Fu Yixing didn't have any emotion in his eyes, like a killing machine.

Mo Qing had been waiting outside, and just after smoking a cigarette, he heard Lu Wanchu's panicked voice, knowing that something was wrong, Mo Qing immediately pushed the door in, and saw Fu Yixing who was out of control at a glance, and his face changed greatly.

Fu Yixing became ill, how could he get sick at this time?

It stands to reason that he will have to wait for another two days, but he became ill today, which he did not expect, and Lu Wan did not expect at first.

"Catch him."

With Lu Wanchu's strength, he couldn't catch Fu Yixing, Fu Yixing had a lot of strength, and because he had practiced martial arts since he was a child, he had few opponents.

In the past, when Fu Yixing was ill, he would be guarded by many strong bodyguards, in order to catch him and let Lu Wanchu treat him.

Mo Qing immediately nodded and stepped forward to grab Fu Yixing.

Fu Yixing is so easy to catch, and there is no one else around them, so they can only give it a try.

Mo Qing covered his shoulders, his mouth was filled with the smell of rust, he gritted his teeth and stepped forward again.

Lu Wanchu knew that it was not a way to go on like this, and now it was too late to go back and get the silver needle, so he could only rely on himself.

The sound of a broken vase came from the living room, which was the sound of Fu Yixing breaking the vase after going berserk.

Seeing that Mo Qing had no choice with Fu Yixing, Lu Wanchu stepped forward, threw herself into Fu Yixing's arms, and hugged him.

"Fu Yixing, you wake me up, I don't allow you to do this, do you hear it?"

"Mr. Fu, don't hurt Miss Lu."

Mo Qing propped one hand on the wall and roared loudly in the direction of Fu Yixing.

Fu Yixing's eyes were scarlet, one hand clasped Lu Wanchu's neck, and the other hand was raised, as if he was going to do something.

Lu Wanchu closed his eyes, a tear slipped from the corner of his eye, and he breathed hard and said, "Fu Yixing, it's okay to wake up." ”

Fu Yixing was shocked, his body seemed to have something to explode, his eyes were scarlet, and gradually there was a familiar voice in his ears, she was calling him, trying to wake him up.

Late, his late, his late.

The scarlet slowly receded, Fu Yixing's narrow phoenix eyes fell on Lu Wanchu, and he found that he actually grabbed her neck, and he changed his distress to touch, and his hoarse voice sounded, "Wanwan?!" ”

Lu Wanchu opened her eyes and looked at Fu Yixing in surprise, "Fu Yixing, have you sobered up?" ”

She tried it a long time ago, and Fu Yixing, who was sick, didn't know anyone, but he knew her and was never willing to hurt her.

There is really no way today, she can only bet like this, if she wins, she wins, if she loses, she doesn't blame anyone, fortunately, she won the bet.

Fu Yixing reached out to hug Lu Wanchu, leaned his head on her shoulder, and self-blame flashed in his eyes, "Well, I'm awake." ”

Although he came to his senses, the violence in his body still existed, and he couldn't guarantee that he would not have a seizure in the next moment.

Mo Qing stood aside and breathed a sigh of relief, and couldn't help but raise the corners of his lips.

Half an hour later, in Fu Yixing's room, Lu Wanchu personally pricked Fu Yixing's needle, and Mo Qing was boiling medicine downstairs.

Although Fu Yixing is sober, it doesn't mean that he won't have another seizure tonight, Lu Wanchu must be by his side tonight, and first apply needles to suppress it before anything else.

Fu Yixing leaned weakly on the bed, every time he got sick, after he went crazy, the strength of his body seemed to be empty.

After the needle was applied, Lu Wanchu did not leave, and reached out to touch her sore neck, which was the pain left by Fu Yixing when she became ill just now.