709: C709 By Hook or by Crook

C709 By Hook or by Crook

Fu Sihan put out the remaining half of his cigarette and walked in.

"Where are you going?"

Yan Wanwan woke up as expected. When Fu Sihan laid down, she subconsciously went into the man's arms.

The man tacitly stopped her from entering his embrace.

"You smoked?" The half-awake woman muttered in disgust.

"You don't like it?" Fu Sihan asked.

In fact, he knew Yan Wanwan did not like the smell of cigarettes. After being with her, he tried not to smoke in front of her.

He just wanted to hear what she said.

However, what responded to her was silence.

Very quickly, the woman in his arms once again breathed deeply and fell into a deep sleep.

"Wanwan?" Fu Sihan called softly. His fingertips gently outlined the woman's face. It was full of tenderness and affection.

After confirming that she was asleep, the man asked, "You won't blame me, right?"

Two seconds later, Fu Sihan suddenly laughed, with a self-deprecating tone.

"So what if you blame me? You know, I'm not a good person."

"As long as I can keep you by my side, I'm willing to do whatever it takes"

"Treasure, good dream"

As he spoke, he planted a kiss on the woman's forehead.

-

Wanwan slept well the day before. When she woke up the next day, she only felt a slight discomfort in her abdomen. She did not find any traces of a leave. She wondered if it was indeed something she ate the night before... Uh, a lot.

"I'll send you there." After breakfast, Fu Sihan, who had been waiting for Yan Wanwan to finish her meal, picked up the car keys.

"No need, it's not far." Wanwan refused without thinking, "It's only been 20 minutes since I walked, and I can also wait for the ferry in the manor."

This manor was very large. In order to make it convenient for tourists, there was a fixed time for a sightseeing ferry to pass by every day, so that the guests could use it as a means of transportation.

"Are you afraid that Cen Ye will see you?" Fu Sihan suddenly asked.

"What does it have to do with Cen Ye?" Wanwan was confused and extremely vigilant.

This guy isn't going to get jealous again, is he?

"Since you are not afraid of being seen, then get in the car." Fu Sihan took the opportunity to help Yan Wanwan pick up the handbag. His other hand subconsciously wanted to help Yan Wanwan up. Just as he raised his hand, his hand stopped and he put it down as usual.

His gaze stopped on Yan Wanwan's high heels. "Yan Wanwan, go and change into a pair of shoes."

Wanwan subconsciously looked at her shoes. It was the new model of this year's Dior. It was very compatible with today's dress.

"Why?" She asked doubtfully, "You bought this pair of shoes."

Wanwan had reason to suspect that this man had forgotten that he bought these shoes himself. He could not bear to see her wearing shoes that he did not buy.

"Go and change to a flat bottom." After Fu Sihan finished speaking, he paused for two seconds and added, "You are going to be a teacher and judge, not to show off."

"Third Young Master Fu, wearing high heels is the professional quality of a model." Wanwan had to remind him.

"You are the teacher today, not a model. You do not need to be cultured like this." Fu Sihan said seriously, "You can be different from others."

... "" What kind of logic is this?

Wanwan looked at Fu Sihan strangely but did not say anything. She opened the shoe cabinet and started to see if there were any other suitable shoes.

Indeed, wearing shoes was much more comfortable than wearing high heels.

This time, most of the people in the model were taller than Wanwan. The male model was even more so. Wanwan thought that since she was considered short inside, it would not affect her if she did not wear high heels.

Furthermore, Fu Sihan was right. She was going to be a mentor. It was not like she was going for a show. The competition of Super Model had always respected the specialties and habits of the mentors. There was once a supermodel mentor who liked to walk barefoot, and he often walked barefoot during the competition. He wore a flip-flop that tore through the sky.

"How about this pair?" Wanwan picked up a pair of white ballet shoes.

Fu Sihan took a look at her attire today and changed into a pair of red shoes to pass to Yan Wanwan.

"Red seems to be a little too high-profile." Wanwan took a look. Actually, the color and style matched her clothes.

Fu Sihan found it funny. "Mrs Fu, you still want to keep a low-profile? What are you thinking about?"

-

When Yan Wanwan went to the competition organizational center, Fu Sihan changed his car from yesterday's supercar to an Aston Martin.

"Be careful, don't get hurt." Fu Sihan reminded Yan Wanwan before she got off the car.

Wanwan nodded.

"Also."

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"Stay away from Cen Ye." Fu Sihan said.

Wanwan rolled her eyes at him, "You should know that Cen Ye and Sister Jia have a special relationship. You think too much."

Fu Sihan responded with a "En." He helped Yan Wanwan put the strand of hair that was hanging down to the back of her head. " Stay away from him. I don't like to see other people matchmaking you. You also don't want him to be targeted by Su Yanzhe in the past, but by me in the future, right? "

Wanwan was shocked.

Third Young Master Fu, an antique, actually knew how to use a new term like "rajou match"?

Since Wanwan did not live with the main group, she was the last person to arrive.

There were a total of five mentors in this competition. Apart from Kekker, Cen Ye, and Yan Wanwan, the other two were men in their forties or fifties.

One was called Melvin, with shoulder-length curly hair. He was a hardcore photography master in the fashion circle. The other was called Inis. His figure was a bit out of shape, but he looked very fashionable. He used to be a top show director, but now he had retired to the second-tier.

Comparatively speaking, Corker, Cen Yu, and Yan Wanwan were all new stars. In this competition, only these three representatives of the new generation of supermodels would give lessons to the contestants. Melvin and Innis were only the judges. Correspondingly... These two have more right to speak.

The five of them were people from the fashion industry. Even if they had never worked together before, they had heard of each other. They politely greeted each other and prepared to meet the contestants.

Wanwan silently sized up Cen Ye. This was her f * cking close distance to look at him.

Cen Ye was almost thirty years old, but he still looked like he was only twenty-four or twenty-five. He was very tall and looked to be around 194 or 195. His facial features were very special and combined with the beauty of China and the West. His right shoulder was exceptionally good looking. His golden proportional body made him look very elegant in his long white robe.

"Mr. Cen." Wanwan took the initiative to walk over and spoke to Cen fatigue in the language that no one else could understand, "Thank you. I'm referring to the incident a few months ago. I don't know if you still remember it."2

Cen Ye glanced at Yan Wanwan. Her temperament naturally carried a sense of arrogance, but at the same time, it also had a faint smell. It made people feel that Cen Ye could only be seen from afar and not close to him. He wouldn't be hated because of his arrogance.

It had to be said, whether it was in terms of appearance or temperament, this man was born to eat the Super Model Rice.

"You're welcome." After saying that, Cen Ye lowered his eyes, as if he didn't want Yan Wanwan to interact more.

Wanwan rubbed her nose in embarrassment. She was thinking about how Cen Ye treated her coldly and didn't seem like he wanted to get to know her. Why did he stand up to speak for her back then?

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