It's not too late to love: Young Master Fu spoils his wife with strength

Xiang Elegy is afraid of the cold, this is one of the few things he knows in his memory.

He couldn't figure it out, how could a person who was so afraid of the cold sit on the ground in such a cold weather?
After standing still for a long time, he walked over.

Sure enough, the woman sitting on the ground, huddled into a ball, fell asleep, but even in sleep, her small face was still wrinkled into a ball.

The red lips opened and closed as if they were muttering something. Fu Chengxun moved closer, but before he could hear anything, the woman who had her eyes closed suddenly opened them.

When he saw the familiar face in front of him, Xiang Elegy was in a daze.

But it was only for a moment, she hugged her body tightly, shrank back, and opened the distance from Fu Chengxun.

Just now, she had a dream. In the dream, she went back to the time when she first met Fu Chengxun many years ago.

At that time, she was a famous figure in the school, not only because she was the eldest lady of the Xiang family, but also the youngest and most talented student in the medical school.

The first time I met Fu Chengxun, he was giving a speech on the stage, and she was in the audience.

Sometimes, the time is right, the person is right, some things, just a glance is enough.

She fell in love with Fu Chengxun. In the corridor of the school, she boldly walked up to Fu Chengxun and said this sentence: "My name is Xiang Elegy, I like you, I will work hard, let us have a story."

Thinking back now, Xiang Elegy only felt a dull pain in her heart, like a knife, biting at her heart bit by bit. It wasn't fatal, but it made her feel like she couldn't live without it.

"How did you fall asleep?"

A familiar male voice came, with the usual coldness.

Xiang Elegy pulled the corner of his lips lightly, did not answer Fu Chengxun's question, and his voice was a little erratic: "Why is Mr. Fu here?"

"Aunt Wen called me and said that you stayed in the cemetery for several hours and didn't go out."

The man's eyes were deep and bottomless, and he looked at the elegy for a while, then looked away with a smile: "Mr. Fu's words are really misleading."

"What misunderstanding?"

She raised her eyes and looked at him again, with a hint of indifference in her tone: "The Fu Group came here, a long distance away, but a phone call from Aunt Wen made Mr. Fu put down what he was doing and come here. This behavior is really easy Let Elegy misunderstand, is Mr. Fu worried about Elegy?"

Fu Chengxun looked at her condescendingly, his eyes were dim, and before he could speak, Xiang Elegy spoke again: "But, why is Mr. Fu worried about me? Mr. Fu hates me to the bone. The reason why he came here so nervously should be Are you afraid that if I die in this cemetery, I will not be able to continue to avenge Mr. Fu's sweetheart?"

Fu Chengxun stared at her expression, and after a while, he said in a cold voice: "Yes, I'm just afraid that you will die in this cemetery, I can't continue to torture you, are you satisfied?"

Xiang Elegy smiled lowly, the desolate laughter fell on Fu Chengxun's heart.

Smiling and laughing, Xiang Elegy suddenly took out a fruit knife from behind.

Fu Chengxun's eyes shrank, and he looked at Xiang Elegy coolly, with a trace of panic in his voice that he didn't notice: "Xiang Elegy, what are you doing?"

Xiang Elegy's charming eyes fell on the fruit knife in his hand, and his tone was slow: "What are you doing? I don't know what I'm doing either."

Fu Chengxun stood where he was, staring at Xiang Elegy who couldn't guess his emotions.