479: C479 Doubt

C479 Doubt

"Third Brother..." Su Yujie did not give up. "How do you know that you and Yan Wanwan can walk to the end? It is fate that we know each other when we are young!"

"Shang Junchi, Shao Zian, who doesn't know me when we are young?" Fu Sihan asked back.

If love was first come first serve, then Su Yujie shouldn't have been first.

Back then, there were still so many people of the same age in the nursery.

Su Yujie was speechless.

"Yujie, stop thinking about things you shouldn't have, especially towards Wanwan." Fu Sihan got up and planned to leave. "She is my wife. In my heart, no one is more important than her."

Su Yujie could tell that Fu Sihan still had half a sentence to say, including you.

- No one is more important than her, including you.

This was a warning to her.

But why?

Why?

All these years of friendship had been snatched away by Yan Wanwan just because of her sudden appearance!

"Third Brother, Yan Wanwan may not be your true love!"

Fu Sihan was too lazy to talk to Su Yujie. Talking to someone who did not understand was a waste of words.

Seeing that Fu Sihan was about to leave, Su Yujie quickly looked at the time. She had to cooperate with her mother's plan to delay Fu Sihan!

"Third Brother, don't leave yet!" Su Yujie wanted to pull Fu Sihan's hand but was avoided by Fu Sihan.

She awkwardly clenched her hand. "Third Brother, you haven't eaten yet, right? Why don't I make you a meal? I... I know you did it for... For your sister-in-law, you will rarely see me alone in the future. I beg you! "

" You know how to cook? " Fu Sihan had never seen Su Yujie cook before except when he was recuperating in the hospital.

She could not even recognize the dishes.

Su Yujie nodded guiltily. "I heard you like to eat cotton soup. Can I make it for you?"

When he heard "cotton soup," Fu Sihan unexpectedly agreed.

The kitchen had prepared the ingredients early in the morning. Su Yujie knew that Fu Sihan had severe anorexia. She did not think of putting in effort in cooking until Yan Wanwan appeared.

When she heard that Yan Wanwan's cooking had cured Fu Sihan's anorexia, Su Yujie was jealous and regretful at that time. If she had known earlier, she would have found a chef to learn skills!

After returning to the country, Su Yujie also secretly learned to cook. After burning her hands twice, she gave up and focused on providing cotton soup. She had heard Fu Sihan mention before that she had eaten very delicious cotton soup when she was sick.

The cooking method of cotton soup was very simple. Su Yujie had practiced for a long time and in less than half an hour, she brought the bowl of noodles to the table.

Fu Sihan originally thought that he would see a bowl of something that was not much different from Yan Wanwan's finished product. In his intrinsic consciousness, that was the appearance of cotton soup.

But the bowl in front of him could be described as exquisite.

On the cotton cotton was a heart-shaped egg in the shape of a mold. Beside it was a vermillion bone and a small steak. It was sprinkled with emerald-green onions.

Those who didn't know would think that it was Japanese ramen.

Fu Sihan didn't have any desire to eat this, but he still tried it with a spoon.

It was obvious that the soup had been stewed slowly for several hours by a small fire. The taste and heat were just right, but...

Fu Sihan pursed his lips. It was not this taste.

Including cotton, cotton was not the same taste as before.

"Third Brother, why... isn't it delicious?" Su Yujie asked nervously.

It shouldn't be bad. She specially found a five-star chef to learn this. It was definitely the most delicious cotton soup. The master who taught her also said that she had learned seventy to eighty percent of the craftsmanship. Combined with the master's self-healing soup, it was definitely worthy of the standard of the national banquet.

Fu Sihan put down the spoon and looked at Su Yujie calmly, "This is different from what I have eaten before."

"Is it different from... what Yan Wanwan made?" Su Yujie's expression was full of disdain. "Of course I am different from what she made. The ingredients I used are the best. Third Brother, I want to present you my proudest work."

Fu Sihan really could not eat such a bowl of food. It was flashy but not practical and tasted like waxy wax. Even if the price of the bowl of food in front of him was the same as gold and silver, who would like to eat gold and silver?

The food was expensive in taste.

The taste of home.

...

Fu Sihan recalled the entire process with Su Yujie and found many suspicious points.

Su Yujie was a person who liked to recall the past, but she rarely talked about what happened when she took care of him in the hospital when he was young. Fu Sihan originally thought that it was because Su Yujie was young and could not remember, but she should have been eight or nine years old at that time. It was impossible to not remember the matter of eight or nine years old.

And today's cotton soup, the taste she made was clearly the taste of a hotel restaurant. The style of the dishes was obvious, and used various expensive ingredients to pile up. She tried her best to make it exquisite, but it was flashy but not practical.

Compared to the person who took care of him back then, the taste in his memory was very different.

"Sir, do you still want to continue investigating?" Yin Cai's voice brought Fu Sihan back to his senses.

"Investigate." Although the things Yin Cai found did not seem to have any flaws, Fu Sihan felt that there was something fishy about it.

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After discovering that the door could not be opened and losing her temper, Wanwan did not continue to cause trouble. First, she and Zuo Jia finalized the problem of the later part of the journey and then took a random book to read.

Fu Sihan had been watching Yan Wanwan quietly reading the book in the surveillance camera. His entire person was quiet and cold.

He did not resist, did not cause trouble, and did not have any emotions.

This was what he did not want to see the most.

Wanwan heard a cracking sound and the office lock was opened from the outside.

Fu Sihan walked in and looked at the food on the coffee table. He did not move at all.

"Not hungry at all?" Fu Sihan picked up a piece of horse hoof cake and fed it to Yan Wanwan's mouth.

Wanwan turned her head and saw that he stubbornly refused to take the cake away. She pressed the button of the wheelchair and stepped back a little bit. She turned left and walked to the other side, leaving Fu Sihan's place to continue reading.

Fu Sihan was amused by her actions. "Wanwan, I thought you would throw a tantrum with me."

Wanwan finished reading the small story just now and closed the book. Her expressionless face seemed to be saying, Then do you think I am throwing a tantrum with you now?

Fu Sihan smiled. Actually, he felt that Yan Wanwan's temper was quite good. At least she did not throw things around like other women.

With just the vase and porcelain in his office, any one of them would cost a few million.

He did not know how to throw things to vent his anger.2

Fu Sihan sighed helplessly. He opened the curtains completely and the bright sunlight came in.

He went back to his seat to deal with official business.

Wanwan moved the wheelchair to the bedside and looked at the pedestrians and traffic downstairs while sunbathing.

She did not understand why Fu Sihan stubbornly trapped her by his side.

Divorce made him lose face?

No, there were countless men who divorced in this circle. The wives they married were young and beautiful, and some people were even proud of it.

With Fu Sihan's status, what kind of woman would not get divorced?

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