Mr. Fu Chased His Wife and Overturned Again

"Birth, old age, sickness and death are the normal state of human beings."

Fu Yixing had already looked down on all of this, and the only one who was reluctant was that person.

From a very young age, he knew that he was under a curse, and he couldn't live to ninety-nine like ordinary people. He only had thirty years to live, so he didn't dare to love, for fear that he would be reluctant to give up.

He clearly told himself that he shouldn't love, but in the end he met a woman who made him willing to give up everything.

"No, no, my brother is the most powerful person in the world. You will be fine, you will definitely find a way."

Fu Yiche strode forward and grabbed Fu Yixing's arm.

Fu Yixing glanced at Fu Yiche lightly, pulled back his arm, and got up from his position, "Grandpa, I'm leaving first, you don't have to wait for me tonight."

He never likes birthdays, because each one reminds him that his life is counting down.

"elder brother!"

Fu Yiche turned around and called Fu Yixing, and Mr. Fu looked up, "Okay, let him go, I know I'm forcing him."

Mr. Fu closed his eyes, distressed and uncomfortable.

Fu Yixing sat in the back seat of a Rolls-Royce, his phoenix eyes were deep and dark.

The phone in his pocket rang, and he took it out and glanced at it lightly.

"Fu Yixing, come to the palace tonight, I will celebrate your birthday."

Lan Tingsheng's loud voice sounded from the other side.

"Not interested in."

Fu Yixing hung up the phone after saying a word, not giving Lan Tingsheng a chance to speak at all.

Looking at the screen of the mobile phone, Fu Yixing found the contact person. The first one was Lu Wanchu's name.

At this moment, Lu Wanchu's cell phone, who was sitting on the sofa chatting with Sylvia Lin, rang.

It's Fu Yixing's caller ID!

How could he call her?

"Who?"

Sylvia Lin, who was about to stand up and go to the kitchen to make dinner, took a look, "Fu Yixing?!"

"Um!"

Lu Wanchu nodded, hesitated for a moment but still didn't pick it up.

"Take it, if you don't pick up this guy, I don't know how long it will take."

After it sounded again, Sylvia Lin said to Lu Wanchu, smiled, turned and walked towards the kitchen, leaving the space for Lu Wanchu.

The bell kept echoing in the living room, and at the last moment, Lu Wanchu picked up the phone, "Hello!"

"Where are you?"

Fu Yixing's deep and mellow voice came from the other end of the phone, and the air pressure was a little low.

Lu Wanchu hugged the pillow beside him, as if it would give him a sense of security.

"Is something wrong here in Yunshu?"

"...Do you know what day it is today?"

After a moment of silence, a low voice came from the other end, as if he had hesitated for a long time before asking.

"What day? I don't know!"

Lu Wanchu thought about it for a long time without thinking what day it was, and finally answered like this.

Lu Wanchu, who was about to ask what day it was today, only heard a beeping sound, and someone would hang up the phone.

"Fu Yixing, when did you become so naive?"

Lu Wanchu poked at the phone with his hand, treating the phone as Fu Yixing.

She really can't remember what day it is today, why this person seems to be angry, inexplicable.

Sylvia Lin cooked a delicious meal, and Lu Wanchu ate it casually, seemingly troubled by something on her mind.

"What the hell happened to you? It's been like this since you answered the phone, or is it that what I made today is not delicious?"

Sylvia Lin glanced at the dishes on the table, all of which Lu Wanchu likes to eat. She tasted it and nothing was bad. Why did Lu Wanchu have no appetite and always eat rice.

Lu Wanchu took chopsticks and pursed her lips, "Yun Shu, do you know what day is today?"