Chapter 1227 Fu Yixing, I am here

  Sure enough, as she expected, Fu Yixing became ill.

  Probably when he went to sleep, he noticed that something was wrong with him and was afraid of hurting her, so he left quietly by himself without letting anyone notice.

  "Fu Yixing let him go, okay?"

  Lu Wanchu slowly approached Fu Yixing and said softly.

  "Madam, be careful of Mr. Fu."

  Mo Qing stood behind Lu Wanchu, talking worriedly.

  Fu Yixing, who became ill, did not recognize his six relatives, and Mo Qing was worried that Lu Wanchu would be harmed.

  Lu Wanchu shook his head, "He won't hurt me."

  No one knows better than her, even if Fu Yixing's curse strikes and the six relatives do not recognize him, he still remembers her and will not hurt her.

  His love for her has already surpassed this, and even curses cannot prevent him from loving her.

  Mo Qing was very uncomfortable. He didn't understand why God wanted to torture Fu Yixing and the lovers.

  Lu Wanchu slowly approached Fu Yixing, smiling gently at him.

  Fu Yixing's full eyes fell on Lu Wanchu's body, his hands released subconsciously, and Ahe fell to the ground, ignoring other quick escaping and leaving here.

  Mo Qing nodded to a bodyguard, and the bodyguard turned and left, he had to make Ahe's mouth tighter.

  Ahe's girlfriend who passed out into a coma was also taken away, and Mo Qing's people blocked the entire alley, preventing anyone from entering here.

   "Fu Yixing, don't let the curse control you, I believe you."

  Lu Wanchu slowly approached Fu Yixing, stood in front of him, and smiled beautifully at him.

  Fu Yixing has pain in his eyes, as if he is struggling.

  Lu Wanchu was very uncomfortable. He lifted his hands to hold Fu Yixing's face, and pressed his toes on his lips.

  Fu Yixing's scarlet eyes trembled, and he pushed Lu Wanchu away quickly, as if he was shocked.

  As if his head was about to explode, Fu Yixing's forehead was sweating thinly, and he hugged his head with his hands and roared.

   "Fu Yixing!"

  Lu Wanchu knew that Fu Yixing was struggling, stepped forward to hug Fu Yixing, and took out a pill that could suppress his illness.

  "Fu Yixing, I am here. I will always be by your side. You must control yourself."

When    was hugged by Lu Wanchu, Fu Yixing fell silent.

  Lu was happy late in the evening and prepared to feed the pills in his hand to Fu Yixing.

  Suddenly, Fu Yixing's wrist was severely gripped, as if it was about to break.

  Lu Wanchu raised his head in pain, facing Fu Yixing's ruthless eyes, soreness and pain permeated.

  The pill fell on the ground, I don’t know where it went.

  Lu Wanchu paid no attention to the pain in his wrist, and took out the silver needle in the other hand, preparing to pierce Fu Yixing.

   "Late, stay away from me."

  The painful and struggling roar sounded, Fu Yixing seemed to have recovered a little, and he looked at Lu Wanchu and said in a hoarse voice.

   His eyes fell on the hand that he held Lu Wanchu, and he let go in shock and blame.

   "I hurt you, I still hurt you."

  He couldn't accept this kind of self. He clearly said that he would protect her for life, and it was him who hurt her.

   Fu Yixing backed away in pain, "Don't come close to me, I'm afraid I can't control myself."

  Fu Yixing finished speaking, turned around and jumped onto the wall and left the alley.

   "Fu Yixing!"

  Sorrowful voice echoed in the alley, Lu Wanchu watched Fu Yixing leave.

  His speed is very fast, it is not easy for them to catch up with Fu Yixing.

   "Mo Qing, look, you must find him!"

  Lu Wanchu knew that this was not the time to be sad, his right wrist did not have any strength, and the place where Fu Yixing held it was black and purple, showing how hard he had just moved.

  (End of this chapter)