Fu Sicheng's movements slammed, the spoon touched the porcelain bowl and made a crisp sound, and then his dark eyes stared at him deeply, resolutely and surely: "You won't die, I won't let you have anything." ”

Chi Ran smiled palely, his thin cheeks were not fleshy, "Really?" ”

Fu Sicheng held the bowl, his fingers clenching the spoon tightly, "Drink the soup." ”

After Fu Sicheng fed Chi Ran and drank the soup, the bodyguard also bought the ingredients back, he put the bowl aside, got up and went to make her sour soup rice noodles.

Fu Sicheng looked at the rice noodles churning in the pot, and remembered what Chi Ran said just now.

[Am I dying?] 】

[Am I dying?] 】

[Am I dying?] 】

With a click, Fu Sicheng turned off the fire.

She's not going to die, he's not going to let her have anything to do!

Fu Sicheng took out the rice noodles, he took them out and put them on the table on the bed, there was a sour, spicy and sour taste floating in the air, there was more sour, Chi Ran smelled the fragrance, aroused the taste buds, she picked up the chopsticks and ate it with her mouth.

"Is it delicious?" Fu Sicheng sat aside and asked her.

Chi Ran lowered her head and ate rice noodles, without saying anything to him, Fu Sicheng looked at Chi Ran, and suddenly reached out and hooked her falling hair behind her ears.

Chi Ran paused slightly, lowered his head and ate the powder as if nothing had happened.

Fu Sicheng waited until Chi Ran fell asleep before leaving, Su Yuan waited at the door of the ward, Fu Sicheng walked out of the hospital and sat in Bentley, and the car drove away.

Su Yuan parked the car in a villa, Fu Sicheng raised his eyes and glanced at the villa, the expression in his eyes was indistinguishable, he pushed the car door and got out of the car.

Fu Zheng sat at the bar, he raised his hand to look at the time on his watch, and estimated whether Fu Sicheng would not come to him tonight......

As soon as he thought this, he saw the door of the villa being pushed open, and a long figure walked in.

Fu Zheng poured the wine into the glass and hooked his lips.

He raised his glass and watched Fu Sicheng walk towards him, a wicked smile on his handsome face, he leaned back in his chair, and drank unhurriedly.

Fu Sicheng bypassed the bar and lifted him down, Fu Zheng put the wine glass on the bar, staggered, and Fu Zheng stood lazily.

"Why are you moving?!" Fu Sicheng's voice had no temperature.

"Are you distressed?" Fu Zheng smiled evilly, "How distressed is it?" More angry than Song Qingman at the beginning? ”

Fu Sicheng glanced at him coldly, and Fu Zheng said, "But you are obviously not angry enough, so the person you care about most in your heart is not Song Qingman, not Lu Yunxin, that is...... Pool dye? ”

With a bang, Fu Zheng was punched, and he lay on the bar, half of his face numb.

Heh, I was poked in the sore spot.

It seems that Lu Yunxin and Song Qingman are not as important as a pool dye.

Fu Zheng straightened up, he wiped the corners of his mouth with his hand, his fingertips were stained with blood, and the corners of his mouth were blue.

"Did you punch for Lu Yunxin, or for Chi Ran?"

Fu Zheng plays with taste.

Fu Sicheng coldly warned him: "If you dare to touch the pond dye, I promise to let you die without a corpse!" ”

"Tsk, let me die without a body?" Fu Zheng curled the corners of his mouth mockingly, "If you let me die without a corpse, Dad will definitely not let you go, and maybe he will directly kick you out of the Fu family." ”

Fu Zheng picked up the wine glass on the bar again and drank the spirits, he turned his head and glanced at Fu Sicheng, "I didn't expect Lu Yunxin to be a place, and it tastes good." ”

Fu Sicheng raised his foot and kicked it over, Fu Zheng's leg was in sharp pain, and his legs bent and knelt down.