C47

The next day.

Dawn.

Waking up late, feeling sore at the waist because of last night's running and wrestling in the woods.

The wound on his arm felt cool and comfortable, but no trace of medicine could be seen.

After clearing her head a little, she suddenly remembered that she was sleeping on Fu Sihan's bed!

She was obviously sleeping beside the bed, but how did she get to the middle of the bed?!

The man who should have been on the bed was no longer there. She reached out her hand and felt the nearby bedding. There was still a trace of warmth, and she could feel the aura that belonged solely to Fu Sihan.

She covered her reddened face and tried to think how she had managed to get into the middle of the bed last night.

"..." Well, I can't think of anything at all.

Logically speaking, she should have slept very regularly.

She opened the blanket and took a look at her clothes. Luckily, there was nothing wrong with them!

Just as she was about to heave a sigh of relief, she heard a taunting voice.

"I'm not interested in your two taels of meat."

Fu Sihan came out of the cloakroom fully dressed.

She had a cold expression on her face, as if the man who carried her to the middle of the bed last night wasn't him. When she woke up in the morning, she found that the man who held her was also not him.

"I didn't mean that." Late at night, embarrassed. Feeling like a petty person, a gentleman's stomach.

Fu Sihan ignored her and left the room.

After slicing, she slanted her C cup at the top of it. She was not just a piece of meat, alright?

The servant brought over clothes for Yan Wan, a white, half-sleeved dress adorned with black stripes. It made her appear more graceful and graceful, giving her an extra touch of gentleness.

In the lobby of the first floor.

Fu Province and the others were already sitting on the sofa downstairs. Only Fu Sihan was lazily sitting alone on the sofa with his legs crossed and playing with his mobile phone with one hand. Under the mask, he had a cold expression and his movements were graceful and slightly cynical.

The first thing he felt after being late was: Fu Sihan was disguising himself.

None of the members of the Fu Clan who looked down on Fu Sihan knew his true strength.

"Little sister, you and Third Young Master have such a good relationship, and you're even dressed as a pair!" Yan Meng Rou sat beside Gu Lin Chuan and teased him with a gentle smile.

Fu Sihan had always liked dark-colored clothes. Coincidentally, his clothes today had a black-and-white striped design. At first glance, they did indeed look like a pair of romantic outfits.

But definitely not.

When the night fell, Fu Sihan happened to raise his head. Their gazes met in the air for a moment before the two of them quickly retreated. They felt somewhat uncomfortable.

Fu Sihan had never thought of matching attire, but it was rather pleasing to the eye.

Gu Yichuan secretly clenched his fists. His heart was filled with depression. These two people's attire was really annoying! Who would have thought that Yan Wan would actually be the woman who had different intentions as Meng Rou had said. She had just broken up with him and they had already begun to love each other!

"Jiejie, you're Young Master Gu's girlfriend, so Third Young Master is considered your elder. With your status, it might not be suitable for you to tease him, right?" Tonight, she deliberately emphasized the word 'elder'.

His seniority had been overshadowed by others, causing Yan MengRou's smile to stiffen.

An extremely faint smile flashed in Fu Sihan's eyes.

"Sister-in-law, where did you go last night?" Fu Yangqian interjected at the right time.

"Sister, don't you know?" When she looked at Yan Mengrou late at night, a smile that was not a smile was filled with coldness.

"How would I know? I was worried about you all day yesterday, and then I went out with Yinchuan to find you. "How can you be so ignorant and run around in other people's homes?"

Yan MengRou's half-truths and half-lies sounded like her eldest sister was educating her insensible sister, but she wasn't strict at all. She had pushed away all responsibility.