Mr. Fu Chased His Wife and Overturned Again

Sure enough, as she expected, Fu Yixing fell ill.

I'm afraid that when he fell asleep, he sensed that something was wrong with him and was afraid of hurting her, so he left quietly by himself without anyone noticing.

"Fu Yixing let him go, okay?"

Lu Wanchu slowly approached Fu Yixing and said softly.

"Ma'am, be careful with Mr. Fu."

Mo Qing stood behind Lu Wanchu and spoke worriedly.

Fu Yixing's six relatives did not recognize him when he became ill, and Mo Qing was very worried that Lu Wanchu would be hurt.

Lu Wanchu shook her head, "He won't hurt me."

No one knows better than her that even if Fu Yixing's curse breaks out and his six relatives deny him, he still remembers her and will not hurt her.

His love for her has already surpassed these, even a curse can't stop him from loving her.

Mo Qing was very sad, he didn't understand why God wanted to torture Fu Yixing and this pair of lovers.

Lu Wanchu slowly approached Fu Yixing and smiled gently at him.

Fu Yixing's eyes full of hostility fell on Lu Wanchu, and he subconsciously let go, and Ah He fell to the ground, ignoring others and quickly ran away from here.

Mo Qing nodded towards one of the bodyguards. The bodyguards turned and left, and Ah He had to keep his mouth shut.

Ah He's unconscious girlfriend was also taken away, and Mo Qing's men blocked the entire alley to prevent anyone from entering.

"Fu Yixing, don't let the curse control you, I believe in you."

Lu Wanchu slowly approached Fu Yixing, stood in front of him, and smiled charmingly at him.

There was pain in Fu Yixing's eyes, as if he was struggling for something.

Lu Wanchu felt very uncomfortable, raised her hands to hold Fu Yixing's face, and pressed her delicate lips on his toes.

Fu Yixing's scarlet eyes trembled, and he quickly pushed Lu Wanchu away, as if he was frightened.

As if his head was about to explode, fine sweat dripped from Fu Yixing's forehead, he hugged his head with both hands, and roared.

"Fu Yixing!"

Knowing that Fu Yixing was struggling, Lu Wanchu stepped forward to hug Fu Yixing and took out a pill that could suppress his illness.

"Fu Yixing, I'm here, I will always be by your side, you must control yourself."

When Lu Wanchu hugged him, Fu Yixing became quiet.

Lu Wanchu was overjoyed and prepared to feed the pill in his hand to Fu Yixing.

The wrist was suddenly grabbed by Fu Yixing, as if it was about to be broken.

Lu Wanchu raised her head in pain, and met Fu Yixing's ruthless eyes, filled with soreness and pain.

The pill fell on the ground, and I don't know where it rolled.

Lu Wanchu didn't care about the pain in his wrist, and took out a silver needle with his other hand, ready to stab Fu Yixing.

"Wanwan, stay away from me."

There was a roar of painful struggle, and Fu Yixing seemed to have recovered a little bit of consciousness. Looking at Lu Wanchu, he said in a hoarse voice.

His eyes fell on himself holding Lu Wanchu's hand, and he let go in shock and self-blame.

"I hurt you, I still hurt you."

He couldn't accept himself like this, and he clearly said that he wanted to protect her for the rest of his life, but he was the one who hurt her.

Fu Yixing retreated in pain, "Don't come close to me, I'm afraid I won't be able to control myself."

After Fu Yixing finished speaking, he turned around and jumped up the wall, leaving the alley.

"Fu Yixing!"

The voice of grief echoed in the alley, and Lu Wanchu watched Fu Yixing leave helplessly.

His speed is very fast, it is not easy for them to catch up with Fu Yixing.

"Mo Qing, look for him, we must find him!"

Lu Wanchu knew that this was not the time to be sad, because there was no strength in his right wrist, and the place held by Fu Yixing was black and purple, which showed how hard his movements were just now.