576: C576 Fu Sihan You Don't Have a Wife

C576 Fu Sihan You Don't Have a Wife

"Not good." Fu Sihan reached out and pinched Yan Wanwan's chin. He carefully looked at her lovely face and said, "It's better to be a little fatter."

If she was fatter, she would look better.

Wanwan sneered and said in a serious manner, "A man's mouth is a liar's ghost."

... "What did you say?"

Fu Sihan almost thought he heard it wrong again.

"I would rather believe that there are ghosts in this world than believe that man's lousy mouth."

Fu Sihan was sure that he hadn't misheard him this time.

His family's dignified Mrs Fu would indeed say such words. He did not know if he should be surprised first or laugh first.

"What I said is true. I did not lie to you."

Fu Sihan pulled his face with one hand and patiently talked to her. He even deliberately slowed down his speed of speaking so that she would not not understand if she drank too much.

"I don't believe you even if you are telling the truth." Wanwan drank a few more mouthfuls of wine and gradually her thoughts started to jump. "I want to be pretty, don't be fat."

This was an era where thin people were beautiful.

Fu Sihan could not help but smile. He touched her face and said, "You are very beautiful, Wanwan."

"You lied to me." Wanwan made a sound of "tsk," and her face was full of disbelief.

"I didn't lie to you." Fu Sihan somehow got up, pinched Yan Wanwan's chin, and lifted it up. He planted a kiss on her lips and said piously, "You're the most beautiful, baby."

It was soft, soft, and elastic. It was fragrant and sweet. It was even better than the aftertaste.

Fu Sihan's gaze did not leave Yan Wanwan's lips. He licked his lower lip without saying a word.

Wanwan slowly touched her lips, but she could not remember how that strange thing happened.

Fu Sihan silently looked at her, waiting for her next move. He could not guess whether she would kiss him back, or slap him when he woke up, or ask him in a daze why she kissed him.

"Who is the most beautiful?" Wanwan asked.

... ""

She actually... asked this?

"Who, is the most beautiful?" Yan Wanwan persistently asked again.

Fu Sihan was speechless. Obviously, the kiss he kissed her just now had not been put into her mind at all.

He said helplessly, "You, Yan Wanwan, my treasure."

"What about me?"

"You are the most beautiful. "

"Who's the most beautiful?"

"You."

"What about me?"

... ""

He fell into a cycle.

Fu Sihan sighed and did not know if he should laugh or not. Yan Wanwan would be so hard to deal with even if she drank too much. She would also be conflicted about whether she was pretty or not.

The bonfire party went on to the second half of the night. A local folk song band came up and sang to liven things up. After the band, there was another group of people who danced to liven things up. They changed to a more cheerful style.

The other twenty people were divided into two or three groups. Some people were drinking and chatting while watching the dance. There were also people who gathered around to play games. Cheers and applause rang out from time to time. The atmosphere was very lively.

Wanwan stopped for 20 minutes and did not drink. Her mind was clearer than before.

"Fu Sihan, let's play games too. It's not fun to drink like this." She looked away from the group of people playing games.

She actually knew that drinking was not fun. Tsk tsk.

Fu Sihan cooperated and said, "Play what?"

Wanwan thought for a while and said, "Stripping fists."

"You know how to?" Fu Sihan was surprised again.

"Of course." Miss Yaan proudly raised her chin again.

Drawing a fist was not a big deal!

"Drinking alone is boring. If you lose, answer a question from the other party. If you don't want to answer, you can drink. How about it?" After Fu Sihan finished speaking, he asked again, "Do you understand?"

"Fu Sihan, are you doubting my intelligence?" Wanwan said unhappily.

People who drank alcohol would have their emotions magnified and they could easily release them. Many of their true emotions would be easily seen through at a glance, just like the current Yan Wanwan.

The smile on Fu Sihan's face was even more obvious, "No, Mrs Fu is very smart."

"Of course!" Wanwan was only satisfied when she heard "smart" and totally did not notice his words "Mrs Fu."

In the next ten minutes, Yan Wanwan refreshed Fu Sihan's understanding of her again.

Her boxing skills were very good. Even after drinking wine, her brain was very clear. No, it should be said that her drawing skills seemed to be separated from her brain. It was as if she had formed her own body, and the instant she attacked, another row of drawing technique systems would be supplied to her brain.

At the beginning, Fu Sihan had the mentality of playing around casually. Gradually, he became more serious.

After ten minutes, the two of them tied.

"Not bad." Fu Sihan felt that he really had a new level of respect for his wife tonight.

Wanwan was a little proud. After drinking, she revealed everything she knew. "Not only do I know how to row, but I also play billiards, play cards, and play dice. I'm not bad at all!"

Fu Sihan raised his eyebrows in surprise and surprise. Although table nine was not something worth showing off, he had an inexplicable sense of pride.

At first, the two of them asked each other some unimportant questions. When they met someone who did not want to answer, they drank. Sometimes, Wanwan even drank and played by herself.

Unconsciously, Yan Wanwan drank more than half a cup more than Fu Sihan. Her mind once again returned to the excited state half an hour ago.

Another round ended. Yan Wanwan won.

Wanwan supported her chin with one hand and looked at the handsome man opposite the table and asked, "Fu Sihan, why did you become horny a while ago?"

Fu Sihan, "??"

Transform... Show-off?1

Seemingly seeing through his doubt, Wanwan said, "You are starting to like to be on TV and on the news." Like a peacock that suddenly opened its screen and shone everywhere.

Fu Sihan's appearance had captured the hearts of countless young girls and women, as well as a large number of career fans and cosmetic fans.

"What do you think?" Fu Sihan's leisurely expression gradually faded.

"I don't know." Wanwan rolled her eyes, thinking, If I knew, would I still ask you?

There was a little bit of alcohol at the corner of her mouth. Fu Sihan got up and used the warm towel that the waiter had just gotten to gently wipe her mouth.

"Because," Fu Sihan paused and his gaze became deeper. "I hope that there is someone who can see me often."

"Why?" Wanwan tilted her head and asked. Her brain had stopped thinking.

"I was afraid that she had not seen me for a long time and forgot about me."

"Who is she?" Wanwan was curious.

... "My wife."

She is you, my Wanwan.

Yan Wanwan put down the glass and put her hands on her face. She closed her eyes and thought for a while. She said to Fu Sihan seriously, "No, you don't have a wife. Fu Sihan, you are divorced."

Fu Sihan was so angry that he almost couldn't catch his breath.

" I'm not divorced. " Fu Sihan relied on Yan Wanwan's drinking to tell the truth.

"Fu Sihan, wake up. You do not have a wife!"

Yan Wanwan had a comforting expression on her face. "You can't do this."

Fu Sihan was so angry that he closed his eyes and said, "Carry on. Carry on."

Wanwan nodded and continued.

This time, Fu Sihan won very quickly.

"Yan Wanwan, do you still love me?"

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