Mr. Fu Chased His Wife and Overturned Again

This woman, this woman named Lu Wanchu, is not as simple as he looks on the surface.

Fu Yixing stood beside Lu Wanchu and grabbed her wrist.

Lu Wanchu looked at Fu Yixing indifferently, "You want to help him?"

"No, I'll help you."

Fu Yixing said in a low voice, the eyes behind the gold-rimmed glasses kept falling on Lu Wanchu.

Jiang Yucheng glanced at Fu Yixing, if he didn't know what Fu Yixing's attitude towards this woman was, now it is clear.

Fu Yixing's words made Lu Wanchu not so angry at last, let go of Jiang Yucheng, bent down and picked up the portrait on the ground with Sylvia Lin.

Sylvia Lin smiled at Lu Wanchu with red eyes, and Lu Wanchu smiled softly, "Let's go."

"Um."

Sylvia Lin held the shredded portrait in his hand, and without looking at Jiang Yucheng, crossed the two and left Lu Wanchu.

After Sylvia Lin left in the early evening, Fu Yixing and Jiang Yucheng were left alone, standing there, a gust of wind blew, Jiang Yucheng's handsome face was terrifyingly cold.

He didn't like her alienation, and wished he could go up and grab her and let her look at him.

"If you like her, treat her well, or I'm afraid you will regret it one day."

Fu Yixing put his hands in his trouser pockets, his phoenix eyes fell on Jiang Yucheng, and the slender figure turned and left.

Jiang Yucheng's eyes fell on Fu Yixing, he didn't know what liking was, he only knew that he didn't like Sylvia Lin looking at other men, and once she looked at other men, he was furious with hatred.

Is this like? No, how could he like Sylvia Lin, absolutely impossible!

In the resort accommodation room, Sylvia Lin sat on the bed with a pile of broken portraits in front of him. Lu Wanchu lowered his head and joined her to spell the portraits that had been torn apart by Jiang Yucheng.

Reluctantly spelled out a portrait, but unfortunately because it was too torn, it was impossible to spell it completely.

"Late night, thank you."

Sylvia Lin's eyes fell on Lu Wanchu's drooping eyes, no matter what happened, Lu Wanchu always accompanied her without asking why, how lucky she was to meet Lu Wanchu, how lucky she was to be the best with her friend.

Lu Wanchu's eyes fell on the portrait, the corners of his lips were gentle, "I don't need to say thank you to you."

"I know, I'm too complacent today, I'm not like myself at all."

Sylvia also knows that today's self is really not like the usual self, she should be the Sylvia Lin who is everywhere and doesn't care about anything, not the Sylvia Lin who shows her true emotions.

"Okay, just know it later, Jiang Yucheng is not worth your anger, we just ignore him in the future."

"Yes, that stinky man is not worth my anger at all."

Sylvia nodded firmly, vowing that the next time she meets Jiang Yucheng, she will never let him lead her by the nose again, she must lead everything, and this is her Sylvia.

"Well, you can understand."

Lu Wanchu smiled softly, but felt uneasy in his heart, always feeling that Jiang Yucheng and Sylvia Lin would not end so easily.

"It's a pity that such a good painting is the first time someone has given me a gift in good faith."

Sylvia sadly touched the scattered portraits on the bed.

It's not that she has never received a gift, but it is the first time she has received such a sincere and different gift. Those who see her beauty want to give either a car or money. Although the portrait is worthless, it is the thing she admires most. , is now torn apart by Jiang Yucheng.

Thank you for the reward dear, I love you!