Mr. Fu Chased His Wife and Overturned Again

At this moment, how can he have the usual calm and noble spirit, like a big child.

"Drink the hangover soup first."

Lu Wanchu picked up the hangover soup in the tray and handed it to Fu Yixing.

Fu Yixing turned his head aside and said with disgust, "Don't drink it, it's terrible."

"Fu Yixing, you must drink."

He lost his temper, and Lu Wanchu also lost his temper.

Fu Yixing looked at Lu Wanchu with a feeling of grievance.

Lu Wanchu's heart softened, and while she disliked her spineless softness, she softened her tone, "Drink, I also made millet porridge for you, and after a while, drink sober soup and drink this."

"I don't want to drink."

"If you don't drink, I will leave."

Lu Wanchu was about to put down the hangover soup in her hand, turned around and was about to leave.

Fu Yixing grabbed her hand, took the hangover soup in her hand and drank it down in one gulp, frowning in disgust.

"Millet porridge."

Lu Wanchu took a deep breath, turned around and took the millet porridge on the tray, "Drink it."

She really wanted to take a picture of this scene to let everyone know that Fu Yixing, who is famous and in charge of the Fu Group, also has this side, like a rascal.

"You feed me."

Fu Yixing's thin lips parted slightly, and his figure leaned forward.

Lu Wanchu had no choice but to pick up the spoon in the bowl and feed Fu Yixing himself.

Fu Yixing's blurred eyes flashed with tenderness, and he soon regained his drunkenness.

Only in this way, she will soften her heart to him.

After finally feeding a bowl of rice porridge, Lu Wanchu thought she was relieved, but someone started to say that she had a headache again.

Lu Wanchu clenched her teeth, "Fu Yixing, don't push yourself too far."

She didn't want to care whether he was really drunk or fake.

Fu Yixing grabbed Lu Wanchu's hands and placed them on his temples.

Looking at his uncomfortable handsome face, Lu Wanchu took a deep breath and sat down to press his temples personally.

Fu Yixing's thin lips curled slightly, and he quietly leaned on Lu Wanchu's legs, allowing her to gently press his temples.

Lu Wanchu was looking at the crystal lamp in the living room, but at some point her eyes fell on Fu Yixing.

At this time, he closed his eyes and leaned against her quietly, his brows and eyes were relaxed, no longer tense as before, without the cover of gold-rimmed glasses, his handsome outline was unobstructed, like the most perfect masterpiece of God.

He seems to be better looking than he was a few years ago.

When she met him, he was still a boy, even though his character was mature, his face was still immature.

After not seeing each other for several years, he has grown into a real man, and she can no longer treat him like a child.

She was three or four years older than him. In the eyes of others, maybe three or four years old was not good, but in her eyes, three or four years old was already a gap.

Even if she has some affection for him, she can cover it up very well, no one will know.

Later, his illness was almost recovered, and he had a good impression of her. Mr. Fu approached her and told her about the gap between them.

Then came the five years, the five years when we never met.

"Fu Yixing..."

Whispers floating in the air, never known by anyone.

After an unknown amount of time, Lu Wanchu withdrew his hand and stared blankly.

Fu Yixing's calm aura, which was leaning on her legs, changed suddenly, fierce and menacing, and slightly bloodthirsty.

Fu Yixing clenched his fists tightly, his phoenix eyes opened, scarlet like blood.

Lu Wanchu noticed something was wrong with Fu Yixing at the first moment, and touched the place where the silver needles were usually placed with her hand, but there was nothing there, reminding her that she left the silver needle bag at home because of rest.

"Fu Yixing, wake up."

Lu Wanchu grabbed Fu Yixing's hand, and met Fu Yixing's cold eyes full of hostility with a slightly panicked expression.