The Death of Yu 'an 8

"Looks like Miss Fu didn't like the roast. Let me do it."Wen Tingyun cooked a skewer of chicken gizzards and handed it to Fu Yu 'an.

"Miss Wen specially baked it for you. Take it."Lan Yaqin urged Fu An.

For the first time, Fu Yu 'an didn't listen to his mother. He stood there without moving.

"Yu 'an, what's wrong with you?" Lan Yaqin was a little anxious.

I'm allergic to chicken." Fu Yu 'an said with his head lowered. His voice was a little hoarse, and he seemed to be in a bad mood.

Fu Qingji suddenly looked up. He felt that Fu Yu 'an's words sounded familiar.

Because Fu Ting had once picked prawns for him, he had given Fu Ting an excuse of being allergic to prawns in order to embarrass her.

Fu Yu 'an was not allergic to chicken, so he was obviously trying to help Fu Ting out by saying that.

Such a comparison made Fu Qingji's heart choke.