not have any experience waiting for people. Most people were waiting for him.

He did not expect it to feel good.

The door of the fitting room opened.

"Wow! Perfect!" Arvin was the first to speak out in excitement.

Fu Sihan stood up and looked Yan Wanwan up and down. His pupils shrank.

She was wearing a white porcelain eastern long dress. The lotus leaf collar showed her white neck that was thin and long. The long silk sleeves that were not transparent went all the way to the palm of her hand. The sleeves were embroidered with Su Xiu's green smoke pattern. The waist was folded, and the bottom was in the shape of 'A'. The design of the third layer of internal and external design. Every step he took was like a slight wave, approaching like smoke. It was beautiful beyond compare.

Standing there quietly was a painting, and as he walked, it formed a scenery of his own.

"Mrs Fu, you are the only woman I have ever seen who can wear this dress to make it taste good!" Arvin was very excited.

Wanwan smiled gratefully. She was not in the mood and spirit to deal with Arvin's enthusiasm today.

However, she really liked this outfit. It was very similar to the style of a show she had seen in the magazine. For a moment, she couldn't remember the specific style.

"Director Fu, what do you think?" Arvin asked Fu Sihan excitedly.

"Makeup."

" Oh."

Fu Sihan's cold response made Arvin curl his lips. A man who didn't know how to appreciate!

In fact, the moment Fu Sihan saw Yan Wanwan, his heart skipped a beat. It was just that he disguised himself well.

He narrowed his eyes and thought, Such a beautiful Yan Wanwan, how about we bring her back to First-class Garden?

However, this thought only flashed across his mind.

He still had to bring her to the engagement banquet to watch the show!

Without Fu Sihan by her side, Arvin was a humorous man. He made poses while chatting with Yan Wanwan.

An hour later, the makeup was done.

Yan Wanwan was the best makeup person Arvin had ever seen. Her skin was fair and delicate, her facial features were delicate and perfect, and she was gentle and charming. She did not need to spend a lot of effort to fix her face.

Arvin asked Yan Wanwan about her shoe size and took out a pair of silver high heels. Fu Sihan asked her to change into a pair of flat shoes, so she changed into a pair of white embroidered shoes made of sheepskin.

Wanwan heaved a sigh of relief. Her injuries had not healed yet, so she did not feel comfortable walking, let alone wearing high heels.

Fu Sihan had already changed into a dark checkered suit. The diagonal tie matched Yan Wanwan's outfit perfectly. His hair was styled, making him even more handsome.

Fu Sihan still carried Yan Wanwan back into the car.

He was willing to be a means of transportation and kept his temper in check. Wanwan could feel that Fu Sihan was lowering his head because of what happened the night before yesterday.

When the Rolls-Royce was about to drive to the dock, Fu Sihan took out the trademark silver mask to cover his handsome and helpless face.

"I will go by myself."

Wanwan saw that he was going to hug her again, so she pressed her small hand against his chest.

"It doesn't hurt?" Fu Sihan looked down.

Wanwan's ears were hot. She continued to have a sullen face. She did not want to discuss any interesting topics related to that matter with him.

Fu Sihan carried her out and put her on the ground. He held Yan Wanwan's hand in his arm and walked in with her.

Today, the dock was surrounded by cars and beautiful shadows.

They were the chairman of a real estate company and the boss of a investment company. They were the big stars who had recently won the Best Actress throne. Beside them, a few movie kings brought their female companions in.

Because of the relationship between the Gu family and the Fu Family, almost all the celebrities in the country had come. There were even people from the fashion industry and entertainment industry.

Fu Sihan's appearance immediately attracted the attention of many people. His temperament and aura were too outstanding. Even in places full of elites, he was still a walking spotlight.

What was more conspicuous was that he was wearing a "strange" mask.

Fu Sihan would occasionally not see the gazes of the people around him. After handing over the invitation letter, he hugged Yan Wanwan and went on the cruise.

When they went up the stairs, Wanwan took a big step forward and pulled the wound below. She subconsciously hissed in pain.

Without saying anything else, Fu Sihan carried Yan Wanwan horizontally again.

"Ah - Fu Sihan, let me go!"

Everyone around looked at him. Wanwan felt shy and hit his shoulder.

Fu Sihan got on the boat steadily and put him down on the deck. He said in a low voice, "Don't you feel pain?"

Wanwan wanted to beat this son of a b * tch to death.

Why did she feel pain? Whose fault was it? Why was she pretending to be a good person!

The beautiful woman looked at the tip of her toes and lowered her head slightly. Her small mouth was pouting as if someone had bullied her. She was lovable and charming.

A tall and straight man wearing a mask stood by her side. Half of his face that was revealed was extremely cold. He looked at the woman with a gaze that was like the warmth of spring breaking ice, and there was a trace of helplessness and indulgence in his gaze.

This extremely harmonious scene stung the eyes of the silver-haired man on the second floor's sunny deck.

"Wanwan, you're here! Third Young Master is here too!"

Yan Mengrou, who was wearing a champagne gown, held Gu Linchuan's hand and walked over with a bright smile on her face. When she saw the masked man, her heart inexplicably sped up a few times.

This was normal. After all, he was her former fiancé! Yan Mengrou consoled herself.

"Third Uncle, your health is not good. Why are you here?" Gu Linchuan did not expect Fu Sihan to come, and he also did not want him to come.

He originally thought Yan Wanwan would come by herself. Two days later, he especially wanted to see Yan Wanwan. He wanted to ask her something, such as "You can be Young Master Fu's mistress and be mine in the future. I love you more than him."2

At this time, Yan Wanwan, who was dressed up and attending the ceremony, was as gentle as water and cold as the wind, just like how she walked out of a painting.

She was simply going to snatch away the limelight of the bride-to-be in his hands!

Seeing this caused Gu Linchuan's eyes and heart to heat up.

"You invited me." Fu Sihan said languidly. His casual tone did not sound like someone "invited" him, but someone else "begged him.

Gu Linchuan's words just now were deliberately reminding everyone that Fu Sihan was a weak, disabled, and useless person.

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