Chapter 689 Fu Yixing, You Are Injured

  Fu Yixing waved away Lan Tingsheng's hand, and walked straight ahead, his eyes were cold and imposing.

  Everyone stepped aside, not daring to block Fu Yixing's path.

   Lan Tingsheng stood there and sighed, "Fu Yixing, you are really a terrible plant!"

   "Mr. Fu, are you injured?"

  Lu Wanxin stepped forward and stood in front of Fu Yixing, frowning, and said worriedly.

  Fu Yixing was forced to stop, his eyes cold.

  Lu Wanxin was cold and stiff. He didn't dare to look directly at Fu Yixing. He always felt that Fu Yixing was about to kill her.

   "Go!"

  Fu Yixing's long and narrow phoenix eyes are cold and bloodthirsty. If it were not for Lu Wanchu to avenge himself, how could he let Lu Wanxin live well.

  He doesn't look for her, she moves forward instead, if he wants to die, he can fulfill her.

  Lu Wanxin's face turned pale, and he subconsciously stepped away.

  Fu Yixing passed her without even looking at her.

  Lu Wanxin looked desperate, watched Fu Yixing and didn't know where to go, and never dared to stop him again.

   "Wan Xin, what's the matter with you? Why is your face so bad? Did the woman Ye Yunshu bully you?"

   Jiang Ling went to the bathroom and came back. When he came back, he heard someone talking about what happened just now and couldn't stand it anymore.

   Ye Yunshu's arrogant woman dared to be so presumptuous at the Pei family banquet. It was simply hateful. If she was just now, how could Ye Yunshu be so presumptuous.

   "I'm fine!"

  Lu Wanxin was lost in his soul and couldn't care about coping with Jiang Ling's acting again.

   "I feel a little uncomfortable, go to rest for a while."

  Being scolded by Fu Yixing, Lu Wanxin couldn't bear it. Everyone around seemed to look at her with strange eyes. How could she stay?

   "I'll accompany you. I don't want to stay here anyway."

  Lu Wanxin wanted to refuse, but nodded.

  Lu came out of the bathroom early in the evening, lowered his head and wiped his palm with a tissue.

  Looking forward, Lu Wanchu bumped her forehead into something hard. She frowned in pain and raised her head. Before she could see who it was, she was grabbed by her hands and leaned against a wall.

  "Fu Yixing, why are you here?"

  The familiar breath pours into the tip of his nose. Lu Wanchu was startled, raised his head and looked at Fu Yixing's handsome face, and the narrow and long phoenix eyes behind the gold-framed glasses chilled slightly.

  "Are you still in contact with Ming Ling?"

  Fu Yixing stood in front of Lu Wanchu, very close to her, his voice low and cold.

  "What contact? How can I contact Ming Ling?"

  Lu was taken aback in the evening and almost didn't react.

  How can she contact Ming Ling? What does this man mean by asking her inexplicably?

   "Did you tell him your identity?"

  Fu Yixing couldn't bear the thought of Ming Ling smiling at Lu Wanchu.

   "Why should I tell him?"

  Lu Wanchu asked back, very puzzled, and struggled slightly, "You let me go before you talk."

   Talk as you speak, what are you doing so close?

  Fu Yixing locked Lu Wanchu's eyes tightly, listening to her rhetorical question, his eyes loosened, "Really?"

   "Of course it is true."

  Do they know that is not enough? She won't let everyone tell her her true identity, will it be all right by then!

  Fu Yixing let go of Lu Wanchu a bit, and took a few steps back, but he kept holding Lu Wanchu with his hands, and he didn't mean to let go at all.

   "What about Qin Shuo? What is your relationship with him?"

  Fu Yixing at this time, no longer the usual calm and steady, like a jealous man.

  (End of this chapter)