At this moment, how can he have his usual calm and noble atmosphere, like a big child.

"Drink the decanting soup first."

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

Fu Yixing turned his head and said disgustedly, "If you don't drink it, it's hard to drink." ”

"Fu Yixing, you have to drink."

He lost his temper, and Lu Wanchu also lost his temper.

Fu Yixing looked at Lu Wanchu, as if he was wronged.

Lu Wanchu softened at heart, and while disgusted with his spineless softness, he softened his tone, "Drink, I also boiled millet porridge for you, and drank sobering soup to drink this after a while." ”

"I don't want to drink it."

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

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

Fu Yixing grabbed her hand, took the decanting soup in her hand and drank it all 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." ”

She really wanted to film this scene and let everyone know that Fu Yixing, who was famous and in charge of the Fu Group, would also have this side, like a scoundrel.

"You feed me."

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

Lu Wanchu was helpless, picked up the spoon in the bowl and fed Fu Yixing personally.

Fu Yixing's misty eyes flashed with tenderness, and he quickly regained his drunkenness.

Only in this way will she soften her heart towards him.

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

Lu Wanchu gritted her teeth, "Fu Yixing, don't you have to inch in." ”

She didn't care if he was really drunk or fake.

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

Lu Wanchu looked at his uncomfortable handsome face, took a deep breath, sat down and pressed his temples personally.

Fu Yixing's thin lips were slightly hooked, and he leaned quietly on Lu Wanchu's legs, letting her move gently pressing his temples for him.

Lu Wanchu originally looked at the crystal lamp in the living room, and she didn't know when her eyes fell on Fu Yixing.

At this time, he closed his eyes and leaned on her quietly, his eyebrows and eyes relaxed, no longer tight, no longer covered by gold-framed glasses, and his handsome silhouette was unobstructed, like the most perfect masterpiece of God.

He seems to be even better looking than he was a few years ago.

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

I haven't seen him for a few years, but he has grown into a real man, and she can no longer treat him like a child.

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

Even if she has some affection for him, she hides it well, and no one knows.

Later, his illness was almost better, and he had a good impression of her, and Old Man Fu found her and told her about the gap between them.

And then there were those five years, the five years we never met.

"Fu Yixing ......"

The murmur floated in the air, unnoticed.

I don't know how long it took, Lu Wanchu withdrew his hand and went straight into a daze.

Fu Yixing's calm breath leaning on her legs changed suddenly in an instant, fierce and intimidating, with a faint bloodthirstiness.

Fu Yixing clenched his fists, his phoenix eyes opened, and they were as red as blood.

Lu Wanchu sensed that something was wrong with Fu Yixing at the first moment, and her hand touched the place where the silver needle was usually placed, and the emptiness reminded her that she had put the silver needle bag at home because of rest.

"Fu Yixing, wake up."

Lu Wanchu grabbed Fu Yixing's hand, and looked at Fu Yixing's cold and angry eyes with a slightly panicked expression.