An Yan increasingly felt that Fu Shiyan's cold and abstinent image was just for show.
No kidding, he had long admitted that he was quite unrestrained.
It was just that she had always been deceived by the man's exceptionally handsome face, which seldom smiled or laughed.
So that every time she looked at him, she had an illusion.
Fu Shiyan gripped the steering wheel, feeling the intense gaze from beside him.
"Wife, what's up?"
"Nothing much, just looking for where your face has gone."
Fu Shiyan chuckled and looked at her, saying word by word, "Last night was too intense, it got photoshopped off."
"Old Dog Fu!"
Fu Shiyan burst out laughing, "I really like seeing you blow your top. Let me think, how many nicknames have you given me? When you're happy, you call me Fu Yingjun, Uncle Fu, and when you're angry, it's Old Dog Fu, Didi Fu. Can't you find a more imposing one?"
An Yan glared at him, the corners of her lips curling into a mischievous smile, "Fu Eighteen!"
