The face of the person behind changed, and Chen Mian suddenly reacted.

"Not good, the young master is inside!"

Fu Yechuan's expression was shocked.

He looked over with a cold look.

Chen Mian's face turned pale: "You said you shouldn't let him come out. After the tribute, I asked the young master to go to play by himself. When the young master was tired, I asked him to sleep here, but I didn't light the fire and didn't close the door..."

What he said in a hurry, no one could listen to it.

Fu Yechuan looked at the top with a pale face, his whole body tense.

"Sun Nan, come down quickly..."

He gritted his teeth.

Knowing that someone might have intentionally created a chaos or crisis.

But the purpose is definitely not to involve Su Nan.

Su Nan's face was pale, and the wind blew over, making her clothes rush.

She brushed a strand of hair hanging from the corner of her mouth, and was hanged down again with her breathing.

Fortunately, it went smoothly, so I jumped off the railing and breathed a sigh of relief.

Don't dare to look below.

She opened the window from outside and the smoke inside was radiating.

Sure enough, a child was kneeling in front of the window, his eyes were red, and he was crying so hard that he couldn't breathe, but he couldn't make any sound.

His poor appearance made people feel pity, and his breathing began to weaken.

If Su Nan didn't save him, he would probably be suffocated by the smoke.

She paused, as if she had seen him.

He was the child who played with Su Lin at school that day.

Fu Yechuan's son.

She didn't have time to think too much, so she reached out and spoke softly:

"Come on, give me your hand."

Fu Yunche seemed to cry so hard that he lost all his strength. He didn't expect someone to save him.

He silently shouted help in it many times, and Daddy many times, but no one came.

Looking at Su Nan, he seemed to see a savior.

He stretched out his hands, Su Nan picked him up vigorously and carried him out of the window.

Fu Yechuan's people have already gone in to put out the fire.

A high ladder was also placed on the balcony.

Someone is holding it down below.

It's Fu Yechuan.

He looked at the balcony, his eyes following Su Nan.

"Come down, be careful..."

Su Nan held the child and couldn't go down, so he could only let him go down first.

The child cried so hard that he didn't even have the strength to do it, the key was that there was no sound.

Leaning on the ladder, trembling.

Fu Yechuan frowned, with a bit of impatient coldness:

"Why are you crying?"

Chen Mian glanced at him, quickly climbed up by himself, clamped Fu Yunche on his arm, and slowly hugged him down.

"Young Master, I'm not afraid anymore, it's all my fault."

He is really scared.

Although Fu Yechuan doesn't like this son.

But after all, he is the eldest grandson of the Fu family, so his status is naturally different.

If something happens, he can't afford it.

Su Nan got off the ladder and someone helped him in the last square.

The person standing there was Fu Yechuan, but Su Jin took him there.

She breathed a sigh of relief.

Su Jin patted the dust on her clothes:

"Is it okay?"

Su Nan shook her head.

Someone had already picked up Su Nan's high heels.

Just as Fu Yechuan was about to take it, Su Jin took it first.

He breathed a sigh of relief and placed it at Su Nan's feet:

"Impulse, I'm lucky this time, and next time, can you be so lucky?"

Su Nan also felt scared.

Fortunately, the fire was not big and did not involve the room next to it.

Otherwise, she would be trapped inside herself.

She frowned slightly and looked at Fu Yechuan:

"Mr. Fu, today is the old man's day, you can really make trouble!"

Fu Yechuan didn't say anything, and stood there silently:

"Thank you."

Su Nan pursed her lips, "Forget it, it's getting late, let's go back?"

Su Jin nodded.

He immediately said goodbye to Fu Yechuan.

The slender figure left, Fu Yechuan's face turned gloomy, and he stood there as if he was not close to him.

Fu Yingying came out of the building in front and watched this scene:

"What's going on?"

Fu Yechuan glanced at her coldly, and his tone was filled with a cold chill:

"You'd better have nothing to do with this matter, otherwise..."

Fu Yingying was furious when she heard it:

"Otherwise, what? Am I not miserable enough? If it weren't for grandpa's funeral, would you have to lock me up for the rest of your life!"

The people around him dispersed one after another.

The fire was extinguished.

In the garden ahead, many people who participated saw this scene.

Fu Yechuan didn't say anything and turned around silently.

Instruct Chen Mian:

"Investigate the cause."

Chen Mian nodded.

Fu Yunche was sent to the hospital just now, but he did not go with him without Fu Yechuan's consent.

Lin Chu walked down softly from the front and held Lingo's arm:

"Brother, let's go and comfort Mr. Fu?"

Ringo pursed his lips and sniffed:

"Forget it, I'm angry, what's the use of comforting me?"

"On the head of anger?"

Lin Chu frowned, puzzled, shouldn’t it be a time to be sad?

Ringo said, "Let's go."

“Don’t you say hello?”
To be continued...