409: C409 Fu Sihan You're Making Fun of Me

C409 Fu Sihan You're Making Fun of Me

"I came to be an exchange student, but I didn't have time." He had used all his free time to work part-time, so there was nothing he could do.

Fu Sihan looked at her and rarely teased her. There was a smile in his eyes. "Mrs Fu became an exchange student at a young age. She's outstanding."

"Are you making fun of me?!" Wanwan could not believe it. He must be making fun of her!

She was a full-time exchange student at that time. She was indeed very outstanding in the eyes of ordinary people, but she was just a small fry compared to Fu Sihan, who was a "non-human."

"How would I dare to make fun of Mrs Fu?" Fu Sihan's smile became even wider.

Wanwan stared at him.

Seeing Yan Wanwan's vivid appearance, he held back his urge to lower his head and kiss her.

Fu Sihan remembered that he had also come to Europe when he was young, but that was due to a car accident. It was not a good memory.

If he had met her at that time, what kind of attitude would he have towards her? Fu Sihan thought that his temper when he was young was warmer than it was now, so he should treat Yan Wanwan better, right?

Thinking of this, Fu Sihan was once again laughed at by his whimsical thoughts.

During that period of time, his range of activity was only limited to the ward, and later expanded to the hospital's small garden. He had never left the hospital. Other than doctors and nurses, the people he came into contact with were... Only Su Yujie, who often came to take care of his temporarily blind Su Yujie, would be able to meet Wanwan, who came to be an exchange student.

The two of them walked slowly along the Seine River, passing through many streets. It was quiet and warm.

Occasionally, Wanwan would stop to buy some delicious desserts to try.

When Fu Sihan saw the decent jewelry, clothes, and bags, Fu Sihan would buy them for Yan Wanwan without caring about Yan Wanwan's objections. After paying the bill, he would leave.

"I don't wear many clothes at home. I often wear jewelry too." Wanwan was not conserving, but she felt that it was indeed too much.

Other than some necessary occasions, Wanwan did not like to wear jewelry. As for clothes, Fu Sihan had ordered the clothing of various brands to be sent to First-class Garden every season. He could not wear them at all.

"It's nice to look at. It suits you." Fu Sihan replied in such a way.

He wanted to give her all the good stuff.

Wanwan sighed. Forget it, forget it. As long as he was happy, it was fine. Anyway, he had a lot of money.

When she returned home, she could tidy up the closet. There was a portion of things that could be given to friends and colleagues in the company, or donated to charity banquets.

"Then how can I bring these things back?" Wanwan pointed at the pile of items that CEO Fu had bought.

"Chiang Yan will handle it."

... "" Once again, he sympathized with Assistant Jiang for meeting such a stubborn boss.

That night, Fu Sihan stayed in the apartment.

It was the first time in his life that he lived in such a small bedroom. He did not reject it as much as he had imagined. Instead, he felt that the experience was not bad.

Because the place was small, Yan Wanwan's movements could always be within range of his vision. Fu Sihan felt that this little girl's figure scuttled from left to right, then from right to left.

It was as if the entire world had been filled up by her.

Fu Sihan laid on Yan Wanwan's only 1.5 meter wide bed, occupying half of the bed. He quietly looked in the direction of the bathroom, not doing anything. He could even hear the sound of flowing water for an hour.

Finally, the bathroom door opened.

Wanwan was wiping her hair as she walked out.

Fu Sihan got off the bed, took the air conditioner, and waved at Yan Wanwan, "Come."

Wanwan naturally sat on the bed in the dressing table. She felt the man pick up her hair and heard the buzzing sound of the electric breeze beside her ear. Instead, she felt at ease.

In the mirror of the dressing table, the man lowered his eyes to help her blow her hair. He picked up and put it down, one by one, as if he was making a piece of art.

His face was full of sincerity and sincerity.

"Han." Wanwan said.

Fu Sihan nodded and looked up. He continued to work seriously.

"I am very happy today."

After two seconds, Fu Sihan put down the hairdryer and patted Wanwan's hair to make sure it was dry. He bent down and held the woman in his arms. After a while, he picked her up and put her on the bed.

He did not speak, but Wanwan could clearly feel that he was in a good mood.

He was like a proud cat. He was happy in his heart and did not show it on his face.

If she was happy, then he was happy.

"Go to sleep, baby." Fu Sihan kissed the person in his arms and hugged her tightly. He did not do anything else.

Wanwan opened her eyes and looked at him. She was a little surprised.

Fu Sihan closed his eyes but it was as if he had a third eye. Yan Wanwan looked at him for a while and he accurately knocked Yan Wanwan's head.

"Don't want to sleep? Do you want to do something else?" His eyes were still closed.

"Sleep! I don't want to!" Wanwan quickly closed her eyes.

She still had a show, but she did not dare to mess around with Fu Sihan, although she originally thought that if Fu Sihan really wanted to, she could also... En, cooperate once or twice.

After a while, Wanwan opened her eyes again.

"Han, do you want to watch my last show tomorrow night?"

"I will leave tomorrow morning." Fu Sihan's eyes were still closed.

"Oh," Wanwan said. She was a little disappointed, but she also understood that Fu Sihan was very busy with work. He often dealt with documents in the car.

Wait. Yan Wanwan's breathing became steady and long before Fu Sihan opened his eyes.

He stared at the sleeping woman in his arms and the corners of his mouth unknowingly curled into a smile.

After a while, the phone on the bedside table flashed.

Fu Sihan adjusted the light on the phone's screen to the lowest and opened the email sent by Chiang Yan. It was the group photo taken by the street photographer.

This was what Fu Sihan later ordered Chiang Yan to find a photographer to ask for.

It was not like he did not have the little girl who did not give it to him!

Fu Sihan completely ignored him, and only had Yan Wanwan in his eyes.

He looked at the dozen or so photos over and over again.

He finally saw that Yan Wanwan's smile in front of him was no longer polite and elegant. Instead, she was calling him coquettish and arrogant.

If possible, he was willing to protect this kind of smiling face until he died like dirt.0

The next day.

When Wanwan woke up, Fu Sihan had already left.

It was only when her brain woke up that she vaguely remembered that she seemed to have sensed Fu Sihan waking up early in the morning. There was also a man whispering softly beside her ear, "Baby, goodbye."

There was also a man who gently patted her back with his big palm, coaxing her to fall asleep again.

Wanwan sat on the bed in disbelief, suspecting that there was an illusion in her brain.

Fu Sihan actually had this kind of behavior?

Even though she had doubts, her heart still began to beat faster, and the corner of her mouth could not help but rise.

Finally, Paris Fashion Week was coming to an end.

Wanwan welcomed the last show.

This show was a high-end show from a top international brand. Yan Wanwan's appearance as the finale model made the top international models envious and jealous.

Especially the model named Doris (Doris) who started the show.

Doris was the supermodel with the most rapid development momentum in the past five or six years. Many people in the industry thought highly of her. If Yan Wanwan had not appeared out of nowhere, Doris would have been determined to get the finale of the show.

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