Jiang Mian raised her eyes and fell into the man’s gentle and profound gaze.
!?!?!
Her red lips parted slightly, and she finally said slowly, "Fu... Fu Sichen??"
Fu Sichen’s hair, not styled in any particular way, hung down softly and lushly on both sides, lacking his usual sharpness and coldness, looking very much like an obedient puppy, perfectly embodying the image of a male college student.
He wore a clean white shirt, the buttons ticulously fastened to the top, and around his neck was draped a grey tie, exuding a lazy and casual sexiness.
You could vaguely make out his beautiful abs through the shirt.
Jiang Mian couldn’t help but swallow.
Fu Sichen looked a bit young...
And a bit handso.
Her heartbeat quickened, and suddenly, she didn’t know where it was appropriate to look.
The man’s voice was deep, his Adam’s apple rolling slightly as he teased with a faint smile, "Mrs. Fu?"
Everyone outside had already consciously left.
Jiang Mian ca out of the restroom, her expression flickering uncertainly as she said sowhat uncomfortably, "You’re dressed like this, too."
"Do I look good?"
Jiang Mian knew she couldn’t hide her expression and honestly replied, "You look good, but then you should see who picked this man."
Fu Sichen smiled with a curl of his lips.
Mrs. Fu complinted others without forgetting to give herself so credit.
"Let’s go, I’ll take you to find that feeling of being in love again."
Hmm???
Jiang Mian’s beautiful peach-blossom eyes shone with incredulity.
Did this man really take it seriously?
The next second, her red lips lifted in a hint of a smile, her voice tinged with laughter, "How bad would it look if word got out? President Fu skipping work to relive the feeling of love with his wife. Aren’t you afraid of ruining your reputation?"
"Why would that happen? I’ve already told them."
???
Told them what?
"I told them I have sothing today and not to disturb ; I have a date with my wife to rekindle the feeling of love."
"..."
Jiang Mian’s lips twitched, thinking the man was becoming more and more shaless and arrogant.
He couldn’t keep a single thing hidden, as if he desperately wanted the whole world to know he had a wife.
Half an hour later, Fu Sichen stopped in front of the amusent park with Jiang Mian.
Huh???
Fu Sichen took two pairs of black-frad glasses from the back seat, donning one for himself and handing the other to Jiang Mian.
Jiang Mian looked at Fu Sichen wearing the glasses, feeling a bit dazed.
This man was going a bit too far.
Seizing the chance to appear younger.
And endlessly exuding his own distinct "youthful" charm.
She couldn’t resist teasing him, "Is President Fu starting to feel old because of all the tis I ntioned the old lady, and now you’re trying to look younger?"
Fu Sichen didn’t take offense; instead, he laughed, leaned in, and whispered in her ear, "You know best whether I’m old or not..."
"Five o’clock in the morning."
The man emphasized the last four words in his voice, as if afraid Jiang Mian would forget this significant ti point.
She rubbed her ear, "Can’t forget, can’t forget, you’re the youngest."
Fu Sichen didn’t forget to put on a white face mask for himself, "Let’s go, Mrs. Fu."
Jiang Mian, looking at Fu Sichen all dressed up in disguise, thought that even if soone snapped a photo, nobody would know it was the President Fu they knew.
"All right."
Jiang Mian took the initiative to hook her arm in Fu Sichen’s and pulled him inward.
She hadn’t been to the amusent park in a long ti; if she rembered correctly, the last ti she was here was also with Fu Sichen.
That was over a decade ago.
Her and her Brother Xiao Fu...
Jiang Mian pulled out the instant cara hanging around her waist, aid it at Fu Sichen’s face, and exclaid, "Fu Sichen! Look at !"
Click—
The photo was captured, and the instant cara’s film slowly erged.
Jiang Mian carefully ward the photo in her hands, and the image quickly developed.
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