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The reporter quipped his lips, and his plan was ruined.

Nangong looks at the night with Xiao, full of pride and doting.

He is proud of his little princess's fighting power and is willing to escort his little princess.

"Miss Yan, can you tell me the purpose of your coming to the court today? It's very difficult to get the qualification to attend the trial. How did you get it? Who is your husband? Can you tell me? " Under this situation, the reporter's attack has been much more moderate.

This is a reporter from a powerful media company. After she asked the key questions, other reporters did not speak up again, waiting for a late reply.

"She came to see me."

Just then, a voice of indifference came.

Reporters have heard of the past:

"who is that? How handsome, a new star? "

"Is that the son of a family?"

"A little familiar, this man..."

……

Twelve bodyguards opened the road, Fu Sihan stood in the open space surrounded by the wall, followed by Yin CAI and Jiang Yan.

Someone recognized Jiang Yanlai and exclaimed, "isn't the one in the black suit who is following the Fu family's third youth all year round?"

Is not Fu Jiasan Shao the protagonist of today's trial?

People's hearts are bulging, and there is an answer.

Fu Sihan looked at Yan Wan with burning eyes. He held out his hand to her and said in a slow voice, "late night, come here."

Yan wanwan bit his lower lip, hesitated for two seconds and made a decision.

"Mr. Nangong, I'll go there first. Don't leave. I'll thank you later." In the evening, he quickly said to Nangong with Xiao and went to Fu Sihan.

She didn't go fast, but she was in the spotlight.

All of them were confused:

is this commander-in-chief less than the rumored Fu Jiasan? San Shao is not wearing a mask?

Why is it that the marshal calls his speech later and more affectionate?

Why is Jiang tezhu's eyes all respectful?

Yan wanwan and this Marshal? What's the relationship?

No, Yan wanwan, why are you such a good-looking guy??

Fu Sihan came out of the court and saw that Yanwan and Nangong Yixiao were surrounded by reporters. Nangong Yixiao protected Yanwan in his arms in an absolutely protective posture.

That man is very clever, he is just a virtual ring, does not cause any trouble to Yan late, but can give others an intuitive understanding: Yan Wan is the treasure in his heart!

At that moment, Fu Sihan wants to rush to grab the woman who belongs to him and hug her in his arms, so that Nangong Yixiao can see clearly who she is, and let Yan wanwan remember that she is his wife!

In two steps away, Fu Sihan took Yan wanwan's soft hand and pulled it into his arms. His arm was firmly around her and he gave her a kiss on her eyebrow.

"Hiss -"

there are people around who are sucking cold air, and there are people who are shocked by "wow".

"Why don't you wait for me? Well? " Fu Sihan asked in a low voice, elegant as Cello and tender.

"I I thought you were busy

At night, he looked at the people around him uneasily. He didn't expect that Fu Sihan would do such a thing in front of so many people and so many media cameras.

"I'm busy looking for you?" Fu Si Han light way, the heart added a sentence: lest a careless be abducted.

"Excuse me, are you Fu San Shao and Fu Sihan?" The reporter asked about the facts.

"Yes."

Fu Sihan said, from the eyes of the public to see those people in the court before the same shock.

"That night miss and you are..." Asked the reporter.

"She's my wife." Fu Sihan said frankly.

"Wow

"My God!"

"Worge!"

“Mygod！”

All kinds of shock and exclamation came and went.

Another look from the court came out of the circle of other audit bigwigs, others are calm and polite to the speech, late nod, say hello. At first glance, I knew that Yan wanwan was the third young grandmother of the Fu family.

It's an iron fact!

The media feel that today's news has to explode, too many points!

"Fu Shao, when did you and Mrs. Fu get married?"

"Fu Sihan, do you know that Yanwan and Nangong Yixiao are close? What do you think of it? "

"Fu Shao, why did you use a mask to show people before?"

……

Journalists throw out questions. At this time,

's role is more obvious. The reporters in various industries are crazy about interviews with late evening and Fu Si Han, but the bodyguard wall is awesome, and it doesn't make Fu Shi Han and the evening late.

Fu Sihan took the hand of Yan evening and walked forward, "home.""Mr. Nangong..." Yan night pulled his hand, she has not seriously thank Nangong to Xiao.

Nangong Yixiao is still standing in the original place. He just saw Fu Sihan perform that "marriage exposed", and the smile in his mouth was obviously ironic.

Tut, I want to show it to him and to the media.

He doesn't know that Xiao Gong is not afraid of others.

"Mr. Nangong, thank you very much for today's business. I'll treat you to tea later." Fu Sihan said.

No matter Nangong Yixiao himself or the reporters around him or celebrities in the circle, no one has heard Fu Sihan's "thanks" meaning.

His tone, clearly is to say: want you to mind your own business, smart, get out of here!

"Well, it's not polite." Nangong said with a smile, "let's go."

The crowd said, "what's the matter?" The top guys are such shameless ways of communication?

Fu Sihan said: MMP, can't you hear his real meaning?

In the middle of two people, I feel that the atmosphere is a little strange, but I can't say where it is strange.

Fu Sihan and Nangong used to treat each other with Xiao before. When they did not like each other's eyes, they did not hide the fact that they were not polite to each other like now.

Fu Sihan and others got on the train smoothly.

This matter has not been completely solved, Jiang Yan has other finishing work, Yin just follows Fu Sihan.

Fu Sihan says the address of a private restaurant, and Yin probes to tell another Land Rover's Nangong Yixiao and starts on the road.

As soon as he got on the bus, Fu Sihan pressed his speech in his seat.

"Oh

Yin just blinked and calmly raised the inner partition.

After nearly three days of missing all turned into a kiss, poured into the body of late.

Fu Sihan's hand clasped his waist at night, kissing and kneading, trying to rub people into the body and bone marrow.

"It's too late to speak..." His lips were close to hers, his forehead against his forehead, he whispered.

"Well?" Kiss too hard, late some head dull.

"I don't care about you this time." Fu Sihan finished, and then kiss the words, late one mouthful, as if to ask for a reward.

"What?" I don't understand.

"Don't play with Nangong in the future, except this time. It's too late. Remember, you're mine