Young Master Fu’s Unexpected Cute Wife - Chapter 1120

Arm a lift, holding the bottle mouth down, to the right of a slip of water pull past——

All ten whiskey glasses are seven cents full.

Fu Si Han raised a hand, motioned Mu Qi Chen to continue to drink.

“I thought that the relationship between you and Sheng Yan was over.” Fu Sihan said.

Mu Qichen raises an eye to look at him, ask: “change to do you, you can let go speech late late hand?”

Fu Sihan’s brain immediately emerged an answer: impossible.

There’s no way he’s late.

After thinking about it, he laughed at himself.

He and mu Qichen are the same kind of people, originally weak feelings and love, just because met that person.

Since met, will not let go.

He is the light of life. Who doesn’t want light? Who would like to let the light disappear forever in their own world?

no one.

“Fu Sihan, how did you get Yan wanwan back?” Mu Qichen holds his head with one hand and asks Fu Sihan seriously.

In fact, Fu Sihan never thought about it seriously.

How did you get Yanwan back?

There seems to be no way.

Because yanwanwan, no matter how resolute and cold she is, is essentially a kind-hearted woman.

“Dead beat.” Fu Sihan finally only said these four words, and when he said them, he couldn’t help but hook the corner of his mouth.

“But mu Qichen, Sheng Yan and Wan Wan are totally different. They are applicable to Wan Wan, but not to Sheng Yan.” Fu Sihan said, “the story between me and Wan Wan is totally different from that between you and Sheng Yan. Emotional things are the least referential. ”

Of course, mu Qichen knows that there is no reference for emotional knowledge, but when people are in despair, they always want to find a little hope.

He wants Fu Sihan to give him some hope that he can recover Shengyan.

But obviously, he’s got the wrong person. What Fu Jia San Shao is good at is to let others down and become more desperate.

“I really can’t speak. How can I catch up with you?” Mu Qichen dislikes it.

Fu Sihan picked an eyebrow and said in a good mood: “she likes it.”

It doesn’t matter how you know it. The important thing is that they have achieved the right result, don’t they?

You envy it!

“Mommy Fu Yan’an’s little milk voice appears again, “Mommy, Mommy!”

When he called Mommy, he was always happier than when he called daddy. And this attitude contrast is obvious.

Fu Sihan grinds his back teeth. After all, he is the son he asked for. If he doesn’t like it, he has to keep it.

“Yes, late, late, Mommy.” Fu Sihan and his son, but their tone and attitude are quite perfunctory.

Fu Yan’an didn’t mind. He danced happily, “Mommy, Mommy!”

Fu Sihan’s remaining light swept mu Qichen, suddenly thought of something, pointed to Mu Qichen, said to his son: “your mother went out to play today, but did not take you, because of the opposite uncle.”

As soon as Fu Sihan’s voice fell, Fu Yan’an’s eyes turned to Mu Qichen.

Before, when he looked at muqichen, his eyes were indifferent, like looking at a toy without interest, but at this time, he was shining.

Mu Qichen suspects that if this broken child is two years older, he will rush to hit him at the moment.

The game of two big men and one small man lasted for three hours.

Mu Qichen said that he wanted to get drunk and drink to relieve his worries, but he was too drunk to get drunk easily. Fu Sihan and his son were inconvenient to drink, so he had to give up in the end.

Two people pour is mutual hatred many, during the period is mixed with small inkstone an small milk sound.

When saying goodbye, mu Qichen looks at Fu Yan’an with some infatuation.

During this period of time, he often thought that if he was more careful and more cautious, the child would still be there, and that would not be the case between him and the smoker.

“Envy?” Fu Sihan holds his son in one hand.

Muqichen didn’t speak, but his attitude was obviously tacit.

Envy, how can we not envy?

“Think of your own way.” Fu Si Han patted Mu Qi Chen’s shoulder, “big deal, start from the beginning.”

A sociologist who studies gender relations once gave a public speech. He said that the relationship between husband and wife can be divided into: start, end, and start. In this era of rising divorce rate, the remarriage of divorced couples may not be the reunion, but the beginning of a new relationship.

There will be traces and mottling in the reunion of broken mirrors.

Only from the beginning can we make this relationship more beautiful and lasting.

If muqichen and Shengyan were reconciled, Shengyan would not be so late as now?

If Yan wanwan was present, he would refute him: there are no two ends in three days!

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Fu Sihan didn’t expect that one day he would receive a call from the bar and let himself go to the bar to meet people.

It’s still too late.

When Fu Sihan arrived at the bar, there were a pile of empty wine bottles on the table. The three women in the card seat were so drunk that they didn’t forget to hold hands and say something.

He didn’t understand a word, but the three women not only understood each other, but also laughed together, as if they had created a language of their own.

Fu Sihan is the major shareholder of the bar. The person in charge of the bar met Yan wanwan and specially arranged bodyguards to stand around and protect the three people very well.

“Mr. Fu, this… You see…” the person in charge asked Fu Sihan.

The identities of these three people are not simple. They dare not move at will.

Fu Sihan waved his hand and motioned to the other side to be busy.

He successively dialed two telephone calls, both of which only threw five words: “come to nine nights to meet people.”

Half an hour later, Sheng Jiyang and Fu Nanzhu arrived at the bar one after another.

Yan wanwan has been held in his arms by Fu Sihan. He is sleepy. Guan Qingjiu and Sheng Yan hug each other in the card seat. Both of them are murmuring about something, and no one else can understand it.

Fu Nanzhu: “I’m not sure.”

Sheng Jiyang

“My sister has given Fu San little trouble. I’ll come to visit you some other day.” Sheng Jiyang’s face-to-face talk is not leaking.

He was about to go to pick up Sheng Yan when he was stopped by a hand.

“Wait!” Ansley was wearing a cap to block most of his face. He turned on the camera function of his mobile phone to take pictures of Sheng Yan.

Calm tone, vaguely let people feel a trace of his excitement, “tomorrow Sheng smoke on the line, let her see how ugly she looks like this!”

Sheng Jiyang patted Ansley on the back of the neck, “don’t say that Xiaoyan is ugly.”

And what’s ugly? His sister is cute even when she’s drunk.

Sheng Jiyang and Fu Nanchu help each other and separate Sheng Yan and Guan Qingjiu. They lean against the man like bones.