After returning, I became a cannon fodder-level vicious female supporting role

Cui Rou met her gaze and looked over. She raised her head and was silent for a moment.

"Boss Fu, even though you say that, I feel more like I owe a favor. But..."

She changed the subject.

"In the future, maybe when you need my help, I will do my best."

Hearing this, Fu Chenxiao stared at her with thick black eyes. He had never stared at a woman like this before, but maybe he was still drunk, maybe the smell of coffee was a bit tainted, anyway, he stood where he was.

"You really have clear boundaries."

A bit of teasing laziness spread from top to bottom.

Facing the teasing, Cui Rou smiled, "Isn't that bad?"

"pretty good."

Fu Chenxiao raised his eyebrows slightly: "Then what would you do if I didn't take that piece of ink?"

Cui Rou: "Go and deal with the person you're photographing, just like me and you."

Fu Chenxiao laughed when he heard the words, and the icy breath dissipated a bit, "It's back again. If this is the case, then I must assign you to do something."

"What, just say it."

"With that ink, help me draw a cluster of black roses."

Cui Rou saw that he had turned away as he spoke and couldn't see his eyes, but she still thought of those roses in the night in the garden of Fu's old house for a moment.

Such a warm and bright rose.

Under the black ink, how can it have its brilliance.

She told the truth, "But my drawing skills are not very good."

With his back facing her, Fu Chenxiao said in a deep and gentle voice, "What does it matter, just draw it."

Cui Rou suddenly understood that no matter how gorgeous the flower was, it would lose its color without the owner.

At least in his mind, so.

She should come down, "Okay."

After returning to the room, after a while, Yingbo brought the piece of ancient ink over.

After Cui Rou took a bath, she didn't rush to summon Linghu, but spread out the white paper first, and tried to draw the clusters of bright red roses in her imagination.

Although lost color.

But in her works, these ink-colored flowers are still full of vitality.

That's what Fu Chenxiao thought when he saw it.

He had taken a shower, his hair was still wet, and he was leaning back on the sofa, with the computer aside, his whole body was tired and cold.

Most of the indifference dissipated in the wet breath.

He stared at the drawing paper, with strong eyebrows and a little smile.

Exquisite eyebrows and thick contours, like a landscape with thick ink and colors, are even more stunning.

The smile spread.

He looked up at Cui Rou.

There were water droplets on the wet hair, and he blinked half-blinkingly, and said in a low voice, "The painting is very good, thank you."

Taking advantage of the situation, he lowered his eyebrows and put away the drawing paper.

Seeing this, Cui Rou was amazed at his appearance.

When he smiles, it's just amazing.

Like the most ardent flower blooming on the desert cliffs, it is dangerous and unique, but it attracts people to move forward without hesitation.

Pulling the desire of the heart.

Cui Rou was disturbed by this kind of thinking several times, she calmed down, and her thoughts slightly retracted, "Blow dry your hair and get a needle."

"Okay, wait for me."

Fu Chenxiao got up and pulled a drawer, which contained a photo album.

He put the black rose in the photo album.

When I was young, I didn't like to take pictures. My parents forced me to take pictures.

He stroked the photo album with his slender fingers, and after a moment of thought, he closed the photo album and put it back in the drawer.

Went to the bathroom to dry my hair.

He turned around and found that Cui Rouwai was leaning on the sofa and seemed to be a little asleep.

She seemed to be always on the run, exhausted.

Pale and thin, yet full of unyielding vitality.

Fu Chenxiao didn't disturb her, he sat on the other side, took the computer and continued to process the documents.

Time passed by minute by minute.

Cui Rou woke up suddenly.

Seeing Fu Chenxiao sitting on the sofa on the other side, he remembered that he hadn't had the needle yet, and fell asleep just like that.

Simply incredible.

She rubbed her temples and said, "Sorry."

Take the silver needle and start preparing.

Fu Chenxiao seemed to be aware of her reaction, "My room has meditation incense, so you can easily fall asleep when you are tired and relaxed."

Cui Rou knew that there was incense in the room, "What about you?"

Fu Chenxiao stretched his body and took off his large nightgown, "I'm used to it, it doesn't seem to help much."

Cui Rou took the needle and was about to prick it, "Maybe it's a long-term allergic reaction, causing restlessness and energy exhaustion. After this disease is cured, maybe everything will be cured."

"Then borrow your auspicious words."

……

Cui Rou went out from Fu Chenxiao's room after getting the needle, and found that the little friend Peng Shanshan was not asleep, and was quietly rubbing his eyes by the door.

There are tears in the corners of the eyes.

Obviously very sleepy and scared, but dare not cry loudly like a child.

Just stay here and wait for her.

Seeing this, Cui Rou knelt down, inexplicably startled, and asked him, "What's wrong?"

Hearing her voice, Peng Shanshan couldn't help tears streaming down his face, "Sister, I had a nightmare. I dreamed that my parents didn't want me anymore, and everyone didn't want me anymore. I was locked up again, and I was smelly. I was very hungry. No one played with me. There was only a dog that no one wanted. It also stinks. It licked me and bit me when it was hungry..."

In the dream, he was abandoned by everyone.

In the dream, I was torn apart by stray dogs.

What a frightening dream.

Cui Rou hugged him and comforted him softly, imitating the gentleness of the dean's mother when she was a child, "Don't be afraid, don't be afraid, dreams are reversed. You have many people who like you here, you have teachers and classmates. You are not alone. Remember, you are not alone."

She stroked the child's head and comforted him softly.

It seems to think of my own childhood.

When I was so desperate and helpless, I met the warm embrace and redemption.

"Sleep with me tonight."

Fu Chenxiao stood by the door. He didn't know when he came out. His straight body was slightly bent, and he spoke in a low voice.

Cui Rou looked sideways and was stunned for a moment.

Seeing this, Fu Chenxiao raised his brows slightly, and a surprised smile appeared in the corner of his eyes.

Subconsciously reached out to tap her forehead, and said, what are you thinking.

But when the hand was a few minutes away from her forehead, it suddenly stopped and touched Peng Shanshan's head instead.

"Sleep with uncle, okay?"

Peng Shanshan's small face was chubby, with tears hanging down his face pitifully, and he nodded vigorously when he saw this, "Well, sleep with my brother."

He came out of Cui Rou's arms and hugged Fu Chenxiao's thigh.

Looking at Cui Rou again, "Sister, can I sleep with my brother?"

When Cui Rou thought about her actions just now, she felt a sense of time travel. In such a situation, she treated herself as a child, causing a misunderstanding.

It's embarrassing.

For the first time, she didn't have a calm attitude, and wanted to disappear from here quickly, so she replied: "Of course."

"I'll leave it to you, kid."

Then escape downstairs.

Fu Chenxiao looked at the back of her leaving, feeling strange and rare.

Suddenly bowed his head again, "Why are you called brother all of a sudden?"

Peng Shanshan looked up at him, forgetting the horrible dream, and said cutely, "Because I think you and my sister are very suitable. I learned the salutation song today. Uncle and sister are not worthy."