"Type a blood."

Ronan primary road.

Yan Bing breathed a little, and his face suddenly became ugly again. Luonan looked at his pale look at the first time, but he didn't know what to say. He lowered his head and drank a mouthful of juice in disguise.

Fu Tingyuan, the third uncle, seems to really dislike her. Even his blood type doesn't match his appetite.

Yan Bing sat there, looking at Luonan Chu bright and beautiful face, he had a headache to crack.

Everything is pointing to the worst, and no matter how he struggles and makes excuses, it doesn't help.

Lornan first saw him staring at her, her face was expressionless and blue, and she was also a little embarrassed. It was the first time that she was so disgusted. After all, from small to large, her pleasing face was very popular with the elders.

For the first time, she expected Fu Tingyuan to come earlier.

"How long have you known my nephew?"

Luonanchu raised his head and looked at him. Yanbing was staring at her. His eyes were terrible.

She pondered the sentence: "seven or eight years..."

It's been almost eight years since she went after him to get married, to get divorced, and then to break up.

Yanbing raised his hand and pressed his brow. He didn't say a word. He just frowned tightly and looked a little painful.

Luonan looked at him at the beginning. He couldn't help but say, "guide Yan, you don't like me so much?"

She thinks that she has a little more brain damage and more scandal in the performing arts circle. It seems that she is not too bad.

Why does Yan Bing look unbearable every time she sees her?

"You can't be with him."

Yan Bing said a low.

"What?" She didn't hear.

Yanbing looked up at her, looked at her face at the blank innocent expression, some intolerable, suddenly seized Luo Nanchu's hand, to her low way: "south, you listen to me, you..."

"Uncle, you also received this invitation."

Luonan turned his head and saw that Fu Tingyuan came from there with a warm smile in his mouth. He walked behind her and put his hand on her shoulder. His eyes fell on Yan Bing's holding Luo Nanchu's finger. His smile was light, but his eyes were sharp.

Yan Bing took his hand back. He looked at Fu Tingyuan and Luo Nan Chu standing together. His expression was somewhat subtle. He moved his lips slightly, but he didn't speak. He just held his forehead a little tired.

"Is the third uncle tired?" Fu Tingyuan led Luo Nan Chu to stand up. He took Luo Nan Chu's waist and said to Yan Bing, "Chu Chu and I won't disturb you. It's not early. I'll send Chu Chu home."

Yan Bing sighed, rubbed his eyebrows and said, "I'm really a little tired. I'll have a rest here. You go first

Fu Tingyuan said goodbye to him kindly and led Luonan to leave.

Fu Tingyuan looked down at Luo Nan Chu and asked, "what did he talk to you about?"

Luo Nan initially lowered his head, heard Fu Tingyuan ask her, raised his head to Fu Tingyuan and said, "your third uncle looks really dislike me."

"Well?"

"He said we couldn't be together."

Fu Tingyuan smelled the speech and sneered. He said lazily, "I want to be with someone. It's really not up to him to take charge of it."

He glanced at Ronan's hand, which he had held for the first time, and his eyes were slightly dark.

To tell you the truth, he was still a little dissatisfied with Yan Bing's hand.