Chapter 682 Epilogue (3): Recognize Her at First Sight

Lin Shiyu's tear-blurred vision suddenly collided with Fu Qinglun's.

There were a few drops of crystal tears on her fan-like feathers. She trembled the feathers like butterfly wings. Her heartbeat stopped quickly and she stared at him in a daze.

She thought he was gone.

Unexpectedly, he turned around.

He saw her in the crowd at a glance.

…

Fu Qinglun stopped and looked at the pretty figure in the crowd. She wore a black veil on her face, revealing only her eyes. She had a pair of clear and beautiful almond eyes.

Now she looked at him with tears in her eyes, which made his heart ache instantly.

Who is she?

Why did he stop?

He couldn't explain it clearly. Just now, he seemed to hear someone calling him from behind---Hey, Fu Qinglun!

He slowly spread his long legs and walked towards the pretty figure.

At this time, a small hand quickly grabbed his sleeve, "Mr. Smithson, where are you going?"

Fu Qinglun stopped and his reason returned instantly. Yes, what was he doing?

Gently frowning his handsome eyebrows, he felt that he was possessed by a demon. That beautiful figure seemed to have a magical power that made him unable to explain it. He just wanted to... just wanted to walk towards her.

Fu Qinglun side-glanced and looked at "Lin Shiyu" beside him.

His cold black eyes fell on "Lin Shiyu's" palm-sized face, first looked around, and then fell on her eyes.

Her eyes...

Even if they were twins, with the same appearance like Lin Xuanji and Lin Xuanyin, their eyes would not be the same.

The plastic surgery knife can copy the same face and the same body, but it can never copy the same pair of eyes.

Fu Qinglun pursed his thin lips, and two small vortices quickly emerged in his black eyes.

"Lin Shiyu" was looked at by him, and the two small hands hanging by her side quickly clenched up, but she raised her misty eyebrows and joked, "Mr. Smithson, you are not in love with another woman, right?"

Fu Qinglun's handsome face did not show any emotion, and his voice was low and mellow, "Shishi, don't talk nonsense."

"Lin Shiyu" was relieved, and she secretly glanced at the man---a waste, can't do anything!

The man received the message, quickly jumped out to block Lin Shiyu's sight, and cursed, "You, a woman, only know how to seduce men. In the past few years since we got married, how many green hats have you worn for me outside!"

Lin Shiyu, who was scolded, quickly frowned.

--Look, she is addicted to cheating, and she is really fickle.

--That's right, for such a shameless woman who likes to seduce men, she should be beaten!

For a while, everyone talked about it and blamed Lin Shiyu.

"Lin Shiyu" hooked her red lips, "Mr. Smithson, it seems that a husband is teaching his cheating wife a lesson over there. Let's not look at it. Aunt Su should have brought Xiao Shushu here."

Fu Qinglun looked over there, but the man blocked the pretty figure, so he couldn't see it.

The man saw that his performance was very successful, so he immediately rolled up his sleeves, "I will teach you a lesson today."

He raised his hand and slapped Lin Shiyu's face directly.

The rude palm wind came over, and Lin Shiyu's beautiful almond eyes suddenly turned cold. She wanted to make a move.

But the next second, a white and clean big hand came over like lightning, grabbed the man's wrist, and gently broke it.

Ah!

The man screamed like a pig being slaughtered, and his wrist had been broken.

Lin Shiyu raised her eyes, and Fu Qinglun's handsome face enlarged in her sight.

He's here.

Fu Qinglun pursed his thin lips into a cold arc, and his entire facial features exuded a gloomy and cold aura. He stretched out his hand and threw the man out.

With a "bang", the man fell to the ground, his four claws facing the sky, looking extremely embarrassed.

Fu Qinglun stood tall and long-legged, with one hand in his trouser pocket. He looked down at the man and said, "Men who beat women are really cowardly."

---Wow, Mr. Smithson is so handsome!

---Mr. Smithson is right, maybe it's because you like domestic violence that your wife went out to cheat!

The man's face turned red and white. He pointed at Fu Qinglun and cursed, "Who are you? Why do you care about our affairs? My wife is pretty. Do you like her?"

"I heard that you rich people like to keep other people's married women. Do you want to sleep with my wife?"

The man cursed very badly, and the onlookers began to whisper,

---Why does Mr. Smithson care about other people's affairs? He is so famous and powerful, but he actually protects a cheating woman.

---Does Mr. Smithson really like this woman?

Everyone began to speculate, and their suspicious eyes fell on Fu Qinglun and Lin Shiyu.

Fu Qinglun was unmoved, and he didn't even frown. His cold black eyes fell on Lin Shiyu's face.

A few seconds later, he ran forward and walked towards her.

The sight went dark, and he stopped in front of her.

Lin Shiyu trembled with her palm-leaf fan-like feathers, and saw the man in front of her take out his big hand from his trouser pocket. He slowly raised his hand to remove the black veil on her face.

His hand came closer to her, and then a little closer...

He touched the black veil on her face, and his warm fingertips brushed the delicate skin on her face intentionally or unintentionally.

Lin Shiyu felt that delicate skin was burning.

The girls around her were already exploding, and they were crying heartbreakingly---it was over, Mr. Smithson really fell in love with this woman!

The black veil on her face was about to be lifted, and at this moment, the voice of "Lin Shiyu" sounded in her ears, "Aunt Su, are you here?"

Lin Shiyu's heart tightened, and she quickly raised her eyes. Aunt Su came in with a stroller. That "Lin Shiyu" was already standing next to the stroller, reaching out to touch her little Shushu.

No!

Don't hurt her little Shushu!

Fu Qinglun also quickly withdrew his hand, and he pulled his long legs apart and walked over.

"Ms. Lin, little Shushu has woken up. He probably missed you, and his eyes are rolling." Aunt Su smiled.

"Lin Shiyu" reached out and teased Xiao Shushu's little face, and said softly, "Xiao Shushu, Mommy is here."

Xiao Shushu glanced at "Lin Shiyu" with his big black eyes, and quickly turned away, and he continued to look for Mommy.

"Lin Shiyu"'s eyes changed, but the smile on the corner of her mouth did not change. She reached out and picked up Xiao Shushu, "Come, Mommy hugs you."

"Lin Shiyu" held Xiao Shushu in her arms.

Wow.

Xiao Shushu suddenly burst into tears, and his little body kept twisting, trying to get rid of "Lin Shiyu"'s arms.

"Ah, Miss Lin, what's wrong, why is Xiao Shushu crying so sadly? Usually Xiao Shushu smiles when he sees you, why doesn't he want you now?" Aunt Su asked in confusion.

"Lin Shiyu" froze.

At this time, two white and clean big hands reached out, "Give it to me."

Fu Qinglun took Xiao Shushu.

"Son, why are you crying?" He lowered his handsome eyelids and looked at his baby son in his arms.

In his father's arms, Xiao Shushu opened his big black eyes, which were covered with tears. He pouted and sobbed, looking at his father, feeling very wronged and pitiful.

Xiao Shushu was a replica of Fu Qinglun, carved out of the same mold, but Xiao Shushu's eyes were especially like Lin Shiyu's.

Fu Qinglun's eyes darkened, and his mind was filled with the beautiful eyes he had just seen, which were also covered with tears.

His heart was about to break.

His woman was crying, and his son was crying.

His heart was aching, and his whole body was numb. This feeling was simply fatal.

Lin Shiyu looked at Xiao Shushu crying, and her whole heart was pulled up. She quickly ran forward and came to Fu Qinglun's side.

There was a special maternal softness and milk fragrance on his mother's body. Xiao Shushu smelled the smell, and his big black eyes quickly looked over.

Wow.

Xiao Shushu started crying again, twisting his little body while crying, and moved closer to Lin Shiyu.

Mommy, hug me.

Aunt Su was even more confused, "Miss Lin, what happened to Xiao Shushu today? He didn't want you to hold him, but wanted a stranger to hold him?"

"Lin Shiyu" was about to vomit blood in her heart. She didn't feel any pain when she pinched her nails into her hand. She had planned everything, but she didn't know that she would fall on Xiao Shushu all of a sudden?

This son is really a ghost.

What will happen when he grows up?

Now she didn't dare to show too much, for fear of being exposed.

She stretched out her little hand and grabbed Fu Qinglun, "Xiao Shushu may be scared, let's go back first."

Fu Qinglun didn't even look at her. He turned sideways and looked at Lin Shiyu, "Can I hold him?"

Lin Shiyu paused and nodded quickly.

Fu Qinglun handed Xiao Shushu in his arms to her.

"Lin Shiyu" froze, her face couldn't hold it anymore, it changed, what did he mean?

Did he... already suspect?

Little Shushu stopped crying quickly when he got into his mother's arms. His little head kept burrowing into his mother's arms and stuck to her arms.

Lin Shiyu raised her red lips, and her beautiful eyebrows softened. She knew that her son recognized her at a glance.

But the man next to her...

It was so disappointing!

Fu Qinglun looked at her, his eyes slowly moved down. She was changed into an ordinary black dress with a worn collar. Little Shushu rubbed against her arms, rubbing her collar a little crooked. His angle was just right to see her spring scenery inside.

What kind of delicate skin like solidified fat is hidden in the ordinary worn black dress, and it also exudes a lustrous luster. The chest line is full of ups and downs from top to bottom, and the lines are full and tight...

Fu Qinglun's eyes darkened and he quickly looked away.

He put his big hand into his trouser pocket. Damn it, he was easily ignited.

Just a glance.

"What's your name?" He asked in a low voice.

Xiao Shushu fell asleep quickly in his mother's arms. Lin Shiyu looked up at him.

Fu Qinglun also looked at her, "Why don't you speak?"

Lin Shiyu shook her head. She couldn't speak anymore.

Fu Qinglun's cold black eyes quickly accumulated a storm. His gaze fell from her red lips to her throat, and finally he hooked his thin crimson lips, with a chilling smile.