301: C301 Mrs Fu Is Very Smart

C301 Mrs Fu Is Very Smart

"Does it hurt?" Wanwan wanted to touch it but did not dare to touch it. Her fingertips paused for a moment outside the gauze before withdrawing back.

"It doesn't hurt." Fu Sihan originally wanted to deliberately say "pain," but he could not bear for her to be too worried.

Wanwan abandoned the distracting thoughts in her mind and focused on bathing him.

However, at this time, one could not concentrate just because one wanted to, especially when there was someone watching her from above.

"Can you close your eyes?" Wanwan was helpless. Fu Sihan's gaze was too invasive and felt like it existed. It could not be ignored.

"Let's see if you have cleaned yourself." Fu Sihan said confidently. He raised his chin at a certain spot and said, "Don't miss it."

“...” Why did it feel like this guy was playing with her? Is it an illusion?

Wanwan took a deep breath and kept telling herself in her heart, He was hurt because of me. I can't be heartless!

After taking a shower, Fu Sihan asked Yan Wanwan to put on his clothes again, saying that she wanted to tear his wound.

Did you not tear your wound when you took off your clothes? Can you take it off and not wear it?

Wanwan was too lazy to bargain with Fu Sihan, because she knew it was useless.

Wanwan went to give him a home bathrobe.

Fu Sihan previously thought that it was fun to dress Yan Wanwan, but he did not expect Yan Wanwan to dress him. It was also a different kind of enjoyment.

The woman's fingers were slender and delicate, and her fingertips nimbly tied a bow knot on the belt of the bathrobe. After tying it, she realized that something was wrong. She untied it and changed it to a single man knot. She was gentlemanly and elegant.

Fu Sihan lowered his eyes and coincidentally saw Yan Wanwan's serious face. His heart moved slightly and he lowered his head to kiss her. "Be good."

"Stand still and don't move." Wanwan gave him a small stare. Why did he wear clothes and kiss her?

Before leaving the bathroom, Fu Sihan saw himself in the mirror. His bathrobe was meticulously dressed. His collar and belt were all neatly arranged.

When he was at home, he wore clothes very casually. It was the first time he wore a bathrobe so seriously.

Fu Sihan couldn't help but bend his lips, and his eyes were full of love.

After dinner, Wanwan went to the garden for a walk and returned to the master bedroom to wait for Fu Sihan.

The workaholic Fu Sihan only handled a few urgent matters today before coming back from the study early in the morning.

He opened the door and Wanwan sat on the single sofa beside the window of the master bedroom. She was quiet, as if she had stopped time.

"Fu Sihan, I think we need to talk." Wanwan heard him and turned around.

Fu Sihan raised his eyebrows slightly. "Talk about what?"

He guessed that Yan Wanwan was hiding something in her heart. He had been waiting for her to say this for a long time.

Fu Sihan walked over and skillfully held her on his lap. He sat on the sofa by himself.

Through the floor-to-ceiling window in the master bedroom, he could see a lake. The scenery was very good. The waves were sparkling and the moonlight was bright. It would even freeze in the deep winter.

Wanwan felt that hugging like this was not proper and struggled to get down.

Fu Sihan firmly held her waist. "Don't move. If there is a problem with the twist, don't think about talking about it tonight."

Yan Wanwan froze,... ""

She carefully felt it. Fortunately, it was okay. He did not have that kind of thing.

Fu Sihan played with the tip of her hair with his fingertips, waiting for Yan Wanwan to speak.

"Fu Sihan," Wanwan called his name, looking at the calm lake surface and said, "I don't like feeling."

"How do you feel?" Fu Sihan frowned.

"The feeling of being placed outside the circle." Wanwan had repeated these words many times in her heart. But she still could not say it smoothly, "You planned to hide this matter from me from the beginning until the end. You did not say a single word to me. I feel..."

I feel isolated by him.

" Feel what? " Fu Sihan asked.

"I feel like I'm not your wife." Wanwan looked at him. "Fu Sihan, maybe I am not strong enough or smart enough. Maybe I am useless in front of you, but I am not ignorant and do not want to be ignorant."

Fu Sihan's heart tightened.

Why was she not strong enough?

While she was anxious, she could think of all the useful people and even properly settled Misko.

How could she not be smart?

As long as others gave her a little bit of advice, she would be able to figure out the cause and effect.

Why was it useless for her?

He had already placed her under his wings, treating her as his everything.

"You're my wife" Fu Sihan hugged Yan Wanwan tightly and placed his chin on her shoulder. He greedily smelled her body fragrance. "Yan Wanwan, if you are not my wife, then who is Mrs Fu?"

Wanwan blinked and her eyes were somewhat sour.

She was his wife, but in this matter, what was the difference between her and other women? She did not like to be kept in the dark and did not like to be anxious. That made her feel very useless.

In fact, Yan Wanwan and "incompetence" had never had anything to do with each other.

Feeling her downcast mood, Fu Sihan sighed and felt somewhat helpless.

He did not know how to coax a woman.

Fu Sihan suddenly remembered what Nangong Yixiao had said in the teahouse.

[You only need people who are useful to you to exclude Wanwan.] Perhaps one day, you will also become an outsider in that circle. ]

When he thought about how Yan Wanwan would view him as an outsider in that circle, an irrepressible rejection arose in Fu Sihan's heart.

Nangong Yixiao's words were exactly the same as Yan Wanwan's earlier words - she was dissatisfied that he was hiding it from him.

Fu Sihan was not willing to involve Yan Wanwan in this dispute, but Nangong Yixiao could completely understand and understand Yan Wanwan's mentality. This understanding also made Fu Sihan feel very irritated.

He pulled the collar of the bathrobe with one hand. The collar of the robe suddenly made him feel a little suffocated.

He could not do anything to her. Thinking about how she ran to the detention center to persuade him, he almost cried.

Fu Sihan could only say, "The murderer is not Yan Mengrou, it is Fu Yangqian."

He chose this truth as the beginning, indicating that he was willing to extract silk from her cocoon.

Wanwan looked up and was not particularly shocked. This was unexpected and reasonable.1

"I just feel that what Yan Mengrou said is not the truth... But why is she willing to be Fu Yangqian's scapegoat? And that servant? "

"Mrs Fu is very smart."

Fu Sihan smiled and kissed Yan Wanwan on the lips as if he was giving her a reward.

"That maid is easy to gamble with. She owes a few million dollars in loan sharks outside. Fu Yangqian paid back his debt and gave him another one million dollars in exchange for him working for her. That maid has a wife and a daughter. Money is his lifeline. " Fu Sihan explained," As for Yan Mengrou, there are many ways to threaten her. "

"Then why didn't you expose Fu Yangqian?" Yan Wanwan did not understand. Fu Sihan probably did not have any good impression of Fu Yangqian. There was no reason to help him get away with his crime.

"What do you think?" Fu Sihan looked at Yan Wanwan with interest.

Because Fu Sihan was willing to tell her these, the unhappiness in Wanwan's heart disappeared by more than half.

Fu Sihan had the ability to expose the flaws and not expose them. Yan Wanwan began to carefully think about the relationship and implications of these people.

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