Mr. Fu Chased His Wife and Overturned Again

"Who?"

Sylvia Lin's sharp eyes shot, and his eyes calmed down the moment he saw the figure, "Mr. Fu, what are you doing here so late?"

Fu Yixing walked out of the darkness, his handsome face appeared in front of Sylvia Lin, his phoenix eyes kept falling on Lu Wanchu, who was sleeping on the bed, "How is she?"

Sylvia Lin was stunned, looking at Lu Wanchu, who was sleeping peacefully on the bed, "She is fine, she has already slept."

She knows the importance of Mrs. Ming to Lu Wanchu, and Fu Yixing must also know it, so the reason why Fu Yixing is there today is indeed because of Lu Wanchu.

If Fu Yixing didn't appear here tonight, she wouldn't be sure, and now she completely believed that Fu Yixing was indeed because of Lu Wanchu.

Since he liked her so much, why did he just want to stay behind her silently?

"Um!"

Fu Yixing nodded lightly, as if he was afraid of waking Lu Wanchu, he walked to her side and looked at her quietly.

"Fu..."

"I want to accompany her."

Fu Yixing's deep voice echoed in the room.

Sylvia Lin wanted to say something, and met Fu Yixing's cold eyes, "I won't do anything to her, I just want to see her."

Sylvia Lin pursed his lips and didn't speak, stood for a moment, then turned and left.

Of course she knew what Fu Yixing would do to Lu Wanchu, she knew Fu Yixing's heart for Lu Wanchu, and she knew that there was no man in this world who loved Lu Wanchu more than Fu Yixing.

In the quiet room, Fu Yixing sat sideways on the edge of the bed, slowly raising his slender hands and pulling the thin quilt over Lu Wanchu himself.

"Lu Wanchu, I feel bad."

The deep and magnetic voice echoed, and Fu Yixing's phoenix eyes locked Lu Wanchu's charming cheeks, unwilling to let go of her beauty.

When he saw her in the daytime, he was so distressed that he was speechless.

No one knew how much he wanted to hold her in his arms and make her cry.

He knew about the death of Mrs. Ming a few days ago, and he also sent people to the funeral to mourn.

He knew she didn't know, and he wasn't going to tell her, because he knew she would be sad if she knew, and the last thing he wanted to see was her sadness.

Unexpectedly, she would finally find out, knowing that she went to the funeral of Mrs. Ming, and he came in person just to see her.

There were tears coming from the corner of Lu Wanchu's eyes, Fu Yixing stretched out his right hand to gently wipe her away, "Don't cry, okay!"

Seeing that her tears were wiping more and more, Fu Yixing couldn't help lowering his head any longer, his thin lips fell on the corner of Lu Wanchu's eyes, kissing away the tears from the corner of her eyes.

"I will be by your side for the last time."

The whispered whispers echoed in Lu Wanchu's ears, and Lu Wanchu became quiet after hearing Fu Yixing's words.

He raised his thin lips slightly, and held Lu Wanchu's hand tightly with one hand, and stayed with her like this, even if she didn't know anything.

Sylvia Lin stood outside the room, and she could hear the words inside clearly.

Shaking his head, Sylvia Lin turned and left.

"Fu Yixing."

Lu Wanchu sat up from the bed and whispered Fu Yixing's name.

Last night, she seemed to feel that someone had been beside her bed, and she didn't know what she was talking about. That person seemed to be Fu Yixing.

How is it possible, how could Fu Yixing appear here?

"woke up?!"

Sylvia Lin pushed in the door, holding the hangover soup in her hand. This hangover soup was taught to her by Lu Wanchu to deal with the pain in her head the next day after hangover.