Mr. Fu Chased His Wife and Overturned Again

Lu Wanchu nodded and comforted Sylvia Lin, "Don't think so much, I will always be here, have you forgotten?"

"But I'm afraid, I'm afraid you disappeared like more than half a year ago."

Sylvia Lin hugged Lu Wanchu, thinking that the time when Lu Wanchu died was also her darkest time.

Lu Wanchu was taken aback, "No, I won't disappear!"

She will never disappear, absolutely not.

Sylvia Lin hugged Lu Wanchu with one hand, and murmured in an uncomfortable whisper, "Don't go, don't go."

Lu Wanchu lowered his head, put the thin blanket on the side of Sylvia Lin, and sighed silently.

In fact, even she herself didn't know whether she would disappear, and she couldn't know if there would be any other changes.

Lu Wanchu stayed with Sylvia Lin for a long time, watching her fall asleep.

When Lu Wanchu left, it was already late at night.

Sylvia was helped by Lu Wanchu into the room and fell asleep on the bed. I don't know how long it took before Sylvia was woken up by the doorbell.

She sat up uncomfortably, a face as ugly as it was ugly.

Sylvia Lin had the urge to get up, although it was not too serious, it was not too light.

She hates people waking her up when she's sleeping, especially when she's in a bad mood.

My head hurts a little, and I'm still drunk.

Sylvia Lin lifted the thin quilt angrily and walked downstairs with a very ugly face.

"Who is it? Are you sick? Don't others sleep in the middle of the night?"

Sylvia Lin opened the door drunkenly, without looking at who the people outside, roared uncomfortably.

The breath of familiarity came, and before Sylvia could see who the person was, he was pulled into the living room, and the door was closed.

Sylvia Lin rubbed his head and looked up, "Jiang Yucheng, are you ill, how many hours are you knocking on the door?"

Jiang Yucheng Junyi's face was cold, and his eyes fell on Sylvia Lin, "Sylvia Lin, you are not allowed to wear this way to open the door in the future."

Sylvia Lin lowered his head and looked, there was nothing wrong with the red nightdress, "There's something wrong, what am I wearing to get in your way?"

Jiang Yucheng's face darkened, "Can't you talk to me properly?"

"Talk to you well, if you don't wake me up, I can still talk to you well."

Sylvia Lin was like eating dynamite, and didn't give Jiang Yucheng a good face at all. Who let him wake her up to sleep, and her head hurts now.

"you've been drinking?"

Jiang Yucheng took a step closer, Sylvia Lin rubbed his head and nodded irritably, "What's wrong with drinking?"

Jiang Yucheng had a sullen face and wanted to be angry, thinking that Sylvia Lin hated him being angry, he forced his face to look better, and stretched out his hand to grab Sylvia Lin's hand.

Sylvia Lin was stunned, and reflexively wanted to withdraw his hand, "What are you doing..."

Before the words were finished, Jiang Yucheng saw Jiang Yucheng put his hands on her temples and pressed them for her in person.

Sylvia Lin raised his head in shock, unable to believe that what he saw now was Jiang Yucheng.

"Does it still hurt?"

Jiang Yucheng lowered his head and looked at Sylvia Lin who looked up at him between his hands.

Sylvia Lin shook his head and nodded again, "It doesn't hurt, oh no, it still hurts, you rub it again."

Jiang Yucheng's temper is a little bit stinky, but the massage technique is good, she doesn't seem to feel so uncomfortable anymore.

Jiang Yucheng smiled, grabbed Sylvia Lin's hand, and walked towards the sofa, "Lie down, I'll press it for you."

Sylvia Lin hesitated for a moment, and lay down according to his will.