Mr. Fu Chased His Wife and Overturned Again

Lu Wanchu's eyes went dark, and she fell behind her. Fortunately, she grabbed the dining table beside her in time to prevent herself from falling to the ground.

At the moment of darkness in front of him, Lu Wanchu seemed to feel that he was going to leave this body and dissipate towards an unknown place.

Lu Wanchu raised her hand with difficulty, and her hand felt weak again.

what happened? Could it be... would she disappear?

She thought that she would be stable after being reborn, but these three times of powerlessness let her know that maybe something...would happen to her.

Crouching down, Lu Wanchu picked up the shards on the ground, the doorbell rang quickly, Lu Wanchu lost his mind, his hand was cut by glass shards, and blood flowed out.

She immediately picked up a tissue to wrap her bleeding wound, and found that she had regained some strength, and then walked towards the door.

At the moment when she was about to open the door, Lu Wanchu turned on the videophone on the side, and saw a tall figure standing outside the door, the hand that opened the door hung down, without any movement.

"Lu Wanchu, open the door!"

After seeing no movement inside the door for a long time, Fu Yixing lost his patience. He knew that she must know it was him. Maybe she was behind the door at this moment, but she just didn't want to open the door for him.

"I know you're behind the door."

Outside the door, Fu Yixing's voice was low, Lu Wanchu's heart skipped a beat, and one of them almost opened the door.

"I slept."

After a long time, there was no movement outside the door, Lu Wanchu knew he was still there, so she spoke softly.

"Open the door!"

The cold voice sounded again, Lu Wanchu gritted his teeth and opened the door, "It's so late, what are you doing?"

"Why is your face so ugly?"

Fu Yixing took a step forward, his eyes behind the gold-rimmed glasses locked on Lu Wanchu, and found that her face was very ugly.

Lu Wanchu raised her hand and subconsciously touched her cheek. Was her face ugly?

Fu Yixing suddenly reached out and grabbed Lu Wanchu's right hand, his eyes fell on the wound on her index finger, "What's going on?"

Lu Wanchu looked at the small wound on his index finger, and said indifferently, "I accidentally broke the glass, it's fine."

"Hehe, Lu Wanchu, do you have any brains, and you get hurt now and then, isn't it worrying?"

Fu Yixing's face was very ugly, and he grabbed her hand and pulled it inside.

Lu Wanchu dared not speak out, Fu Yixing, you have no brains!

Fu Yixing's eyes fell on the broken glass in front of the dining table, and his face became even uglier.

"Give me the medicine chest."

"I'm really fine, it's just a small wound, there's no need to make a fuss."

Fu Yixing looked back at Lu Wanchu coldly, let go of her hand, and laughed at himself, "I made all the fuss."

With his hands in his pockets, his face was as cold as a lake, and he no longer looked at Lu Wanchu.

Lu Wanchu frowned slightly, feeling that Fu Yixing was very strange tonight, as if he was angry when he came in.

"What's wrong with you? Could it be that you are not going well at work?"

Lu Wanchu cautiously probed, feeling that Fu Yixing was becoming more and more difficult to serve.

Fu Yixing lowered his head and looked at Lu Wanchu, without saying a word, he walked straight to the sofa and sat down quietly.

The tall Fu Yixing has a tall and straight posture, with a strong momentum, which cannot be ignored.

Lu Wanchu simply went to pour a glass of water for Fu Yixing, and then walked to his side, "Drink a glass of water to calm down, you see, my wound is really a small wound, and the blood is not bleeding anymore."

Fu Yixing raised his thin lips, "It would be great if you could make me feel at ease someday."