Mr. Fu Chased His Wife and Overturned Again

   Chapter 474 Fu Yixing, you wake up

  At this moment, he doesn't have the usual calm and extravagance, like a big child.

  "Drink the hangover soup first."

  Lu Wanchu picked up the hangover soup in the tray and handed it to Fu Yixing.

  Fu Yixing began to write aside, and said disgustedly, "Don’t drink, it’s awful."

   "Fu Yixing, you must drink it."

  He has a temper, and Lu Wanchu also has a temper.

  Fu Yixing looked at Lu Xiaochu early, and seemed to be aggrieved by three points.

  Lu Wanchu's heart softened, and while abandoning his spineless heart, he softened his tone, "Drink, I also made millet porridge for you, and drank this sober soup for a while."

   "I don't want to drink."

   "If you don't drink, I will leave."

  Lu Wanchu prepared to put down the hangover soup in his hand, turned around and was about to leave.

  Fu Yixing grabbed her hand, took the hangover soup in her hand and drank it in one gulp, frowning in disgust.

   "Millet porridge."

  Lu Wanchu took a deep breath, turned around and took the millet porridge on the tray, "Drink it."

  She really wanted to take this scene to let everyone know that the famous Fu Yixing who is in charge of the Fu Group would also have this side, like a rascal.

   "You feed me."

  Fu Yixing's thin lips opened slightly, and his figure leaned forward.

  Lu Wanchu helplessly, he picked up the spoon in the bowl and fed Fu Yixing himself.

   Fu Yixing's blurred eyes flashed tenderly, and soon he recovered his drunkenness.

  Only in this way, she will soften her heart to him.

  After finally feeding a bowl of rice porridge, Lu Wanchu thought he was relieved, but someone started to say that he had a headache again.

  Lu Wanchu gritted his teeth, "Fu Yixing, don't get into it."

  She didn't want to care whether he was really drunk or fake.

  Fu Yixing grabbed Lu Wanchu's hands and placed them on his temples.

  Looking at his uncomfortable and handsome face, Lu Wanchu took a deep breath and sat down and pressed his temple himself.

   Fu Yixing's thin lips slightly hooked, quietly leaning against Lu Wanchu's legs, letting her move gently to press his temples.

  Lu Wanchu originally looked at the crystal lamp in the living room, not knowing when her eyes fell on Fu Yixing.

  At this time, he closed his eyes and leaned against her quietly, his eyebrows relaxed, there was no longer the tension he had just now, no gold-framed glasses covered, his handsome outline was in full view, just like God's most perfect masterpiece.

  He seems to look better than a few years ago.

  When she met him, he was still a boy, even if his personality was mature, his face was still immature.

  Have not seen him for several years, he has grown into a real man, and she can no longer treat him as a child.

  She is three or four years older than him. In the eyes of others, perhaps three or four years old is not so good, but in her eyes, three or four years old is already a gap.

  Even if she had some enthusiasm for him, she would cover it up very well, no one knew.

  Later, his illness was almost healed, he had a good impression of her, and Mr. Fu approached her and told her that there was a gap between them.

   Then there are those five years, the five years that have never met.

  "Fu Yixing..."

   whispered floating in the air, never known.

  Don’t know how long it took, Lu Wanchu withdrew his hand and went straight into a daze.

  The calm breath of Fu Yixing who was leaning on her legs suddenly changed in an instant, fierce and terrifying, and with a touch of bloodthirsty.

  Fu Yixing clenched his fists, his phoenix eyes opened, scarlet as blood.

  Lu Wanchu was aware of Fu Yixing's fault at the first moment, and touched her hand towards the place where the silver needles were usually placed. The emptyness reminded her that she had put the silver needle bag at home because of rest.

   "Fu Yixing, you wake up."

  Lu Wanchu grasped Fu Yixing's hand, and looked at Fu Yixing's cold, hostile eyes with a slightly flustered expression.

  (End of this chapter)