Dressed as the stepmother of a wealthy and rebellious son

In fact, Shu Wan didn't care whether the relationship between the two was exposed or not. She was mainly worried that Fu Siyu would be affected. After all, she had been living in the modern world for a while. Shu Wan found that on the one hand, everyone envied the high income in the entertainment industry. On the one hand, they look down on celebrities in the entertainment industry.

Fu Siyu has reached this status, and if others find out that his wife is an entertainment star, he will probably be laughed at.

As for Fu Siyu, from the beginning, Shu Wan wore a mask when she came to see him. In addition, Fu Siyu could tell that Shu Wan planned to divorce.

Out of respect, Fu Siyu deliberately concealed his identity and blocked any news that he and Shu Wan were a couple.

In this way, the two respected each other and believed that the other did not want to be exposed at all.

When going out, both of them put on masks and scarves.

If it were daytime, the two people could still be identified from their eyebrows, but it was late autumn with the cold wind howling, and both vehicles and pedestrians were passing by in a hurry, so naturally no one noticed the two of them.

In the autumn in the north, there is a strong sense of loneliness. The cold wind sweeps down most of the leaves, leaving only the dry branches extending their veins in the night sky.

But the ground was painted a bright yellow due to the layers of fallen leaves.

The two of them walked to a quiet street. Shu Wan stopped and pointed to the sidewalk not far away filled with tall plane trees, "Just stand there and walk back and forth, be natural."

"it is good."

Fu Siyu strolled on the street, with lights like a dragon behind him. Occasionally, cars whizzed past. The air flow brought by the strong wind rolled up the fallen leaves, slightly touching the hem of Fu Siyu's coat, and then fell back to the lingering autumn wind. middle.

In Shu Wan's lens, this late-night autumn scene becomes Fu Siyu's foil, with street lights and car lights intertwining to embellish him with changes in light and shadow.

The night was clearly lonely and dark in late autumn, and there was no smile on Fu Siyu's face. But for some reason, the photos he took had a faint and diffuse warmth.

The orange halo of the streetlight shone in Fu Siyu's eyes. When he looked at the camera, the halo seemed to soften.

Good-looking people and elegant people are the muse of photographers, and Fu Siyu has both. Shu Wan can take a lot of photos with every move he makes.

Unknowingly, without Shu Wan noticing, her hands were very red from the cold.

After Shu Wan pressed the shutter button twice in succession without pressing it, Shu Wan realized that her hand had become a little stiff after holding the camera for a long time.

“I’ve had enough of being a photographer, why not try being a model too?”

Fu Siyu suddenly spoke.

Shu Wan was stunned for a moment, and then she remembered that Fu Siyu was also very good at taking pictures. She handed the camera to Fu Siyu, "Okay, I'll take a picture for you. What do you want to take?"

"Can I shoot you?"

"I?"

Since coming to modern times, Shu Wan has been photographed by countless cameras, including interviews, red carpets, TV series, and magazines, but this seems to be the first time she has taken such a single photo.

Shu Wan's eyes slightly curved, "Okay."

"Then wait for me for a moment and I'll go buy something."

"it is good."

Fu Siyu took his camera into a convenience supermarket not far away and turned back soon.

He handed Shu Wan a pair of leather gloves and a cup of milk tea.

"Just take this shot."

The fingertips touched the cup wall, and the warm temperature extended upwards along the fingertips. Shu Wan's eyes moved slightly, and the sweet fragrance of milk tea filled the air.

It seems that even the coldness of the autumn night cannot linger for long in a place where fragrance lingers.

Shu Wan's shooting style is in the same vein as Fu Siyu's. Both of them like to capture the silhouette of life in nature.

At this time, Shu Wan did not deliberately pose, but was holding milk tea and quietly looking at the city in the autumn night.

After coming to modern times, Shu Wan wanted to try everything. Naturally, she also drank the milk tea that young people loved.

But at the same time, Shu Wan is also a person who pays attention to health care. She generally follows the "once in three months" principle for such high-sugar foods.

After drinking it for three months, Shu Wan subconsciously felt very happy, so even though she wasn't smiling, there was a faint smile in her eyes.

The car lights passed by in a daze, lighting up Shu Wan's eyes a little.

Fu Siyu didn't take the photo for long before he handed the camera back to Shu Wan, "After taking the photo, do you want to continue walking for a while, or go back?"

"Let's go back."

Normally at this time, Shu Wan would have already fallen asleep, but today was an exception, as it had already timed out for a long time.

"it is good."

The biological clock is still very magical. I was not very sleepy when being blown by the cold wind outside. When I got back to the car, I felt sleepy immediately when the warm air blew.

Shu Wan was originally leaning on the sofa, but gradually she lay down on the sofa and fell asleep.

However, when she woke up again, it was already the next morning.

Shu Wan's memory was interrupted for a moment when she caught a glimpse of the familiar ceiling.

She washed up and walked downstairs. When she saw the housekeeper, she asked, "How did I get back last night?"

"The young master brought you here." The butler smiled and was about to say something when he saw Fu Siyu slowly coming downstairs. He quickly stopped, "You came back very late last night. It was probably the young master who brought you here." For details about going upstairs, you should ask the young master yourself."

With that said, the housekeeper turned around and ordered the servants to prepare breakfast, leaving the living room space to Shu Wan and Fu Siyu.

Shu Wan turned around and was about to say something when her eyes touched Fu Siyu, but she was a little distracted.

Fu Siyu usually wears a suit, but today he changed into a black coat.

He was a little less serious than usual, and a little more cool and handsome.

"Can you please give me some advice, is my outfit okay today?"

Realizing that Shu Wan was looking at his clothes, Fu Siyu had a hint of smile in his eyes.

"It looks good." Shu Wan nodded. This was the truth.

"I have never done much research on clothing. You can give me more advice in the future."

Upstairs, as soon as Fu Yang opened the door, he saw the peacock whose tail his father was secretly poking at. He immediately rolled his eyes and said, "Old fox, his tail is open."

Fu Yang closed the door with a bang, attracting the attention of the two people downstairs.

Fu Yang didn't plan to have breakfast at home. He put on his headphones and walked out while humming a song.

At this time, Shu Wan suddenly stopped him.

In the past two days, Fu Yang's attitude towards Fu Siyu was not very good, but his attitude towards Shu Wan was quite good.

When he heard Shu Wan calling him, Fu Yang turned around and asked, "What are you doing?"

"I have a promotion event tomorrow. Give me your account and I'll help you get in."

Speaking of this, Fu Yang immediately took off his earphones and said, "I'll send it to you now. Don't lose the fight to me."

"Ah."

Fu Yang quickly sent his account and password to Shu Wan. At this time, the servant had prepared breakfast. Seeing that Fu Yang was also in the living room, the housekeeper called Fu Yang over to eat, "Young Master, come over and have breakfast together?" Fu Yang was about to refuse, but Shu Wan said, "Let's go together?"

The hope of advancement was in Shu Wan's hands, and Fu Yang had no choice but to compromise.

The three of them sat at the dining table, Shu Wan sat in the middle, Fu Siyu sat on the left, and Fu Yang sat on the right.

Shu Wan likes to eat noodles in the morning. Fu Siyu and Fu Yang have similar tastes. They usually eat steamed buns and porridge in the morning.

However, Fu Yang didn't know what happened today. As long as it was the type chosen by Fu Siyu, Fu Yang wouldn't touch it, as if he was deliberately doing the opposite to Fu Siyu.

Shu Wan glanced at it but didn't say anything.

But the battle between the two gradually became more intense, and they even came around Shu Wan.

Fu Siyu was about to peel an egg for Shu Wan, but before he could put it into her bowl, Fu Yang intercepted it and showed his little white teeth at Fu Siyu, "Thank you, dad."

Fu Siyu brought a bottle of milk to Shu Wan, but Fu Yang took it away as soon as he got it, "Thank you, Dad."

Fu Siyu narrowed his eyes slightly and darkened, "Don't you know how to peel it yourself?"

"It's nothing compared to the eggs my father peeled with his own hands. What I eat are eggs."

Before Fu Yang finished speaking, Fu Siyu put down his chopsticks. Although the movement was not heavy, he was used to it as a superior. Even a very light movement carried a strong sense of majesty under his aura.

Fu Yang felt guilty and did not dare to say the rest. Instead, he lowered his head and swallowed Fu Siyu's peeled eggs in one gulp, "Humph!"

Shu Wan only wondered what conflict had occurred between the father and son. She could only raise her head and smiled helplessly, "We will be late soon. You should concentrate on eating."

Fu Yang muttered something softly, his voice was so low that no one could hear what he said.

Fu Siyu glanced at him coldly, lowered his head and continued eating breakfast.

Shu Wan looked at Fu Siyu, then at Fu Yang, smiled and shook her head.

After dinner, Shu Wan went to the crew, and Fu Siyu went with Fu Yang.

Shu Wan proposed that Fu Siyu send Fu Yang off, but Fu Yang expectedly opposed it.

"I don't want him to send it to me. Didn't I go to school by myself before? If he does, then I won't have to go to school."

"It's so cold that it's not convenient for you to ride a bicycle."

In the past, when no one cared about Fu Yang, he always rode a motorcycle to school. Later, the motorcycle was taken away and he used Shu Wan's car. Now it's better. Fu Siyu is back, and the two drivers at home are not enough. divided.

Even if he beat Fu Yang to death, he didn't want Fu Siyu to see him off. He raised his eyebrows slightly and took out his cell phone to call a taxi.

At this time, Shu Wan suddenly took out a black scarf from her bag and handed it to Fu Yang, "It's cold outside, so wear a scarf."

Fu Yang didn't like wearing these, so he was about to avoid them when he felt that the color of the scarf looked familiar.

How could he remember that a few days ago he saw a ball of cotton thread on the sofa downstairs, which was similar in color to this scarf.

Fu Yang's eyes moved slightly, "Where did you buy it? It's so ugly."

"What I knitted is ugly?"

Shu Wan is good at embroidery, and the steps to weave a scarf are simple. Shu Wan can weave a scarf with just one glance and it takes only a cup of tea.

Like this, Shu Wan knitted seven or eight while sitting there watching TV.

However, in the eyes of a straight man like Fu Yang, the difficulty of knitting a scarf is as high as the sky.

His eyes softened, and he reached out to take the scarf handed over by Shu Wan. It was made of cotton thread of unknown material. It was extremely soft and filled with incomparable warmth.

Fu Yang tightened his hands a little, and subconsciously looked at Fu Siyu's neck, which was empty. Fu Yang raised his eyebrows slightly, and exposed his dimples provocatively at Fu Siyu, "Forget it, I'll let my dad give it to me." Me."

With that said, Fu Yang took the initiative to get in the car.

Fu Siyu looked at Shu Wan, as if he wanted to say something, but finally held back.

"Then I'm going to film."

"Okay." Fu Siyu nodded, "I can pick you up in the evening. I'll get off work early today."

"Ah."

Shu Wan went to the film and television city alone, while Fu Siyu was with Fu Yang.

In the car, Fu Yang leaned lazily on the sofa and shook the scarf in his hand. "Shu Wan's craftsmanship is quite good. What kind of gift did she give you?"

Fu Siyu lowered his eyes slightly and ignored Fu Yang.

Fu Yang seemed to be more energetic, "Isn't it right? You don't have it, do you?"

"There is no sitting posture, sit straight."

Fu Siyu's expression was gloomy and he looked at Fu Yang indifferently.

He scared others like this, but not Fu Yang. It even aroused Fu Yang's rebellious heart.

He lay down a little more lazily, then put the scarf around his neck, "Tsk, it's so warm."

Fu Siyu glanced at him, rarely speechless.

When the car arrived at the school gate, Fu Yang put on his bag and got out of the car. But before taking two steps, Fu Yang stopped again and said, "It's so cold. Fortunately, I have a scarf."

After saying that, Fu Yang tidied up the car window again before turning around and leaving.

In the car, the driver looked at Fu Yang's leaving figure, and then at Fu Siyu's darkened face, feeling inexplicably wanting to laugh.

Fu Siyu and Fu Yang, one was unruly and the other was indifferent, they didn't look like people who would quarrel like children. However, they actually started fighting like primary school students.

At this time in the film and television city, the filming of "Green Orange" has started. Due to Shu Wan's current popularity, the crew originally only had 5 sponsors, but now it has been upgraded to 25.

Seeing so much sponsorship, Liu Qing's face almost broke out with laughter.

However, when she was happy, some crew members were extremely jealous.

In everyone's eyes, a small and broken campus film is not worthy of receiving so much sponsorship. The money should be invested in their films.

"I really don't understand why they all like Shu Wan so much. What's so good about her? There are so many sponsorships for her."

"She is beautiful, and she has such a rich husband and stepson. This woman is really smart. She has married so well. Why should she be filming? She should just go back and be a rich wife."

In the eyes of fans of other crews, Shu Wan's behavior of bringing money into the crew was quite disgusting, so the fans gave Shu Wan the black nickname "Fu Tai".

Wherever there is "Green Orange", you can see fans scolding Shu Wan with this black name.

"These people are going too far. Why are they talking about Shu Wan like that? They are too rich and not too rich, and they haven't spent their money. It's really ugly to say that."

Wang Tian, ​​who was usually the first to jump up and down with excitement, was unusually quiet this time, and even had a mysterious smile on his face.

"What they said is not wrong. Not only is he rich, he is simply extremely rich."

"Are you crazy??" Liu Qing was shocked, "Don't you know they are mocking Shu Wan for marrying an old man to become a rich wife?"

"Old man." The smile on Wang Tian's face became even more strange, "Heh."