Lu wanchu looked back at ye Yunshu, who was worried about her, frowned slightly, thought about it, raised his feet and followed up.

Fu Yi stood under a tall tree and looked up. His eyes were flat and cold.

Lu wanchu stopped and stood behind Fu Yi, "I don't know which sentence is wrong. If I say something wrong, Mr. Fu, please forgive me."

Fu Yi turned and looked at Lu wanchu. The slender figure came towards Lu wanchu, stood in front of her and looked down at her, "Lu wanchu, I'm still an outsider in your heart, aren't I?"

Lu wanchu raised her head in shock. She didn't understand why Fu Yiyi asked so.

"I... I regard you as a friend, not an outsider."

"Friend?! If you really treat me as a friend, would you say something in return? Should I feel lucky to be rewarded by Miss Lu? "

"Mr. Fu, I don't think so."

His sarcasm hurt her heart. She just, just didn't want to owe Fu Yi.

"Lu wanchu, sometimes I wonder if you have a heart?"

Fu Yifeng's eyes are as deep as a pool, and his thin lips slightly evoke a cool and thin radian.

He didn't want to say that, but he couldn't help it.

He could not tolerate her treating him like a stranger. He thought that after so long time together, he should have his place in her heart, but now he knew how failed he was.

"Fu Yi."

Lu wanchu whispered, and it was difficult to express his complex emotions.

"Do you know that someone will worry about you, and how many people will be afraid if you are in danger?"

Fu Yi's voice was low and hoarse. "Didn't I tell you not to put yourself in danger? Why don't you listen? If you have something, let me... Let everyone do it? "

Lu wanchu's nose was sour and looked down at his toes. "I'm sorry!"

"You're not sorry for me. You're just sorry for those who care about you."

Fu Yi smiled coldly, dimming his eyes from an angle Lu wanchu didn't see.

He knew he was out of control. Now he had nothing to do with her. He was not qualified to scold her.

Looking at her dark hair, Fu Yifeng's eyes darkened, and his slender figure turned around.

Lu wanchu panicked and grabbed Fu Yiyi, as if she would regret if she didn't catch him at this time.

Fu Yi stopped and his eyes fell on Lu wanchu's hands.

It seemed to be the first time she took his hand.

Her hands were soft and warm, which made him reluctant to let go from the beginning.

"It's my fault this time. I didn't expect such a thing to happen. I'm here for a very important thing. I have to come."

"Fu Yi, I appreciate you coming. Don't be angry, okay?!"

Lu wanchu lowered his voice, wronged and pitiful.

Fu Yi's eyes were soft, and he held Lu wanchu's hand with his back hand. "Are you afraid I'm angry?"

Lu wanchu was stunned and his eyes fell on the hands they held.

Fu Yi's big palm is very wide and thick, and his slender fingers are as beautiful as jade. Holding her can give her an inexplicable sense of security.

His low, soft voice echoed vaguely in her ear. Lu wanchu was so frightened that he immediately took back his hand, and his cheeks were slightly red that he didn't dare to look at Fu Yi.

Why did she think there was something wrong between her and Fu Yi.

I want to say no, but I'm afraid he's angry again.

"You are my friend. Of course I don't want you to be angry."

Lu wanchu's eyes twinkled, and he didn't dare to talk to Shangfu Yiyi's Phoenix eyes that seemed to see through the hearts of the people.