Kuai Chuan Ancestor: Paranoid villain is addicted to pets

Chapter 73 Delicate cannon fodder vs gloomy disabled boss 73
"Let's go back to the old house tonight. Grandpa will be very happy to know that you have recovered." An Qing looked up at him and suggested.

Fu Jingchen's complexion sank, and he shook his head, "it's not the time yet."

He had just crippled Fu Mingkun's son's legs, and now if he knew that his legs had recovered, he would definitely go crazy.

"Then...you still need to use a wheelchair during this time?"

"Ah."

"Alright." An Qing thought about Fu Jingchen's current situation and nodded.

weekend.

early morning.

After An Qing took a shower, she went downstairs to have breakfast with her wet hair.

Fu Jingchen, who came out of the bedroom, frowned slightly when he saw her appearance.

"Why don't you blow dry your hair?"

Will this little girl take care of herself? I don't know if it's easy to get a headache if you don't dry your hair after washing it.

"I'm lazy." An Qing said confidently.

As soon as she sat down and picked up the spoon to drink soup, Fu Jingchen came to her side in a wheelchair and held her hand domineeringly, "come with me."

"What are you doing?" An Qing was pulled into the elevator by him with a puzzled expression.

"Blow your hair."

"It's okay."

"No."

Fu Jingchen took her to the bathroom and picked up the hair dryer to blow her hair.

His slender, white fingers stroked the girl's black and smooth hair, and his eyes gradually softened.

"They all said no more."

An Qing sat on the stool enduring her hunger, puffed her cheeks, and muttered.

After blowing her hair, Fu Jingchen tied her hair with a headband.

His movements were clumsy but gentle, for fear of hurting her.

An Qing looked at Fu Jingchen's cold, ascetic and cautious appearance in the mirror, a smile appeared on the corner of her mouth.

No matter how high and cold the iceberg is, it didn't turn into Ruo Zhirou because of her.

"Thanks husband."

With her hair tied up, An Qing turned around and hugged his narrow waist.

She leaned against his chest with her small face up, and the dark bangs on her forehead lined her face as beautiful as jade.

"You are welcome, we are husband and wife."

Fu Jingchen tapped the tip of his nose.

"Come on, let's eat."

He wanted to leave, but An Qing didn't let go.

"what happened?"

"I want to kiss my husband." An Qing slightly pursed her pink lips.

Fu Jingchen looked at her small mouth, his eyes darkened a little, and the roots of his ears became hot again.

"Stop messing around, get up and go eat."

"No, no, I won't afford it if my husband doesn't kiss me."

An Qing hugged his waist and swayed, playing a rogue.

Fu Jingchen had no choice but to bow his head and kiss her lips lightly.

But An Qing couldn't be satisfied with just tasting it, and hugged his neck to deepen the kiss.

Fu Jingchen's ear roots are getting hotter and hotter, and redness spreads to his cheeks.

After the kiss, Fu Jingchen's face was flushed red as if scalded by steam.

"Come on, let's go eat."

An Qing said, got up and pushed him downstairs.

"Oh, master, do you have a fever again? Why is your face so red?" Auntie exclaimed when she saw Fu Jingchen's face.

"No."

Fu Jingchen's eyes flickered in panic, and his eyelids lowered.

An Qing laughed out loud, "Auntie, don't worry, he doesn't have a fever, he just..."

Just as she was about to say that he was just shy, Fu Jingchen stared at him angrily. She pursed her lips and closed her mouth with a smile.

After dinner.

Fu Jingchen sent An Qing to school and went to the company.

Not long after An Qing entered the school gate, she was dragged aside by An Xue.

She was stunned for a moment when she saw his pale face, black eyes, and messy hair.

(End of this chapter)