Fu Yixing let go of Lu Wanchu.

Lu Wanchu got up and picked up the shopping bag in front of the coffee table and walked to Fu Yixing.

A gray scarf was taken out by Lu Wanchu, and she was a little nervous, "I don't know if you like it or not." ”

She originally wanted to buy a dress for Fu Yixing, but when she saw this scarf, she stopped.

"Wrap it around me."

Fu Yixing stood up, a smile on the corner of his lips, and his soft gaze fell on Lu Wanchu.

"Then you bend over."

Fu Yixing was very cooperative and bent down slightly.

Lu Wanchu picked up the scarf in his hand and prepared to wrap it around Fu Yixing, and saw the tie around his neck.

"Why are you still wearing the tie I gave you?"

The tie that Fu Yixing wore today was given by her that day, and he was teased at that time.

The tie was a little old, completely unworthy of his identity, but he kept it on.

"Because you sent it."

Fu Yixing said in a low voice, holding Lu Wanchu's hand tightly and asking her to quickly surround him.

Lu Wanchu's eyes were as bright as the sun, and the smile on the corner of her mouth never fell.

She wrapped a love card scarf for him with her own hands, and suddenly thought of the scene when she gave him a tie that day and tied it herself.

"What else do you want in front of me?"

"No, it's just that when I thought about the day I tied your tie, it was about the same as it is now."

Fu Yixing's eyebrows were gentle, "So...... You still want to tie me up, do you? ”

Lu Wanchu pushed away Fu Yixing, who was close to her to create an ambiguity, and hurriedly ran to the side, "Who wants to tie you up?" I don't want to tie you up, some women tie you up, and today I met one. ”

Thinking of Yang Xiaoxuan, Lu Wanchu couldn't help but sink her face, if it weren't for her unwillingness to argue with this kind of person, and she didn't want to take her relationship with Fu Yixing as a show-off, she would have let Yang Xiaoxuan know who was the real lady.

Dare to covet her man, it's like looking for death!

"I have already let Mo Qing deal with today's matter, and no one will dare to do this again."

Fu Yixing's phoenix eyes flashed with coldness, and he wrapped around Lu Wanchu's waist.

Mo Qing told him that he received a call from Ye Yunshu, and he knew that something must have happened.

He has asked Mo Qing to deal with this matter, and there will be no more women like Yang Xiaoxuan in the entertainment industry in the future.

"She's not the first, and she won't be the last."

Lu Wanchu said a little sourly, stretched out her finger and poked Fu Yixing's strong chest, and her fingertips hurt so much that she frowned.

Fu Yixing grabbed Lu Wanchu's hand, blew it, and then said, "There is no first, only the only, and you are my only one." ”

Lu Wanchu couldn't help but smile, "The only? ”

"Hmm!"

"Well, that's over for now."

Lu Wanchu pushed Fu Yixing away, and when she avoided him, she held her hot cheeks with both hands and smiled sweetly.

Fu Yixing, this guy, hasn't he been in love, how can he talk more smoothly than anyone else?

One afternoon, Lu Wanchu leaned back on the sofa, holding a magazine in his hand and reading it casually.

Not far away, Fu Yixing sat in the president's chair and worked, his side face was delicate and handsome, and his serious eyes were sharp and cold.

Extremely bored, Lu Wanchu couldn't help but secretly put the magazine in front of his face, and then poked his head out from behind the magazine to look at Fu Yixing at work.

After she put a scarf around him, he never took it off, and he didn't get too hot?

Fu Yixing raised his head, just in time to catch Lu Wanchu's peeking gaze, and smiled sexily.

"If you want to see it, you can see it in the open light."