Limited Time Contract: A Beautiful Wife Is Hard to Train

"Yihang, it's time to eat." Shen Simu smiled sweetly at Fu Yihang.

Looking at the sumptuous meals on the table, Fu Yihang couldn't help but praise: "You know? I'm getting fat living with you."

Fu Yihang's well-defined abdominal muscles appeared in Shen Simu's mind, his cheeks flushed, he gave Fu Yihang a look, and said shyly, "You know how to make fun of me."

Fu Yihang smiled fondly, sat opposite Shen Simu and said, "I have something to tell you."

"What's the matter?" Shen Simu handed the chopsticks to Fu Yihang.

"Tomorrow afternoon we are going to the Bordeaux wine region in France, let's clean up tonight." Fu Yihang said.

Shen Simu looked at Fu Yihang in surprise: "Am I going too? So suddenly?"

Fu Yihang raised his eyebrows and smiled: "How is it? Is it a challenge to be my assistant?"

"No wonder." Shen Simu said stubbornly.

"What are we going to the wine area for? Don't you really take me to a bar?" Shen Simu asked curiously.

Fu Yihang picked up two chopsticks for Shen Simu and said: "It doesn't count. The company sends wine to its partners every year. They are all the best wines in my production area. There is no ambiguity. I need to taste them myself."

Hearing that Fu Yihang didn't go to France specially for herself, Shen Simu felt a lot more relaxed. If Fu Yihang wanted to take her to play, then she would never agree.

"But it's still summer, isn't it too early?"

"My partner is a leader in every industry. In addition to wine selection, we need the best from design to packaging. Naturally, it will take longer."

Shen Simu nodded in agreement, that's right, after all, they are all rich masters, and ordinary wine must not catch the eye.

"Gift giving is also a science, it happens that you and I can learn how to taste wine." Fu Yihang taught.

"Then thank you, Mr. Fu." Shen Simu smiled brilliantly.

After the two of them finished their meal, Shen Simu happily packed up and saluted. After all, it was her first time to go to France, so she was somewhat excited.

Fu Yihang leaned against the door, folded his arms around his chest, condescendingly, looked down at Shen Simu with disgust: "Why are you bringing so many suits?"

Shen Simu sat on the ground and looked up at Fu Yihang in confusion: "Work, by the way, how many days are we going? Let me see how many clothes I need to bring."

"About a week." Saying that, Fu Yihang squatted beside Shen Simu and took out all the suits in her suitcase.

"Fu Yihang, what are you doing?" Shen Simu reached out to grab the clothes from Fu Yihang's hand.

Fu Yihang raised the clothes in his hands high to prevent Shen Simu from reaching them: "We don't wear casual clothes when we go to romantic France, what are we doing in suits?"

"Work." Shen Simu looked at Fu Yihang innocently.

Shen Fu Yihang shook his head helplessly, and said with a smile: "Just take plain clothes, this time you are not going as an assistant, but as the president's wife."

Shen Simu looked at Fu Yihang in embarrassment, and exclaimed: "Ah?"

Fu Yihang rubbed Shen Simu's little head, and said with a smile: "Okay, you pack up first, I'm going to pack up too."

Shen Simu nodded with a smile, and got busy again after seeing Fu Yihang leave.

Back in the room, Fu Yihang closed the door and called Song Ya.

"Boss Fu." Song Ya immediately connected the phone.

"Gu Ziliang came into contact with Simu."

Song Ya's voice immediately became tense: "What?"

Fu Yihang pondered for a moment on the chair, and then replied: "Tomorrow I will take Simu to France, you should check it out immediately."

"Yes."

After hanging up the phone, Fu Yihang sat on the chair with a gloomy face and remained motionless. He thought it was safe enough to keep Shen Simu by his side, but Gu Ziliang still found out about Shen Simu's existence.

Threatening him with a woman is never what a man should do, but what Fu Yihang has to admit is that Gu Ziliang is not a gentleman, and he has no moral bottom line. Only in this way can Shen Simu be protected.

Thinking of that gloomy man, Fu Yihang couldn't help becoming nervous.

The next day, Fu Yihang went into battle, but Shen Simu took a lot of things.

Seeing Shen Simu carrying a suitcase that was one size larger than his own, Fu Yihang looked at Shen Simu helplessly, and smiled dotingly: "Honey, what did you take?"

"Bring a few books, some medicine. I don't think I can just play in France. Make the most of the evening and finish reading the book you gave me this morning. I hope I can help you with other things this morning; I heard It is difficult to make an appointment with a foreign doctor, so I specially brought some medicine for fever and cold just in case." Shen Simu said like a few treasures.

Fu Yihang showed his shoulders of meditation, and his eyes showed a smile: "Simu, do you know that you can have a private doctor abroad?"

"I..." Shen Simu scratched her head in embarrassment, looked at Fu Yihang and said in embarrassment: "It seems that this is a superfluous move for me."

"Little fool." Fu Yihang kissed Shen Simu's hair and walked towards the airport with her in his arms.

Two flight attendants stood in front of the VIP passage and saw Fu Yihang bent down and shouted: "Mr. Fu, Mrs. Fu."

Shen Simu nodded and smiled at them, Fu Yihang pushed his sunglasses and asked, "Are you all ready? When can we take off?"

The flight attendant replied: "The captain is ready to take off at any time."

"Okay." Fu Yihang nodded, and led Shen Simu into the VIP passage under the leadership of the flight attendant.

Looking at the private plane parked on the tarmac, Shen Simu turned around curiously, and asked Fu Yihang: "Why does this plane only have the name of the airline it belongs to, but no information about you?"

"What logo do you want, I can ask someone to change it." Fu Yihang asked.

Shen Simu recalled seeing pictures of stars and cartoon characters on private jets on the Internet, and shook her head resolutely: "White is pretty good, too colorful and green is not good-looking."

"Simu, have you heard one thing?" Fu Yihang took off his sunglasses and pretended to be closed.

"What's the matter?" Shen Simu raised her head and asked.

Fu Yihang handed the suitcases of the two to the flight attendant, walked around Shen Simu and said: "During World War II, many buildings were painted with light-colored paint to prevent air raids, because the light-colored buildings can be seen from a high altitude. No, the same is true in the air, an aircraft with personal marks on it is too obvious and vulnerable to air strikes."

Fu Yihang's expression was serious and his voice was low, intending to frighten Shen Simu, but Shen Simu didn't follow suit, he brushed his hair back and gave Fu Yihang a look.

"boring."

"Hahaha, I haven't bluffed you yet." Fu Yihang smiled heartily.

"Childish ghost." Shen Simu pouted, and ran onto the plane with small steps.

"Hello sir, hello ma'am." The flight attendant standing at the airport bowed politely.

Shen Simu also smiled and nodded, then walked into the cabin.