Perfect Lover: The president is an iceberg

Chapter 177 Overthrow President Fu! ?
　Yan, who hadn't opened his eyes, reached out and grabbed his sleeve at the right time.

　"Fu Yan, I'm fine."

　Fu Yan knelt down to look at him.

　That delicate face was pale like a normal person, and there was even cold sweat oozing from his forehead.With his eyes closed, he seemed unwilling to believe this fact.

　Fu Yan's heart twitched, and he reached out his hand to wipe the cold sweat on his forehead.But he was facing Yan's open eyes, and Fu Yan's worried face said that finally he couldn't hold back the grief that had been suppressed for so long, quickly got up from the sofa, and rushed into Fu Yan's room. In the slightly long arms.

　Fu Yan, who was about to wipe his sweat for a while, didn't check for a while, but was staggered and fell backwards by his force.

　Fortunately, the ground is covered with a thick layer of fluffy carpet, so that it will not be damaged by bumps.It's just that people were taken aback by Yan's sudden move.

　This... what is this?
　Talk to him, push him down...?
　Fu Yan was always strictly forbidden to be embarrassed by his own thoughts.

　It wasn't until the body in his arms trembled slightly that he realized it.

　"Yan, what's the matter with you?" Fu Yan was in a hurry, and he didn't worry about being pushed down anymore, and embraced that person in this pushed-down posture.

　When he opened his mouth, Yan couldn't suppress it anymore, the feeling of being relied on made Yan completely indulge himself, and it was the first time that he cried loudly in front of someone other than Angel.

　Clutching the sides of Fu Yan's clothes, he poured out all his anxieties to Fu Yan, whom he didn't know very well.

　"Fu Yan, what should I do?"

　Fu Yan knew what he was worried about. Although the fact that this person was crying for another woman in his arms made him a little frustrated, he had no choice but to comfort him.

　"Don't cry, you idiot, didn't Mo Qingxuan say that Angel is fine."

　Yan cried even more fiercely: "But why does God always let her suffer that kind of thing? It's not fair to her! Fu Yan, what should I do to keep her away from those darkness completely? Tell me if it's okay."

　He raised his head from his arms, and Fu Yan's heart ruthlessly tugged at those eyes that were hazy with tears.

　He narrowed his eyes slightly, and raised his hand to wipe away the tears from his eyes.

　"Don't cry, you know, Angel... the last thing she wants to see is your tears, right? Are you willing to make her feel bad?"

　Looking at him firmly, he let his big and slender hand rest on her cheek: "Fu Yan, I... want to see her."

　Fu Yan was stunned, this child is out of control, just go to see her if he wants to, there is no need to ask for his consent, and even if he wants to stop, he has no right to do so, right?
　"Then go." He coaxed him softly.

　"But, I don't want her to know," Yan said anxiously.

　"...Then just keep her from knowing."

　"Fu Yan, can you go with me?" Yan frowned and looked at him anxiously, as if he was afraid that he would say no.

　If Fu Yan wasn't with him, would it be impossible to see Angel without letting her know?

　Fu Yan sighed deeply, and found that he couldn't refuse his request now.Even if it is—for another woman.
　Although this statement seems strange, it is true.

　"Well, I'm with you."

　"Really?" Yan burst into tears in an instant.

　Fu Yan said helplessly, "You." Saying so, he reached out to wipe his tears again.

(End of this chapter)