Qing Xuan came.
Fu Shu was expressionless. He only said calmly, “Let her in.”
“Yes, Young Master.”
..
Song Yi walked out and Qing Xuan came in.
Qing Xuan looked at the man by the French window and quickly went forward. Then, she reached out her small hand and hugged Fu Shu’s waist from behind, “Young Master Fu, I heard that you had a car accident today. When I heard the news, I was really scared to death. Are you okay? Are You Hurt?”
Qing Xuan felt that Fu Shu’s body was hot and a little scorching. She quickly let go of Fu Shu and walked around him. She raised her hand and touched Fu Shu’s forehead. “Young Master Fu, did you have a high fever?”
She didn’t touch it because Fu Shu dodged and avoided Qing Xuan’s hand.
Qing Xuan was stunned.
At this moment, Fu Shu raised his head and a pair of cold black eyes fell on her face. “Did you forget what I Told You?”
Qing Xuan’s face turned pale. Of course, she didn’t forget that Fu Shu didn’t allow her to touch him.
