When fishing beauty is bound to the rich system

Manli pouted as if she was very aggrieved, and looked at Fu Sicheng, her fingers hooked in her hair, her eyes fell on Fu Sicheng's hand that was around Lin Xinran's waist and arm again, and raised her eyebrows: "Are you married?"

"No."

Lin Xinran took a sip of the coffee on the table again, letting Fu Sicheng hug her, leaning on him with a very relaxed body, responding lazily.

The hair at her temples fell naturally on her cheeks, and her slightly curled hair made her look even more delicate and charming.

She was wearing a white suspender dress today. The design of the dress was very high-end, the waist was slender, and the hem fell very naturally. She had a pure temperament and looked very harmless.

Manli pretended to be casual and straightened up. She pushed her long golden hair back, revealing her full cleavage. She threw a coquettish glance at Fu Sicheng: "Since we are not married, it proves that Sicheng and I still have a chance..."

and many more……

Why does this sound familiar?

Lin Xinran's hand holding the coffee paused slightly, and she looked at Xu Jingqiu again, then looked away tacitly, trying hard to suppress the upward curve of her lips, and took a sip of coffee.

Interesting.

To the extent that he can go to China to perform skits.

Fu Sicheng's eyes flashed with a hint of annoyance, and there was a strong murderous intent deep in his eyes.

His overall face looks quite aggressive. His facial features make him look even more fierce. His eyes and brows are full of hostility. When he has no expression on his face, people can feel the oppression coming towards them.

Fu Sicheng reached out and took off the Buddhist beads on his wrist, rubbed them on the palm of his hand, and unconsciously moved the beads with his fingers. He raised his right hand slightly and waved his fingers forward casually, as if calling someone.

Before Manli could react, four men in black wearing combat uniforms appeared out of nowhere and came to Manli very quickly. The four men raised their hands and lifted her up and threw her out.

Four 1.9-meter-tall men carried a woman out, and this scene left many guests in the studio stunned.

But the studio staff seemed to have become accustomed to this kind of scene.

They just looked up silently, then continued to work on their own things with their heads down.

It was known to many people that Mary Rockefeller liked to pester Fu Sicheng of China, whether they were people from the upper class of the United States or some staff members in places they often visited.

Lin Xinran was a little shocked by this scene. Her eyes widened slightly, and her pink lips opened slightly. She looked at the backs of the four burly men leaving with a look of surprise, and blinked: "This..."

Sometimes things that are unexpected and completely unexpected are more shocking.

Just like what just happened.

This is the first time I see the phrase “Believe it or not, I’ll throw you out” become concrete.

Fu Sicheng put his arm around her shoulders, pressed her into his arms, and lowered his head to kiss her red lips: "I won't let other women get close to my baby, so can you stay with me more, huh?"

...Where is the cold-faced boss you promised me?

How come she suddenly turned into a spoiled and whimpering monster?

"How much I accompany you."

On the contrary, Duan Ziyuan was not brought with him when he went to Jiangcheng City before, and he was not brought with him when he came to the United States this time.

A smile appeared on Fu Sicheng's lips. He casually put the Buddhist beads back on his wrist, put the gun back on his waist, but still did not let go of Lin Xinran's hand.

Lin Xinran shook her head helplessly, put down the coffee cup in her hand, wiped the corners of her mouth with a tissue, and thought:

What a clingy guy.

The sound of footsteps was heard again at the door of the waiting room, but this time the footsteps were the sound of leather shoes stepping on the ground, and it sounded like a boy.

Before the man got close, the voice came: "Oh, my good brother, you are finally here!"

James was wearing brown trousers and a white top. His short hair was slightly curled. His facial features were three-dimensional and deep. He opened his arms from a distance to hug Fu Sicheng.

Fu Sicheng released his arms around Lin Xinran's waist, stood up, and prepared to hug him.

Unexpectedly, James saw Lin Xinran sitting on the sofa behind him, his eyes suddenly lit up, and the smile on his face became even brighter: "Oh, my God, this beautiful lady, my goddess, you are here too, long time no see, you are getting more and more beautiful."

As he spoke, James walked past Fu Sicheng with his arms open and walked towards Lin Xinran.

Seeing this, Lin Xinran quickly stood up, raised her hand and gave him a gentle hug. The two of them performed a ceremonial kiss, gently touching each other's cheeks.

James held her hands tightly, looked at her eyes carefully, and shook his head in amazement: "Lin, you are really beautiful. The dress I designed for you this time is in the new Chinese style. You must try it."

Fu Sicheng was stunned for a moment, then he turned slightly to look at the two people hugging each other, then looked at their clasped hands, and inexplicably felt annoyed.

He pretended to cough lightly a few times, but his eyes were fixed on James.

James, who was immersed in joy, heard Fu Sicheng's voice with a slight reminder. He reacted immediately. His hands reacted faster than his brain. He let go of Lin Xinran's hand, turned around and hugged Fu Sicheng.

"My dear brother, we haven't seen each other for a long time. I miss you so much."

For the first time, Fu Sicheng didn't want to respond to him. He just patted his back lightly and let him go.

James understood Fu Sicheng's character. He knew that he was jealous because he had just held Lin Xinran's hand tightly. Besides, he was a bit thick-skinned, so he didn't take it seriously.

Several people followed James to the third floor of the studio.

There are relatively few guests on the third floor of the studio. Many compartments divide a large working area into small areas. The decoration is still very luxurious and high-end. The designers on the third floor all have many excellent works, and the dresses stored on the third floor are even more valuable.

James took them to his office and pulled out a mannequin from the closet.

The model is wearing a new Chinese style dress. The color of the whole dress is light pink. The style of the dress is a strapless slim fishtail skirt. The hem of the skirt is very beautiful, like a blooming flower.

From the hem upwards, the dress is embroidered with hand-embroidered flowers, and it's obvious that James put a lot of effort into it.

Lin Xinran's eyes were full of amazement. She raised her hand and gently touched the dress. It felt very soft and smooth, and she could feel that the material of the whole dress was very high-end.

"This dress is designed completely according to your figure. How about it? Doesn't it look good?"

James looked at the dress in front of him with loving eyes, and squatted down to adjust the hem of the dress.

For him, every dress he made by hand was his child.