e " 。Yu Lin nodded, looking at her rather flat chest with a look of dejection. 。Fu Xiaoyao gave her a withering look, "I'm not going to talk to you anymore. I'm going to go to sleep." 。" Go go 。Yu...Fu Xiaoyao didn't dare to jump to conclusions about whether she had misheard just now, so she could only hold her breath and tentatively ask, "What do you mean when you said I should not mind Qi Ya in the future"

Lu Hanchuan’s eyelids twitched slightly, a hint of killing intent in his deep pupils, “She already has a boyfriend abroad, and they are doing very well together. So naturally, there is nothing left between me and Qi Ya, you don't have to worry about her anymore.”

"You... you just said what Qi Ya has a boyfriend" Although Fu Xiaoyao this time was sure she hadn't misheard, and he did indeed call out Qi Ya's full name, it didn't surprise her much.

The most surprising thing was that Qi Ya had a boyfriend.

"Well, she had a boyfriend three years ago named Roland, a jewelry designer. They were very much in love." Lu Hanchuan explained coldly.

Fu Xiaoyao’s mouth was wide open, like it could fit a whole egg. After a long pause, she finally found her voice, “Three years ago Still in love How is that possible! She loved someone else, didn’t she”

Lu Hannan let out a cold snort, without saying a word.

Last time, he knew that Qi Ya truly loved wasn't him, but that Roland.

She says she loves him only because she wants to use his status to achieve her own goals.

What's laughable is that he only just realized all this, but he couldn't bring himself to say it out loud, especially in front of Fu Xiaoyao. His pride and self-respect wouldn't allow him to.

But Fu Xiaoyao, seeing his appearance, also vaguely guessed something.

He didn't answer. It seemed that Qi Ya truly loved someone else, but since she didn't love him, why did Qi Ya say those words about taking him back

Could it really be what Aunt Song and Shao Si Nian said, about possessiveness Is it the kind where even if I don't love someone, I wouldn't allow them to fall in love with others

If that were really the case, she could only sigh with emotion, saying that Qi Ya's psychology was truly problematic.

"And what about you" Fu Xiaoyao suddenly asked.

Lu Hanchuan opened his eyes, "What's wrong with me"

"You said Qi Ya is with Roland now, aren't you jealous" Fu Xiaoyao looked into his eyes.

He narrowed his eyes dangerously, "Why would I be jealous"

You are not...

"I don't love her!" Lu Hanchuan seemed to know what she was about to say, interrupting her before she could finish.

"Then you don't have any feelings for her at all I don't believe it."

"Alright, let's drop this topic. Is the medicine done" Lu Hanchuan turned his head to glance at his shoulder.

Fu Xiaoyao nodded her head a little sadly, "I'm done."

His eagerness to change the subject speaks volumes. He clearly still has some feelings for Qi Ya.

On the contrary, he still had some feelings for Qi Ya. Perhaps those feelings weren't as deep as they used to be, maybe there was only a little bit left, but there was still something there, otherwise he wouldn't have acted this way.

First love is unforgettable indeed.

Thinking, Fu Xiaoyao lowered her eyes, her long eyelashes falling down, casting a shadow over her eyelids, making it impossible to see her expression at the moment.

Lu Hanchuan noticed the person behind him suddenly fell silent. He propped himself up with the blanket, put on his clothes and asked, "What are you thinking about"

"It's nothing." Fu Xiaoyao put the lid on the ointment jar and jumped off the bed. She didn't say a word and just left the room.

Lu Hanchuan frowned, watching her back. He could feel that she was a little angry, but he didn't know why she was angry.

He didn't think much about it, picked up his phone from the bedside table, and made a call.

Fu Xiaoyao walked out of the room and stood at the door for a few seconds. No one came out behind her, making her feel even more uncomfortable.

He still claims that the person he loves now is her.

None of the results came out, didn't even ask her what was wrong.

As expected, she still can't count on his emotional intelligence.

"Mrs. Fu," Song Yi said softly as she came out of the bathroom carrying a bag of trash, seeing Fu Xiaoyao standing there in a daze.

Fu Xiaoyao patted her cheeks, suppressed the emotions in her heart, and forced a smile, "What's wrong, Aunt Song"

"It's nothing, I just watched you standing there. I called out to you, and wanted to say goodbye. It's getting late, I should head back to the villa. You and your husband get some rest early." After Aunt Song finished speaking, she took the trash out the door.

Only Fu Xiaoyao was left in the living room. The balcony door was ajar, and a cold wind blew in, making her shiver.

She rubbed her arms and walked over to shut the door, then turned on the heat in the living room. After the warmth rose, she felt much more relaxed and no longer so cold.

She decided not to go back into the room. She had just heard muffled voices coming from inside as she stood at the door, and figured that if Lu Hanchuan was on the phone, she shouldn't disturb him.

Thinking about this, Fu Xiaoyao walked to the coffee table. After sitting down on the sofa, she picked up the bag from the coffee table and began to organize the yarn balls for knitting a scarf inside.

By the time Lu Hanchuan finished his phone call and came out of the room, he saw her holding two thick wooden knitting needles, engrossed in knitting a scarf.

This was still Lu Hanchuan's first time seeing someone knitting a scarf with his own eyes. He felt a little fresh about it, walked over and asked, "Knitting a scarf"

"Hmm." Fu Xiaoyao responded without raising her head, her full attention on the work in her hands, not even sparing him a glance.

Lu Hanchuan pursed his thin lips, feeling a little uncomfortable. "Who is it for"

"Myself." Fu Xiaoyao answered.

Actually, this was knitted for him, but since his birthday hasn't arrived yet, she's keeping it a secret from him for now.

"You yourself" Lu Hanchuan narrowed his eyes, staring intently at the black thread in her hand. "Why is it black"

"I like it." Fu Xiaoyao replied, her head bowed with flickering eyes.

Lu Hanchuan raised an eyebrow, "I remember, you don't seem to like black."

Fu Xiaoyao's movements faltered for a moment, and she immediately made a mistake in one place. She didn't know if her current flustered state was noticed by him, and what he might have guessed from it. She didn't have time to think about these things either, so she quickly regained her composure and said, "Winter is coming soon, and winter clothes tend to be more monotonous in color. A black scarf would match well."

"Is that so." Lu Hanchuan drawled.

Fu Xiaoyao didn't know if he believed her or not, she didn't dare to look up at him.

Just then, the doorbell suddenly rang.

Lu Hanchuan tapped the tea table in front of Fu Xiaoyao. "Go open the door."

"Why me" Fu Xiaoyao finally lifted her head.

Lu Hanchuan crossed his arms and sat down, "Go quickly!"

"But I have..."

"Go!" Lu Hanchuan commanded once more.

Fu Xiaoyao glared at him with a huff, putting down the scarf she had been knitting and getting up to open the door.

The door opened, revealing a delivery guy in uniform, holding a huge and vibrant bouquet of red roses. Each rose was adorned with tiny silver droplets and emitted a captivating fragrance.

Fu Xiaoyao stared at the bouquet of roses, her eyes unable to look away, even forgetting to speak.

Then the delivery guy spoke first, "Excuse me, is this Ms. Fu Xiaoyao"

Fu Xiaoyao came back to her senses with a start, quickly nodding. "I am!"

Looking for her

Could this bouquet be for her

"Alright then, here's your flowers." The deliveryman handed the bouquet to Fu Xiaoyao with both hands.

Fu Xiaoyao was stunned.

Although she had guessed in her heart that the flowers were for her just now, after confirmation that they were indeed for her, a huge wave of emotion surged within her. It took her a long time to regain her composure, but her voice was still stammering, "I... my flowers"

"Yes." The delivery guy smiled and nodded.

Fu Xiaoyao swallowed nervously, "But...but I didn't order flowers"in pitch. "Is she at Hanchuan's ward Did she go to Hanchuan's ward"Cheng Assistant's expression was indescribable, "Yes..."Fu Xiaoyao's heart instantly turned cold. "Why Why would she be here, and eve...