What to do? Crazy criticism of men chasing me for love!

"little Prince!"

Fu Wei's usually cold eyes became extremely hot at this moment, and he stared closely at Fang Nuo who was eating.

Such an unexpected sound frightened Fang Nuo, who was concentrating on eating.

"Cough! Cough! Cough!"

Fang Nuo's mouthful of rice spurted out before he could choke on it. He weakly covered his chest, and rapid coughs kept coming from his mouth.

Wen Qingyan, who had come looking for the sound, reacted first, squeezed in, and pushed Fu Wei, who was stunned at the door, away with unstoppable rudeness.

Feeling a big hand slowly patting his back, Fang Nuo felt that his anger was relieved a lot.

"Hoo~" finally came to life.

There was a crystal teardrop hanging on the young man's long eyelashes, trembling slightly like a butterfly about to flutter its wings in the next second. His face, which was originally pale and bloodless, also turned pink due to coughing.

Yanhong's mouth was pursed tightly, as if she was trying her best to endure the coughing sound.

Fang Nuo felt that he was unlucky this year, because all kinds of bad things happened to him.

Now even if you have a meal, you can be attacked by the outside world.

If it happened twice more, his already fragile little mind wouldn't be able to bear it at all.

"Little prince, I'm sorry!"

Seeing this, Fuwei now understood what stupid thing he had committed just now. His standing straight body bowed slightly, his face was full of apology, and his eyes were very hurt, as if he was the one who had been hurt just now.

The person in front of him admitted his mistake so sincerely, how could Fang Nuo bear to embarrass him.

He raised his eyes and looked at this strange, yet slightly familiar person.

I couldn't help but search around in my mind, "Fuwei?! Why are you here?"

When he met the face of a boy who seemed to be about the same age as himself, the other person's name and identity automatically popped up in Fang Nuo's mind.

Isn't this the shadow guard of the Franco Empire royal family?

Speaking of which, the Fuwei in front of him was still the person who grew up with the original owner when he was a child, because the original owner had no one to play with him since he was a child.

Therefore, the weight of this Fuwei in the heart of the original owner is still very extraordinary.

Seeing that the little prince whom he longed for still remembered him, Fuwei was happy. He usually didn't give a good look no matter how much others teased him, and always maintained a cold expression.

Now he is smiling like he is worthless.

But when faced with the little prince's problems, he couldn't just turn a blind eye.

"You're such a little prince, I came to China on the king's order to give some information to..."

Thinking of something, his eyes suddenly met a pair of phoenix eyes that were looking at him ruthlessly.

The corners of his mouth raised, and he said calmly, "Give it to Dr. Wen."

After hearing such a short sentence, the other party could still speak intermittently, Fang Nuo was really anxious for him, but the other party said such a result.

He was a little curious as to what information he needed to travel thousands of miles to have his old father send someone to deliver it in person.

He was really too curious, he thought, so he asked.

"What kind of information did you send? You have to deliver it yourself."

After all, Fuwei handles things behind closed doors, but actually rarely shows up.

Looking at the little prince who was tilting his head and looking at him cutely, Fuwei's heart couldn't help but soften.

"Little prince, Fuwei doesn't know much about it, but you can ask Dr. Wen personally to see if he is willing to tell you the truth."

With such an easy throw, the problem naturally fell on Wen Qingyan.

Seeing that 'Little Bamboo Horse' really didn't understand the situation, Fang Nuo had no choice but to turn his questioning eyes to the man who was virtuously clearing away the dishes for him.

Suddenly, Wen Qingyan's body stiffened slightly, and his lips moved a few times, but no sound came out.

It's rare to see a man look so embarrassed. Fang Nuo is not such a naive person. He pretends to be relaxed and says, "If you don't want to say it, you don't have to say it."

After all, everyone has their own little secret, and Fang Nuo doesn't seem to be forcing things on others, just like he himself also hides secrets that don't belong to this world.

Realizing that the young man had no intention of getting to the bottom of things, Wen Qingyan secretly breathed a sigh of relief for some reason, but then felt an inexplicable sense of loss.

His muscles moved slightly, "Nuo Nuo, it's not that I don't want to tell you."

"When the time comes, I'll explain everything to you, okay?"

It was obviously none of the boy's business, but the man still explained in a humble tone.

He didn't know when the opportunity was, but Fang Nuo didn't want to put his thoughts on such a thing and cause trouble to himself.

He responded nonchalantly, "Okay."

Fuwei always felt that this man had bad intentions. After all, he looked at his little prince with unusual eyes, as if... he wanted to engulf the young man.

But this thought quickly dissipated, thinking disdainfully that not everyone can mess with his little prince.

Perhaps there was a deep feeling of longing for him. Fu Wei was carefully observing the young man who was leaning on the bedside inch by inch.

The previously thin cheeks seemed to have gained a bit of flesh, and the dull eyes were now shining with unprecedented brightness.

Although the whole person still reveals an air of frailty, he still has a longing for life.

Looking at it, Fuwei nodded happily, his eyes full of tenderness. It seemed that his little prince came to China to be of some use.

He glanced to the side and thought, well, of course this doctor who spent a lot of money is of some use.

Thinking back to the time when he personally invited the other party and followed the prince to China, just to be able to understand the young man's physical condition clearly at any time, and to slowly cultivate the young man's body through the other party, the other party's expression was not happy.

Fowei said that he still remembers the man's face of rejection.

What he said was that I am not the nanny of your shabby prince, and I don’t want to be the doctor for such a delicate, sick and chirping person, so let the king find another skill.

If the king hadn't been willing to spend money and promised to handle something for him, the man would have really dismissed it.

But according to Fuwei's current view, the man was not only happy, but he could tell from his eyes that the other party was about to fall on his little prince's body.

All day long, he would either ask the boy if he wanted to eat or if he felt uncomfortable in any way.

This expression of concern almost surpasses that of a king.

But no, if the other party really occupies the position in the little prince's heart, what about him?

Fuwei had grown up with the little prince since he was a child, and knew almost everything about him.

Not to mention, the little prince has been very dependent on him since he was a child. Over the years, he has loved the little prince as his biological brother, just for fear that he will be bullied by others outside.

Thinking of that little figure when he was a child, when the son of a member of the empire bullied him, he would only squeeze his mouth and sob, and would not resist at all.

Therefore, Fuwei, who always cared about the big brother's heart, felt extremely distressed. He would secretly cover other people's sacks for the young man behind his back, just to avenge the little prince who would only come to him to cry when he was bullied.