"Third Young Master......"

Outside the door, the old butler who had come from London to take care of his household affairs stood at the door with a look of embarrassment.

"What's the matter?"

Fu Tingyuan's gaze shifted from the small stones on the ground to the old butler's face.

"Miss Luo is ...... downstairs," the old butler said to Fu Tingyuan, "I've been waiting for you for a long time." It's a little windy today, do you want to open the door and invite her in? ”

The handsome man sat on a black solid wood sofa, his facial contours shrouded in a faint shadow, and he could not distinguish between joy and anger.

The old housekeeper listened to Luo Nanchu's voice downstairs, coughed lightly, and had to continue: "Little Miss was just coaxed to sleep by you, Miss Luo may wake her up." I don't think that's good. ”

Fu Tingyuan let out a soft cold snort.

A drop of cold sweat dripped from the poor old housekeeper's forehead, and seeing Fu Tingyuan's unhappy face, he hurriedly retired: "I'll go and see how the little lady is......"

Downstairs, Luo Nanchu seemed to be tired of shouting, and quieted down, Fu Tingyuan picked up the newspaper again, he lowered his eyes and looked at it for a while, then frowned slightly, got up from the sofa, walked to the window and looked down.

Outside the gate, Luo Nanchu sat on the suitcase, holding his cheeks, in a daze.

She wore a white lace long-haired, the skirt was not long, the exquisite lace pattern was just an inch to the knee, and a pair of long legs were exposed to the sun, which looked tender and slender, and the lines were perfect.

Although she has given birth, she doesn't seem to have any out-of-shape troubles at all, and after a few months of recuperation, she has returned to her peak state before she was pregnant.

Should it be said that the two nannies he hired took good care of her?

Or is she a little too heartless?

When Fu Tingyuan thought of this, a layer of depression entrenched in his heart.

For her, he was really depressed.

In the past, he thought that Luo Nanchu had no heart and lungs was very likable, but after the October pregnancy, he really hated her.

He couldn't accept that Luo Nanchu still made that choice when his life was in danger, for him, this was not a motherly selflessness, this was complete selfishness.

Luo Nanchu sat on the suitcase, felt a layer of vague sight enveloping her, she looked up, and saw a long black shadow standing there on the windowsill of the study on the second floor.

It's Fu Tingyuan.

He looked at her, his gaze was as deep as a depth, and there were faint shadows entwined, making his handsome and uncast face look extremely gloomy.

Looking at his face, Luo Nanchu's resentment dissipated, and he looked ...... It seems to be a little thinner than before...... She thought a little sullenly, is he not doing well alone?

After staring at each other for a moment, the man turned and left.

Luo Nanchu slowly withdrew his eyes, hugged his head and sighed.

She might have really offended him.

The wind blew her a little cold, Luo Nan Chuse shrank back, wondering where she would go to stay overnight if Fu Tingyuan didn't open the door today.

Just as she was thinking about whether to stay in a hotel or go home, the door suddenly opened from the inside.

The old butler came out of the door, followed by a servant, who came up to her with a bag.

"Miss Luo." The old butler smiled kindly, "It's been a long time." ”

Luo Nanchu smiled and nodded, handed the suitcase to the servant, and followed the butler inside.