278: C278 Yan Wanwan Were You Scared

C278 Yan Wanwan Were You Scared

Fu Sihan looked lazy, but in fact, his nerves were tight. Yan Wanwan was really afraid that Fu Sheng would say something disgusting, which would cause Fu Sihan to pull out his gun and jump at Fu Sheng in the next second.

In front of so many people, this kind of thing could not be done.

Fu Sihan still looked at Fu Sheng. At the same time, he turned his wrist and held Yan Wanwan's soft little hand in his palm, giving her enough comfort.

"Father, there are more than one lives on this knife, and they are all related to you. Do you still remember? If you are old enough to not remember, let me remind you. "

"Shut up! I don't want you to remind me! Shut up!" Fu Sheng's eyes were wide open, and he did not have any manners.

The guests were shocked. Fu Sheng looked like a madman.

The more it was like this, the more it meant that there was a problem.

When Mi Simeng passed away, it was announced to the public that she died of illness. Less than a month after Mi Simeng passed away, Fu Manhua's mother stayed in the Fu Family's Old Residence. Half a year later, Fu Manhua's mother died of illness.

Could it be that there was something fishy about this?

"Unfilial son, what are you trying to do? I knew you wouldn't come to congratulate me sincerely!" Fu Sheng took a few deep breaths.

Fu Sihan picked up the goblet beside him. Half a glass of champagne was rippling inside. It was crystal clear and beautiful.

He raised it towards the south.

However, the glass fell down in front of Fu Sheng.

The fragrance of the wine spread in the air. A few drops of wine splashed onto Fu Sihan's leather shoes. He did not care at all.

"You still have some self-awareness." Fu Sihan put the glass back to its original place. "This glass of wine is for me to toast everyone on behalf of my mother."

He said to Fu Sheng without hiding anything in front of everyone, "A birthday celebration for you? Tsk, I can't wait for you to die early so that I can atone for my mother's crimes underground!"

His expression was cold, but every word that came out of his mouth hurt his heart!

"Unfilial son! You unfilial son!" Fu Sheng was so angry that his face turned red and he almost couldn't breathe.

"Look at this dagger before you do anything, so that you won't forget!"

After Fu Sihan finished speaking, he pulled Yan Wanwan's hand and walked down the main platform, heading upstairs.

The people along the way automatically made way for her, making a path for her.

In the entire world, there was only this Third Young Master Fu who brazenly cursed his father to death, openly provoked his father, did not leave after destroying the place, and still walked towards the lounge!

Some of the sensitive guests discussed in low voices.

"There must have been something fishy about Madam Fu's death back then, right?"

"Who knows if she committed suicide or if he killed her? The Mi Group family is indeed powerful, but they are too far away for him to handle. Tsk tsk."

"If it is really... Fu Sheng is really a useless person."

"What a pity for the number one beauty in the past!"

...

Wanwan was held by Fu Sihan's hand as he walked away. She was half a step behind him. After entering Fu Sihan's room, she closed the door behind her.

Fu Sihan let go of her hand.

He walked straight, turned left, and walked in a few steps. There was a solid wooden cabinet in each of the steps.

There was only red wine inside. Fu Sihan took out a bottle of red wine and opened it. He drank it directly at the mouth of the bottle.

"Gugugugugu..."

Male sex. Feeling the rhythm of his Adam's apple moving up and down, Wanwan seemed to be able to hear the sound of his drinking and the roar in his heart.

"Fu Sihan!"

She was shocked and ran over to snatch the bottle from his hands.

The man was agile and a lot taller than her, so he easily dodged her hand.

His tall body turned around and continued to drink.

In the blink of an eye, he drank half of Lefay's 1982 bottle.

"Fu Sihan, what are you doing?"

"Can you tell me something?"

"Stop drinking..."

...

He did not say anything. Yan Wanwan could also feel his extremely gloomy emotions. It was like a dark cloud pressing down on him. He was the lone person who lived at the peak of the mountain. It was dark all around, and his eyes were filled with endless despair. This was even crueler than not being able to see his own hands.

Wanwan pounced over and hugged Fu Sihan's thin waist. She could feel his abs and pectoral muscles sticking to her skin through her clothes.

Her height was only enough for her chin to rest on his shoulder.

The softness hit him, and the woman's fragrance hit him. Fu Sihan's body stiffened.

That ruthlessness and ruthlessness were gradually replaced by the warmth in his arms.

"Fu Sihan, if you have anything you are unhappy about, you can tell me." Wanwan looked up at him. Her voice was soft and had a healing effect. She laughed at herself again, "But I think with your personality, you will not tell me."

As Wanwan spoke, she took the opportunity to take down the bottle of wine in his hand. She put it back into the cabinet and closed it.

The Zi'an in the cabinet was locked with a password lock. She quickly locked it. Her slim figure stood in front of the cabinet and looked at him vigilantly and refused.

He was not allowed to open the wine cabinet again and he was not allowed to drink again!

Fu Sihan fixed his eyes on her. He had been drinking so urgently just now, and he had empty stomach to drink. At this moment, his eyes were as clear as water, much clearer than when he was usually as quiet as an ice pool.

Wanwan was a little frightened by his unblinking stare. Only now did she realize how bold and impudent her actions were.

"Third Elder Brother, are you... dizzy?" Wanwan asked nervously.

Fu Sihan leaned against the bar beside him and looked down at her. After drinking, whether it was his tone or voice, he had a different kind of laziness.

He replied, "I feel dizzy."

This half bottle of red wine did not feel anything at all. Why would I feel dizzy?

Wanwan quickly walked over to support him. "Third Elder Brother, your stomach is not good. It's fine if you drink, but you still drink empty stomach."

"Yan Wanwan." Fu Sihan put his arm on her shoulder and pressed his whole body on her. His eyes did not move away from her body at all.

"Hmm?"0

"Did you get scared?"

Wanwan helped Fu Sihan to sit by the bed. When she heard him, she asked curiously, "What?"

After the commotion downstairs just now, Fu Sihan felt a little bored.

He felt that his mother was boring. She actually loved such a scumbag man to the death.

She felt that her actions were boring. How could a few scumbags from the Fu Family let her waste her time?

He felt that he was boring. Wisdom, wealth, status. He had them all.

As for feelings, he always had a very limited demand for them. Just like Misko, that cousin of his who he had watched grow up, her position in his heart was only so-so. It was just that she was a bit more important than ordinary people.

Fu Sihan did not speak. Wanwan thought for a while and understood what he meant.

He was asking if she was scared by his actions.

"I'm not scared." Wanwan turned around and poured him a glass of water.

She thought, Why didn't you think about me getting scared when you pointed your gun at Fu Manhua? Why didn't you think of scaring me when you pinched my neck? After experiencing that kind of situation, how could I be scared by a dagger?

Fu Sihan drank some water and laid down on the bed, looking at the ceiling expressionlessly.

"Third Elder Brother, are you very uncomfortable? Do you want me to cook you a bowl of sobering soup?"

The soundproofing here was very good. Wanwan could not hear the sound downstairs at all. She also did not know if Fu Sheng's birthday banquet would continue after Fu Sihan made such a fuss.

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