931: C931 He Didn't Want Him to Touch Her

C931 He Didn't Want Him to Touch Her

Fu Xichen entered the main hall of the villa and went to see Old Madam Fu first.

Old Madam Fu did not ask any more questions. She just pretended to be unhappy and scolded him a few times before letting him do as he pleased.

Fu Xichen also did not have the mood to chat more with Old Madam Fu and just wanted to find Shu Lan as soon as possible.

Upstairs, in Gu Luoluo's room, the few of them were teasing cutie who was in the baby carriage.

It was unknown whether it was intentional or not, but Fu Yuntine was standing beside Shu Lan. He looked down at her very gently.

Shu Lan smiled lightly and looked at cutie who was in the baby carriage. The two of them stood together and it was a perfect match.

Fu Xichen, who was at the door, had a gloomy expression. The veins on his forehead were throbbing, and he walked over with big steps.

Gu Luoluo had sharp eyes. When she saw Fu Xichen's figure at the door, she could not help but feel her heart skip a beat.

"Director Fu?"

Fu Xichen came back?

Shu Lan heard Gu Luoluo's voice and turned her head to look. When she saw Fu Xichen, for some reason, she felt guilty in her heart. Without thinking, she moved her feet to the side, as if she wanted to stay away from Fu Yuntine.

Fu Yuntine's attention had always been on Shu Lan. Of course, he did not miss her small movements. Suddenly, the corner of his mouth curled up.

Confidence? That meant that she had him in her heart.

Fu Xichen, he wasn't far from losing.

"Chen, you're back?"

Shu Lan smiled and walked up to Fu Xichen and greeted him.

"Yes, I am back. Do you miss me?"

Fu Xichen looked at Shu Lan gently and reached out to grab her shoulder.

Fu Yuntine's face darkened. A fierce look flashed in his eyes. He quickly stepped forward and pulled Fu Xichen's extended arm away.

The force was so great that Fu Xichen staggered and almost fell down.

Fu Xichen's face was gloomy. He looked at Fu Yuntine and sneered, "Big brother, what are you doing?"

He didn't want him to touch her?

But she was now called Shu Lan. She was Fu Xichen's wife.

It was useless even if he was anxious!

"Fu Xichen, let's talk."

Fu Yuntine very naturally blocked Shu Lan in front of him. His tall figure was filled with an intimidating pressure.

"We have nothing to talk about." Fu Xichen said with a cold face.

The two of them were at each other's throats. Shu Lan, who was behind Fu Yuntine, swallowed her saliva and stuck her head out. "Well, you have something to say..."

Fu Yuntine turned his head and swept his sharp eyes over, revealing an imposing manner that could not be ignored.

The aura was so great that it made her obediently shut her mouth and quietly shrink behind him.

It was as if she was his little wife.1

Fu Xichen watched this scene intently. The veins on his clenched fists were bulging.

Without waiting for him to say anything, Fu Yuntine glanced at him coldly and strode towards the door.

"If you don't want to make it known to everyone, then hurry up and come over!"

Fu Yuntine's voice carried a cold wind as it drifted over. Fu Xichen's face was gloomy as he finally followed him out.

Seeing the two of them leave one after another, Shu Lan bit her lips, and a trace of worry flashed across her face.

"Luoluo, do you think they will fight?"

Hearing this, the corner of Gu Luoluo's mouth twitched, "Don't worry, this is the old residence. They will not act recklessly."

If they were to fight, they would have already started fighting. Was there a need to wait until now?

She knew that Fu Yuntine was angry. He just didn't want Fu Xichen to get close to Shu Lan alone.

In the study room, Fu Yuntine stood at the window with his hands in his pockets. His tall and straight back was filled with endless coldness.

Fu Xichen pushed open the door and looked at him coldly, "What do you want to talk about with me about?"

"Fu Xichen, you are despicable."

Fu Yuntine turned around and looked at him coldly.

Despicable?

Fu Xichen's dark eyes darkened and he sneered, "So what?"

He knew what he meant.

Wasn't it just asking someone to compile her memories?

He never boasted that he was a gentleman.

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