After rebirth, Master Fu’s little ancestor went wild

Lu Wansu sat on the bed and held her chest. Her face was pale and without a trace of blood. Cold sweat dripped down her forehead and into the side of her neck. She felt that her heart was beating abnormally and her uneasiness was gradually spreading.

She missed Fu Hanzhou very much at this moment.

Want to see him, want to hear his voice.

She couldn't wait to grab her phone and dialed Fu Hanzhou's number with trembling hands. Every second she waited for the call to be connected was particularly painful for her.

But the phone rang for nearly a minute and hung up automatically. The man on the other end of the phone didn't give her any response.

Lu Wansu's heart suddenly hit the bottom and became cold.

She knew Fu Hanzhou's habit of not setting his cell phone to silent even when he was asleep. Plus, he was alert while sleeping, so it was impossible for him not to hear the cell phone as long as it was next to him.

The only reasonable explanation is that he heard her, but he didn't want to answer her call.

The tip of Lu Wansu's nose felt sour, and her eyes instantly turned red. Reluctantly, as if she was deceiving herself, she dialed this familiar number again.

A female voice familiar with machinery rang again: "Sorry, the number you dialed was not answered, please call again later..."

Hot tears fell on the back of his hands. Lu Wansu slowly curled up his body, as if this could give him a sense of security...

The lights were not turned on in the room. Fu Hanzhou sat on the sofa with a cigarette in his hand, staring coldly at the ringing cell phone on the table without moving.

Cigarette butts were scattered around his feet, and smoke drifted throughout the living room.

It wasn't until the phone stopped ringing that he threw away the burned cigarette, poured a glass of wine, and drank it in one gulp.

In the early morning, as soon as Song Nian opened the door, he smelled a strong smell of tobacco.

He suddenly choked and coughed, and when he walked out, he found Fu Hanzhou sitting on the sofa absentmindedly, not knowing what he was thinking.

Everywhere you look, there are extinguished cigarette butts and scattered wine bottles.

Song Nian was stunned on the spot. He had never seen Mr. Fu lose control like this before... Was it because of his wife?

He walked over and quickly opened the window for ventilation.

The sound alarmed Fu Hanzhou. He glanced at Song Nian, stood up from the sofa without saying a word, turned around and entered the room.

Song Nian glanced at the closed door worriedly, and quickly went to clean up the mess on the table and floor. After finishing it, I quickly went to the study room to sort out the work I didn't finish last night.

But as soon as he entered, he found that the broken notebook was still lying on the ground.

Song Nian hurriedly walked over and bent down to pick it up when he found the photo frame in the trash can.

He was stunned for a moment, and his expression changed slightly... He remembered that this was Madam's photo, right?

Song Nian reached out and picked up the photo, and as expected, he saw a familiar face. Because it was thrown into the trash can, it had some cigarette ashes on it.

He quickly took out a tissue, wiped the photo frame clean, and put it back to its original position.

As soon as he finished doing this, he heard the door open and Fu Hanzhou walked in.

He had just taken a shower. He still had the refreshing scent of shower gel, his hair was wet, and he had changed into a clean and crisp expensive suit. He didn't look decadent and gloomy at all. He was as cold and dignified as before.

If it weren't for Fu Hanzhou's slightly dark eyes, Song Nian would have thought that what he just saw in the living room was all a dream.

"Boss Fu..."

Song Nian just spoke, but before he finished speaking, Fu Hanzhou's eyes suddenly locked on the photo frame on the table, and his eyes suddenly turned cold.

"Who asked you to pick it up?" Fu Hanzhou's voice was bone-chilling, and his eyes were beating with anger.

"Mr. Fu, you always cherish Madam's things. I think you will regret it after you calm down..."

"You make your own decision." Fu Hanzhou interrupted him coldly, his eyes full of displeasure: "Get out."

Song Nian immediately said nothing, picked up the broken notebook on the ground, turned and left the study.

Fu Hanzhou sat down behind the desk, picked up the photo frame on the desk and wanted to throw it into the trash can again, but hesitated when he let go. In the end, I didn't throw it away. I opened the bottom drawer and threw it in. Out of sight, out of mind.

After Lu Wansu woke up last night, he never fell back to sleep. As a result, he was in poor condition during filming today and was constantly NGing. But considering that the handling of Zhao Sitian's matter was unfair, the director could only suppress his anger.

It was Ji Yunxiao who noticed that Lu Wansu was not feeling well, and took advantage of the break to talk to the director in private, so the director asked Lu Wansu to go back and rest first.

Lu Wansu didn't sleep well last night. He might have caught a cold and his head was a little groggy. She originally wanted to go back to the hotel directly, but she couldn't hold it any longer, so she planned to rest on the sofa in the dressing room for a while.

She closed the door, took a blanket, lay down on the sofa, covered her body, and fell asleep after a while.

Maybe the sofa was a little hard and she didn't sleep well. So when that hand touched her face, she opened her eyes instantly.

A man's face came into view.

She suddenly became alert, frowned and looked at He Xiangming warily: "Mr. He, what do you want to do?"

Hearing Lu Wansu's questioning tone, He Xiangming had a trace of embarrassment and pity on his face.

I originally thought it was a good opportunity, but I didn't expect Lu Wan to wake up so quickly.

He Xiangming took back his hand, coughed slightly and explained, "I just heard from the director that you are not feeling well. Come and take a look."

Lu Wansu lifted up the blanket and sat up. His clear eyes seemed to be able to penetrate people's hearts: "So, Mr. He, what were you doing with your hands just now?"

That was not an illusion. He Xiangming must have touched her, otherwise she would not have woken up.

Although he was caught in the act, He Xiangming had already thought of his words when he came and explained calmly: "I saw you talking, so I didn't wake you up. I just wanted to see if you had a fever. You Don’t get me wrong.”

Of course Lu Wansu would not wake up to these nonsense.

She knew very well what He Xiangming was thinking about her, and he had been hanging around her a lot these days. It was just because of his pride that he wanted to wait for her to take the bait, so he didn't take action. She didn't expect that he actually wanted to take advantage of her...

"It's best like this." Lu Wansu snorted coldly, staring at He Xiangming with half-smiling eyes: "Mr. He is a sensible person, but don't do stupid things. It will not end well for everyone."

Even if she knew He Xiangming's thoughts, without evidence, she could only give He Xiangming a few warnings.

He Xiangming didn't take these words to heart at all. He was just a young artist at the [-]th level. It was her blessing that he could see Lu Wansu. How many people wanted to have such a relationship with him but couldn't.

Besides, it's not like he's never seen a tough-talking woman before, and in the end, she didn't take the initiative to beg him just to climb up the ladder.

He Xiangming didn't think Lu Wansu would be the accident.

"I don't understand what Miss Lu is talking about." He Xiangming smiled casually and said, "I just care about Miss Lu. Please don't misunderstand anything, Miss Lu."

Seeing He Xiangming pretending to be confused, Lu Wansu's eyes turned cold for a moment.