Chapter 219

"Miss Lu, are you okay?"

Lu wanchu's pale and powerless appearance frightened Mo Qing.

He didn't expect that Lu wanchu really had the ability to let Fu Yiyi sleep peacefully. This was something that had never happened since his death. Even his sister Lu Wanxin couldn't do it.

Who is this Miss Lu? She can compare with that one.

Lu wanchu shook his head and his eyes fell on Wei An's figure on the black big bed. "I'm fine. Just have a rest."

It took a lot of energy to finally settle Fu Yi down.

"Then go and have a rest. I'll just watch Mr. Fu here."

Mo Qing respectfully said that Lu wanchu was in a very bad state. He was not suitable to leave Dijing villa and could only rest for one night.

"No, I'll watch him here. I can handle anything in case."

Lu wanchu shook his head and refused Mo Qing.

Mo Qing looked back at Fu Yi Yi and finally nodded, "call me again if you have anything."

"Well, go."

Lu wanchu nodded and Mo Qing bowed respectfully towards Lu wanchu before leaving.

After Mo Qing left, Lu wanchu stood in such a large room. Her eyes involuntarily fell on the position in front of her and walked towards Fu Yi's position.

Finally, he sat in front of Fu Yi's bed with a sigh and looked at him quietly.

A long time ago, she accompanied him all night and looked at him quietly.

"Fu Yi..."

A soft voice echoed in the room.

Fu Yifeng's eyes on the bed are closed, his face is calm after pain, peaceful and auspicious, his handsome facial features have soul-stirring charm, his tall nose and thin lips are elegant and precious.

Lu wanchu stretched out his hand and wanted to touch his cheek.

A big palm suddenly grasped Lu wanchu's hand tightly. Lu wanchu was surprised and thought Fu Yiyi woke up. Finally, he found that he just subconsciously grabbed her hand.

It's no use trying to pull it back.

"Fu Yi, you loosen."

No matter how she was, Fu Yi was still sleeping, but he didn't want to loosen Lu wanchu's hand at all.

Finally, Lu wanchu could only let Fu Yi's big palm grasp her hand. The temperature belonging to him reached the palm of her hand and burned her beating heart.

Gradually the sky sank, and the silence outside the window was like a needle falling on the ground.

Lu wanchu's eyelids slowly sank down. After confirming that Fu Yiyi would not get sick again, he powerlessly supported himself on the big bed with his other hand, closed his eyes and slept in the past. His side face was calm and picturesque.

Fu Yi on the bed opened his eyes. The Phoenix eyes looked at Lu wanchu who slept by the bed, complex and nostalgic.

His eyes fell on the two people's clenched hands. Fu Yi's big palm moved slightly. His five fingers tightly wrapped Lu wanchu's thin white fingers in the palm of his hand. His thin lips raised slightly. He seemed very satisfied with everything in front of him.

Seeing that the fundus of his eyes was tired at the end of the landing, Fu Yi secretly felt distressed. He reluctantly loosened Lu wanchu's palm, got up and crossed, picked Lu wanchu up and put him beside him for fear of waking her up, so he quietly looked at her without saying a word.

Over the years, he watched her get farther and farther away from him. There was nothing he could do, but he could not resist the curse of the Fu family anyway.

If there is no curse, even if she doesn't love him, he will rob her.

Fu Yi knew that there had been a storm at the bottom of his heart, but he was still powerless to suppress it.

In this way, looking at her quietly is also very satisfied.