When the magic stick has a big star boyfriend

Under the watchful eyes of everyone, the woman strangled her neck after screaming, unable to yell out any more.

In the eyes of others, she was either scratching her hair or shaking her head with her eyes closed, in a state of being insane and insane.

If you are close, take a few steps back and get away from her.

Those reporters who had been taking pictures all the time couldn't help but look at each other at this moment, not sure if this woman was real or a fake.

Especially associating what Fu Yu said just now with her performance, some people couldn't control their goosebumps.

In front of outsiders, this woman was acting crazy on her own, but in her eyes, the mourning venue in front of her was very gloomy.

On the opposite side, Bai Lu stood there glaring at him, and there were two pairs of invisible hands, one was picking at her eyeballs, the other was pulling at her hair.

She had never seen such a scene before, and she was frightened instantly, regretting her decision to come here to make a scene.

Fu Yu looked at her coldly, seeing her pulling her hair down strand by strand, until her scalp was bleeding before she winked at Xiaobao.

Unwilling, Xiao Bao opened his mouth to take back the yin energy that enveloped the woman, but with a wicked eye, he manipulated a wisp of yin energy into her mouth.

He thought Fu Yu didn't see it, but Fu Yu really didn't say much.

When the woman woke up, the panic in her heart was still there, her eyes circled around the mourning hall, meeting Fu Yu's cold eyes, she screamed again when she remembered what he said just now.

Throwing away the hair he was holding in his hand, he pushed away the crowd and stumbled out.

While running, he still yelled something like "Ghost, ghost" indistinctly, without turning his head.

Staring at the back of her leaving, Fu Yu suddenly smiled: "It seems that I really lost my mind and suffered retribution. I don't think the guests present will take this farce seriously."

His eyes slowly swept across the crowd, especially those reporters who stayed for a few seconds.

The clever one had already laughed out loud, and deleted the thing he just shot in front of everyone.

"Indeed, indeed, no one would believe such a crazy woman's words."

"Of course, the dead are the greatest, and the dead are the greatest."

There are also some people who are not clear about their brains and don't take it seriously. Why don't you dare to do their business?

Not to mention that it is only in the videos shot in public places, some of them are even more unprofessional than them, and they even hacked windows and doors to film materials.

Don't even give a hair, if you just give up the explosive news that was filmed because of this simple sentence or two, wouldn't you be a fool?

He doesn't look at how many reporters who are more famous than him have been deleted, he always thinks that he is the smart one.

People say that the King of Hades is easy to see, and the kid is hard to deal with. Stars never offend these reporters harshly, but they are used to praising them all the year round.

But Fu Yu didn't have any scruples about not being in this circle.

Seeing that some people were obsequious, staring at those people and saying ugly things, he didn't bother to say anything superfluous, but Xiao Bao understood what he meant, and seeing those people still did not delete them, they left a cloud of yin on each of them, it all depends on how they choose in the end .

Except for this farce, everything went smoothly afterwards.

By the time we got down from the mountain, it was already late.

Halfway through the car, Fu Yu suddenly said, "Let's go to Bailu."

Two days ago, a lawyer came to the door, saying that Bai Lu bequeathed his inheritance to Fu Yu, and the house he lived in was one of them.

Fu Yu didn't keep the money, all of it was donated in the name of Bailu, and only the house remained in the end.

Pushing open the door, after these few days, the bloody smell in the house has completely dissipated.

Ji Chen had someone clean it before, the bathroom was cleaned, and the blood-stained sofa cover on the sofa was replaced.

Fu Yu didn't want to live here, but he went back and forth a few times to clean up the rotten and smelly things in the kitchen.

There are several musical instruments in the study, which is where Bai Lu works at home.

When I came to the bedroom, it was clean and tidy. The quilt and sheets were all light-colored, in line with Bailu's aesthetics.

His eyes swept to the pot of hydrangeas with some yellow leaves on the window sill of the bedroom.

Fu Yu picked up the dry and limp flower clusters on the top with his hands, touched the leaves, and bent down to pick up the things.

He basically didn't move anything else, he just carried a pot of flowers when he left.

I don't know if it's because of the lack of nutrition or because of the out-of-season blooming, but the pot of hydrangea was half dead after being brought home by Fu Yu, and the leaves were so yellow that they would not fall.

Ji Chen asked a lot of people for him but they still couldn't solve it. Not only did he not solve it, but it wasn't just this pot of hydrangea that was wrong.

Before Fu Yu was depressed and Ji Shen was attributed to Bai Lu's death, but it has been more than a month, and Fu Yu is still the same.

Not only does he spend time in the study every day, but he doesn't like to talk or laugh anymore, and he doesn't even like to join in the fun like before. When Ji Chen goes out to work, he doesn't feel bored if he stays at home alone for a day.

This is not like Fu Yu, Ji Chen thought, Fu Yu is not a person who will be immersed in emotions, Fu Yu's master's death did not change his temper back then, it is impossible to change suddenly this time.

Ji Chen rang the alarm bell in his heart.

With Bai Lu's example first, Ji Chensheng was afraid that he had a psychological problem, so he coaxed and tricked him to a private psychological counseling room this day.

Standing at the door, Fu Yu looked at the bright big characters on the signboard, and turned to look at Ji Chen.

His eyes were calm, "Are you sick?"

Ji Chen looked at him, not daring to say that he suspected that he was ill.

But Fu Yu couldn't quite understand his thoughts, so he said seriously, "I'm not sick."

Ji Chen: "All the money has been paid."

Fu Yu was silent for a few seconds: "Then let's go."

Even if you are not sick, you can still have a check-up, but you have to waste that person's time no matter what the money is paid.

Fu Yu took over the questions prepared by the doctor, and looked at each question very seriously. If you should choose a, choose a, and if you should choose b, choose b.

He was so calm, the doctor next to him was not so calm.

Ji Chen's gaze was too hot, he swept him up and down twice since he came in, and he still stares at him now.

It made him feel a little stressed.

"Sir, if the family members want to go out and wait."

"It's okay, I won't make a sound."

The doctor rolled his eyes in his heart, he didn't make a sound, but those eyes would eat him up.

The questions on the test paper don’t require much thought, just choose according to your own situation, and it took about 10 minutes to finish it.

Seeing Ji Chen's serious appearance, the doctor thought that this patient would be difficult to deal with.

After reading the results, he pushed his glasses, "I don't think this gentleman has any problems." He was even healthier than most people.