Chapter 632

Jiang Yucheng's tall and slender figure sat next to ye Yunshu, his eyes fell on her charming face and raised his hand.

After a while, ye Yunshu lazily stopped Jiang Yucheng, "enough, don't press it."

Jiang Yucheng withdrew his hand, "don't drink in the future."

Ye Yunshu opened his eyes, leaned against the sofa and looked up at Jiang Yucheng, "do you want me to drink if I don't drink? You're not mine. "

Ye Yunshu sneered coldly and didn't take Jiang Yucheng's words to heart.

In this life, she would listen to Lu wanchu's words, but she didn't listen to anyone's words.

"Say it again!"

Jiang Yucheng narrowed his eyes, which was very dangerous.

The drunken ye Yunshu was not afraid, but stepped forward, "you threaten me! Say it 100 times, you're not mine. "

As soon as the words fell, a shadow came to her face. Ye Yunshu's eyes were black and her lips were pasted. She stared at the man in front of her with disbelief.

Jiang Yucheng looked down at ye Yunshu and said coldly, "not before, but now. From this moment on, I'm your man!"

Ye Yunshu "..."

Who gave you face, smelly man!

Beilin villa area.

Lu wanchu returned home and went straight to his sister Lu qianle's room.

Lu qianle just took medicine and lay in bed to rest.

"Sister, you're back."

Seeing Lu wanchu entering the room, Lu qianle smiled and looked a little pale.

Lu wanchu sat beside her, stretched out his hand to feel Lu qianle's pulse, and frowned slightly.

"Is it better?"

Lu qianle nodded with a red face, "it's better to take the medicine."

"Call you greedy, eat bad stomach!"

Lu wanchu shook his head and laughed. He stretched out his hand and played Lu qianle's little brain. He stretched out his hand and rubbed Lu qianle's stomach. Inputting some spiritual power can make Lu qianle better.

"Sister, I won't dare again next time."

Lu qianle stretched out his hand, took Lu wanchu's hand and swayed, "sister, it's very kind of you."

Lu wanchu smiled with a delicate and moving smile, "poor mouth, have a rest."

Seeing that Qingle's face began to turn ruddy after landing, Lu wanchu finally withdrew his hand.

Lu qianle nodded, said good night, closed his eyes and rested.

Lu wanchu sat in front of Lu qianle's bed for a while before walking towards the room.

Entering the room, Lu wanchu put a pill in the bathtub and let the pill melt in the water.

This is a pill she specially made for herself. After several months of recuperation, her body is still a little empty, so every time she takes a bath, she will put a pill she specially made into the bathtub to relieve her body.

After taking a bath, Lu wanchu personally watered the Fenglin grass in front of the windowsill in his pajamas, then lay in bed, picked up the medical book Fu Yi gave her and read it. Unconsciously, her eyes became deep and quiet, and she didn't know what she was thinking.

Lu wanchu was thinking about Fu Yiyi. No, she should be said to be thinking about his illness.

She wants to cure Fu Yiyi, but his illness can't be cured.

The previous prescription can't be used. We must think of a better one that can completely prevent Fu Yi from relapse.

And his curse, what should she do?

Fu Yi, how can I make you feel better and make you no longer suffer.

Lu wanchu knew that Fu Yi had a curse, but she didn't know what the final result of the curse would be. She just thought that the curse brought pain, and didn't know that Fu Yi couldn't live to be 30.

Fu Yi didn't want to let her know all this.