After wearing books, I married a sick villain

Chapter 424 I'm sick, not just physically
"Mr. Fu." Ruan Jiaojiao explained, "Just now I was talking with Ke Zixuan in the coffee shop."

"Ke Zixuan is the original author of the novel "Dragon Teng". I have a lot of dark lines and branch lines that I don't understand, so I want to ask him for advice."

Listening to Ruan Jiaojiao's explanation, Fu Qiran turned around slowly.

His hair was neatly combed, but for some reason, some loose hair on his forehead partially covered his eyes.

Under the sword eyebrows are those eyes as deep as a cold pool.

He didn't speak, or even move.

Ruan Jiaojiao took two steps forward and continued, "Because it's a matter of work, I didn't report it to Mr. Fu."

She pursed her lips, "I think Mr. Fu should trust me."

Fu Qiran hooked his lips.

He took a step.

The leather shoes made a crisp and loud sound when they stepped on the floor.

The light hit him, but people couldn't see his facial expression clearly.

After walking to the side of the sofa, Fu Qiran stopped suddenly.

He threw the phone on the sofa and tugged at his tie with his left hand.

The air conditioner in the room was very strong, and he was only wearing a black shirt.

The black tie is tied on top of the black shirt, which looks a bit serious and old-fashioned.

But now, because of Fu Qiran's action, the seriousness and rigidity that had been disguised suddenly disappeared.

Fu Qiran casually tore off the tie and threw it on the sofa.

The tie floated down on the phone, half covering the screen of the phone.

"I do trust Jiaojiao."

Of course he knew that nothing would happen between Ruan Jiaojiao and that man named Ke Zixuan.

But knowing is one thing, how to do it is another.

"But Jiaojiao doesn't seem to understand me very well."

Fu Qiran unbuttoned the first two buttons of his shirt with one hand, revealing his sexy Adam's apple.

The clavicle is also faintly visible.

Ruan Jiaojiao looked at Fu Qiran in a daze, not understanding what he meant.

"Mr. Fu?"

She called out.

Fu Qiran put one hand in his pocket and started walking.

"I've always indulged Jiaojiao."

He approaches her.

Ruan Jiaojiao retreated subconsciously.

"That's why Jiaojiao forgot that you belong to me."

The closer he got, the more Ruan Jiaojiao retreated.

In just a few words, Ruan Jiaojiao was already unable to retreat.

She leaned against the door, the cold and hard door seemed to remind her of something.

"Every cell, from the body to the blood vessels, belongs to me."

Fu Qiran put one hand on the door, and surrounded Ruan Jiaojiao under his body.

He lowered his head and stared at her with deep eyes.

"Of course I know Jiaojiao won't have anything to do with other men."

His other hand gently stroked Ruan Jiaojiao's cheek.

It's cold, without any warmth.

"But Jiaojiao didn't have anything to do with me."

A simple kiss could no longer satisfy him.

He yearns for closer contact, for a deeper understanding.

"Why doesn't Jiaojiao understand my thoughts?"

He approached her, spraying his warm breath on her face, carrying his breath, he invaded her world forcefully and domineeringly.

Ruan Jiaojiao turned her head, almost daring not to look at Fu Qiran.

"I……"

She pursed her lips, which were a little pale.

"Actually, there's something I haven't told you."

Fu Qiran laughed lowly, and there was a bit of indescribable meaning in the laughter.

"I'm not just physically sick."

His fingertips were on her lips.

"Psychology too."

(End of this chapter)