Mr. Fu Chased His Wife and Overturned Again

An unfamiliar text message came in, a familiar number, even if she didn't save it, she knew who it was.

It was a message from Fu Yixing, two simple words: Good night!

Lu Wanchu subconsciously wanted to reply the word "good night", and when she came back to her senses, she deleted the two words that had already been typed, threw the phone aside, covered the quilt and fell asleep.

Lu Wanchu had a dream, in which she seemed to go back to a few years ago.

It was a bright afternoon, she walked into the old house of Fu's family with a medicine box in hand, and walked towards the back garden familiarly.

At the same position, a slender figure was sitting on a chair in front of the lake, holding a book in a foreign language and reading it quietly, with a slightly immature side face, white and delicate, narrow and long phoenix eyes falling on the book, thin lips Slightly sip.

Lu Wanchu stepped lightly, stood behind the man, leaned forward to take a look, "What are you looking at?"

Nineteen-year-old Fu Yixing closed the book, looked back at Lu Wanchu, met her bright smile, and couldn't help but raise the corners of his lips slightly, "Why did you come here?"

"Some things were delayed, so it was late."

Lu Wanchu put down the medicine box in her hand and sat beside Fu Yixing, asking him to reach out his hand to feel his pulse.

Fu Yixing stretched out his hand obediently and put it in front of Lu Wanchu. Lu Wanchu put his finger on Fu Yixing's wrist, and closed his eyes to feel his pulse.

Fu Yixing's eyes fell on her cheeks. Under the faint sunlight, the thin fluff on her fair and flawless cheeks could be seen clearly.

Lu Wanchu didn't notice his scrutiny, and was about to withdraw her hand and open her eyes, when Fu Yixing's clear voice sounded beside her ear, "Don't move, don't open your eyes."

"What's wrong?"

Lu Wanchu asked suspiciously without opening her eyes.

Fu Yixing leaned forward, his face was close to Lu Wanchu's, their breaths were close, his eyes fell on her closed eyes, he reached out his hand under her cheek, and took the eyelash that fell from the corner of her eye stand up.

"One eyelash fell out."

Fu Yixing, who took off his eyelashes, did not back away immediately, but just looked at her quietly like this. This was the first time he was so close to her, so close that he was only a few feet away.

The scent that belonged to her entered the tip of his nose, and he couldn't help but take a deep breath, his mind was full of her.

"Have you taken it off?"

Lu Wanchu didn't open her eyes, so she didn't see Fu Yixing looking at her all the time.

"All right."

No matter how reluctant he was, Fu Yixing's figure would also retreat. In order to conceal his impulsiveness just now, Fu Yixing picked up the foreign language books on the side and pretended to read them.

When Lu Wanchu opened her eyes, she saw Fu Yixing holding a book, and couldn't help reaching out to touch her cheek. His hand just now fell on the corner of her eyes, which was cold and hot at the same time.

"Cough, I don't know when it fell, thank you."

Lu Wanchu lowered her hands uncomfortably and smiled awkwardly.

"Um!"

Fu Yixing hummed softly and did not speak again.

Lu Wanchu had already gotten used to Fu Yixing who spoke little, so she didn't notice his uncomfortable expression.

"Oh, by the way, you've been much better recently, and I may be here in a while."

Almost forgot something important, Lu Wanchu said hastily.

Fu Yixing's eyes tightened, and he raised his head to look at Lu Wanchu, "What are you going to do?"

"The Lu family is very busy recently, and I can't leave."

Lu Wanchu's eyes dimmed. Grandpa recently assigned a lot of the burden of the Lu family to her. She was so busy that she couldn't leave her body. She wished that one day could be used as two days.

Fu Yixing nodded, closed the book, stood up and walked in front of Lu Wanchu, reached out and touched Lu Wanchu's head, "Then come back early, I'll wait for you."