Her face changed, and she immediately got off Jiang Muchen, ran to the balcony, stretched her neck to look out.

Sure enough, a huge group of people walked not far away, but they were not wearing mourning clothes.

When they looked closely, they all wore black clothes and were far away, like a dark cloud, with paper money flying all over the sky like snow, and the spirit banners were high, which was even worse than the royal funeral.

In the center, the one holding her spiritual position was her loyal maid, Narcissus, with a black strap tied on her head and a dead face.

The boys behind Zhaoran sat on the chair, holding teacup and complained leisurely:

"Whose funeral is so dark? Only Yan Yu Pavilion can do such a thing in the underworld."

"I heard that their master was back, and the murderer was beaten half to death by them. He was still breathing a sigh of relief. I'm afraid it would be a waste if he didn't torture him."

Jiang Muchen frowned: "Yinbao is here! Don't say such bloody words."

As he said that, he handed a snack to Zhaoran: "Try it, it's sweet, you'll like it."

I took it suddenly, took a bite in my mouth without knowing the taste, and my heart was mixed.

Suddenly, a piece of paper money fell lightly on her hand. She was stunned and looked up and found that there were a few crows on the railing in front of her.

A crow like a nightmare.

She subconsciously took a few steps back, looked at the balcony of the restaurant opposite hers, which was the same pavilion as her.

A man sat there lazily, looking at her with a burning gaze. A hint of interest gradually emerged from her phoenix eyes that were so familiar to her. He raised the glass cup in his hand to her, and opened his mouth and sniffed out two words:

"Ranran."

Fu Sichen?!!

When did he stand there!!

The fear that arose in her heart made her take a few steps back, and the crows and tigers flew towards her like food.

"ah!!!"

She turned around and ran away, rushed out of the door in panic, and turned a deaf ear to the people behind her.

Go home! Go home! Fu Sichen seems to recognize her!!!

She hurried down the stairs and suddenly felt a little quiet around her.

Because Fu Sichen was already waiting at the door.

He stood with his hands behind his back, looking at him with condescending confidence, as if he was sure that she would run away.

The diners in the restaurant were all staring at this scene blankly, not daring to breathe.

How could the Lord of Yanyu Pavilion appear here?!

Fu Sichen stepped forward slowly, turned a blind eye to the surprise of the people around him, walked to Zhaoran and squatted down, looking at her:

"Go home with me."

!

It was as if someone suddenly felt aroused, and he stood there at a loss. The little one was shaking all over his body, and tears were circling in his eyes:

"I don't know you."

She was like a child who did something wrong, with her hands squeezing in front of her, stepping back small steps, and her voice choked:

"I don't know you."

Her slender wrist was suddenly grabbed by a pair of slender hands.

As soon as he looked up, Fu Sichen stared at her with a burning gaze and smiled:

"Now you know me, my name is Fu Sichen."

As he said that, he picked up Zhaoran, held it in his arms like a treasure, gently soothing her fear:

"Not afraid."

"Yuan Baoer!" Jiang Muchen hurried over and saw her in someone else's arms. His face changed: "Fu Sichen!! Let me go!!"

He wanted to rush up, but was stopped by Fu Sichen's guards and could only shout at the top of his lungs: "Yuanbao!!"

Zhaoran was called back to his senses, his hands and feet were thrust down, but his arms tightened and gently pressed into her ears and whispered:

"Do you want him to die?"

Zhaoran's whole body froze, tears fell from his eyes, and he turned his head to look at him.

Fu Sichen's eyes always had the morbid heat of volcanoes. If she hadn't been too young, she would have wanted to kiss her cheek now.

In the end, he just gently wiped the tears from her face:
Chapter completed!