C92

The necklace was snug against his skin. The gem was cool and the pearls were smooth. The night was waiting for Fu Sihan to enjoy it like a model trying on a necklace.

Fu Sihan nodded in satisfaction.

Sure enough, this necklace looked even better than he had expected, not as if she was wearing it, but as if it were a necklace instead.

"How do you know I brought you a present?" Fu Sihan asked.

Even Uncle Lin did not know about this.

"Shang shaoye told me." He took off the necklace carefully and decided to put it back in the cloakroom for decoration.

Fu Sihan narrowed his eyes. Forced!

He woke up late and made breakfast with a bowl of lasagna.

The Yangchun noodle soup was simple to cook. Pull noodles into the pot boiling water after cooked, use long chopsticks to lift up, as high as possible, from the lower end of the noodle rotation into the bowl, mix with the seasoning. The evening specially used bone soup, sprinkled with green onions, another fried made a poached egg, color beautiful, fragrant nose.

Fu Sihan took a bite of the egg and a mouthful of soft, fresh heart flowed out. It was filled with a rich fragrance.

He took a bite and put down his chopsticks. "Woman, repeat what you said yesterday."

"Ah?" Wha, what do you mean? " He sat down late at night, thinking that Lu Li wanted to kiss him, so his face immediately turned red.

"You promised."

"I …"

Fortunately, it was not a matter of kissing!

However, it was not easy to be late either. Facing Fu Sihan's unperturbed appearance, he was sure that Fu Sihan had brought it up on purpose!

The words he said yesterday about marrying him for money was heard by Fu Sihan. Any man would fly into a rage when they heard these words, not to mention the prideful Fu Sihan. He was already thankful that he did not kill her.

She took a deep breath and looked at the little onion flower in her bowl. "I promise that in the future, I will wholeheartedly treat you as my husband and take care of your life. I will treat you well."

"Louder." Fu Sihan folded his arms and ordered expressionlessly, "Watch me speak."

"I promise that from now on, I will treat you like my husband and take care of your life. I will treat you well!" She was so angry and embarrassed that she wanted to beat him up. "Is it okay now?"

Even after hearing what he wanted to hear, Fu Sihan was still unsatisfied. He stared at her and asked, "You married me for money?"

"Yes." Since he had heard everything yesterday, there was nothing much to hide. The night was still late, and he said calmly, "My little brother is sick. If they don't listen to the Yan family's words, the Yan family will no longer pay the medical fees for my little brother."

F * ck, another important brother popped out!

Marrying him was for the sake of his little brother!

"Remember what you said!" Fu Sihan decided not to raise this gloomy topic anymore.

Fu Sihan ate gracefully. Even when eating the most ordinary of noodles, he exuded a reserved and noble aura.

But he always ate fast, and by the time he got to his usual late dinner, he had already wiped his mouth.

Fu Sihan's gaze once again landed on her lips as he unconsciously licked it.

Two seconds later, he opened his eyes.

"Third Young Master, it might not be convenient to return to the First Pin Courtyard after school. Can I not live here?" As soon as he finished talking, the man in front of him suddenly looked over.

It was sharp and cold.

"You want to separate from me tonight?" Fu Sihan raised an eyebrow.

"In any case, we'll just sleep separately. I'll go out and live again …" Halfway through his words, he didn't dare to say anything at night.

The fear that he felt when he saw her talking about money yesterday struck him again.

After thinking about his reasons for not agreeing, she promised him, "Third Young Master, don't worry. My school's apartment has a kitchen, so you can get three meals from it with the help of Jiang Te."

Was he angry over a few meals?

Why was he, Fu Sihan, so useless?

Fu Sihan looked gloomily at Yan Wan Feng, but couldn't think of a reason for him to stay late.

Ah, it's his wife tonight. Do I need a reason to keep her at Pingyuan?

"No way!" Fu Sihan resolutely replied her with two words.

With that, he instructed Butler Lin, "Uncle Lin, bring her toiletries to my room."

"What?!"

The night was so late that he stood up with a "whoosh".

Fu Sihan looked at her. Was his meaning not clear enough?

"Third Young Master, you want me to sleep with you?" After saying the word "sleep," Nightfall's face reddened. "I don't want to …" "Can I?"

Fu Sihan's gaze was cold and unyielding as he silently gave her a negative answer.

They were on duty with a permit, shouldn't they sleep together?

"I... "Achoo!" She turned around and sneezed.

His nose was itchy, and he hit two more times.

He had a cold last night after searching for something in the middle of the night.

Fu Sihan cursed Shang Junchi in his heart once again before casting a glance of disdain at Yan Wan'er. "You're so stupid that you still want to go out and stay."

Since yesterday, Fu Sihan had been in a bad mood. After he finished his meal, he left the main building without a single moment of hesitation, as if he didn't want to be late to read more.

He sneezed again late at night. In fact, it was fine to stay at Pingyuan's residence, but someone had to take him in every day. This was not good at all.

Sigh, the problem now wasn't going to school, but sleeping in the same bed as Fu Sihan!

Damn it!

"Young Mistress, this is cold medicine." Steward Lin left for a while. When he returned, he had a few medicine boxes in his hands.

"Thank you, Uncle Lin!" At the latest, the old man would be the best in this room.

Housekeeper Lin smiled, "Young Mistress should thank Young Master, this is Young Master's decision."

Fu Sihan?

She thought to herself, "How could Fu Sihan, who despised her so much just now, get Steward Lin to bring me the medicine?" It must be that old man Lin was a very good person.

She heaved a long sigh, unable to understand what Fu Sihan was thinking.

When he had placed her alone in the guest room, he had not allowed her to sleep in the master bedroom, which meant that he was someone with a strong sense of territory and possessiveness. Then why did he suddenly have to let her sleep in the master bedroom?

RK Group, Asia Headquarters.

Two gorgeous men walked into the CEO's office on the 72nd floor.

As soon as the two of them entered the restaurant, they smelled the rich fragrance of the dishes, making them salivate.

"Third brother, is your anorexia better?" The young son An looked at the four dishes and a soup on the table in shock.

Fried mackerel, beef stew with tomato and red wine, fried shrimp with broccoli, modene and black vinegar beef salad, and a cup of mutton and black bean soup.

The meal was stored in an exquisite, high-grade mahogany box. There were no special dishes placed on the table. Compared to their usual delicate dishes, it could be said to be simple and crude.

What shocked Shang Junchi and Young Son An the most was that more than half of the dishes had already been eaten, and the rice in Fu Sihan's bowl had almost run dry.

"Nope." Fu Sihan took a bite of the beef.

The five centimeter square beef was tender and chewy, the sour tomato made the meat taste better, the wine was mellow to the extreme, and the mushroom served as a supplement. It was tough and delicious.