Hong Yihuan was drenched and trembling. His pitiful appearance was unbearable.

There was a moment of silence in the air.

It's good to hear Lu Qi's long sigh of relief. He didn't come for him.

But fuyechuan's eyes were cold and heavy, and his eyes were not focused in the direction of the woman.

His thin lips were tightly pursed, his face was dark and cold, but his face was with a trace of imperceptible sadness. His soul had long been gone.

The banquet hall is full of laughter and excitement.

Who knows what it is like here?

Lu Qi subconsciously touched Fu YeChuan's back and asked him what to do?

Fuyechuan frowned slightly and Lu Qi coughed.

"Old Fu, look at this..."

Hong Yihuan's sobbing voice continued, and his eyes looked at him sadly.

Fuyechuan's voice is cold.

"This is your field. Don't ask me."

Lu Qi was stunned. "No, wasn't this man with you just now?"

Fuyechuan glanced at him with a warning in his eyes.

"We don't know each other."

With these words, he pushed his wheelchair, turned around expressionless and left.

Lu Qi was frozen in place. He didn't know what to do for a moment.

Hong Yihuan's crying voice became louder, and seemed to have some sadness.

"Can you give me a coat? I need to dry my clothes."

"OK, there is a room upstairs. Go up and tidy it up."

Lu Qi didn't see any servants, so he had to take off his suit. He stood at the end of the corridor and threw his clothes away

I can't get close. I can't tell when I get close. This woman is obviously not a simple person.

He doesn't want to get into trouble.

……

Su Nan lowers her head and talks to Shang Qian, who are discussing the next step of the project.

Shang Qian touched her cup and lowered his voice:

"Mr. Fu is coming this way."

Su Nan looked up and saw fuyechuan sitting in a wheelchair.

There was no Hong Yihuan around him.

It seems that it was left to Lu Qi.

Miss Hong, it's a pity that she didn't seize the opportunity!

But in fuyechuan's eyes, it seemed that he was angry.

Lu Qi quickly catches up and pushes Fu YeChuan to Su Nan's side. He looks at Shang Qian and smiles.

"Coincidentally, Mr. Shang, I just want to ask you something. Why don't you talk here?"

Lu Qi stretched out his hand.

Originally, it was to join the other people's court. It was not nice to refuse. Shang Qian hesitated for two seconds and agreed.

Su Nan sat on the sofa, shaking a glass of grape juice in her hand, looking at Fu YeChuan and smiling as if nothing had happened.

"Mr. Fu, is there nothing wrong over there?"

Seemingly concerned, she just asked casually.

Fuyechuan's eyes deepened.

His fingers clutching the wheelchair, he breathed fiercely, trying to suppress the inner surge.

"Su Nan, do you mean it?"

Su Nan blinked, not quite understanding, "what are you trying to do?"

"So many people, what do you want me to do?"

Fuyechuan suddenly became aggressive.

He knew the answer was sharp, but he just wanted to hit the tip of the knife and hurt again.

Su Nan lowered her eyes slightly and then smiled gently.

"I thought you and Hong Dong were acquaintances. Naturally, you wouldn't ignore his baby daughter, and..."

Her eyes were bright and meaningful. "I heard her mention you. If it wasn't for you, how could it be like this?"

Although she didn't say everything, fuyechuan obviously didn't want to listen.

"I don't know her well!"

He emphasized every word.

He looked at her, his eyes were sour and red, and he suddenly smiled.

"Su Nan, you can really torture people..."