Act like a spoiled brat every day

Chapter 13 I Reasonably Suspect He's Hacking Me

Fu Qi is my biggest black fan
——I want to poke him with a carrot every day
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The paper is clean, but slightly wrinkled, probably because it is often taken out for inspection, and there are some old marks on the corners.

She stared at the rabbit drawn on the paper, and nodded with relief.

Although his painting skills need to be refined, it seems that Fu Qi is not bad...

Then after a few seconds, she suddenly realized something.

Wait, God of the Moon?
Jiujiu belatedly pointed at himself, then blinked blankly.

Fu Qi painted this, is it her?
This uglier rabbit is her!

Shock the world, my shelduck, this is too scary, too scary.

So in Fu Qi's eyes, gods look like this!
Ji Jiujiu: →_→

Unknowing cub, I reasonably suspect that he is blackmailing me!
*
Fu Qi woke up refreshed. As soon as he opened his eyes, he saw Ji Jiujiu standing in the bathroom, staring at the mirror expressionlessly.

The young man clasped the edge of the sofa with his slender finger bones and stood up. The light blue veins on the back of his white hands were obvious. He looked at Ji Jiujiu standing there like a ghost, coughed twice, and asked her in a hoarse voice.

"……what are you doing there."

Ji Jiujiu turned his face slowly, held up the piece of paper, and simultaneously lifted it to his own little face.

She looked at him with an innocent and sad expression, her clear eyes were slightly tangled, and after a long while, she asked, "Fu Xiaoqi, am I ugly?"

Fu Qi was taken aback for a moment, probably because he didn't expect to face such a proposition when he woke up: "..."

But he squinted his eyes slightly, and soon realized what Ji Jiujiu was holding in his hand. The boy's pupils shrank, and he raised his hand to touch the glittering earrings on his ears, his pupils darkened: "...you are here Where did you find it?"

"It's right there, in the crack of the bed," Ji Jiujiu came over, pointed in a certain direction, and felt curious again, "Nowadays, there are very few people worshiping the God of the Moon, how do you know there is such a god? the duck?"

The little girl came over very naturally, hugged the boy's waist with her small hands, rested her chin on the other's shoulder, and rubbed softly.

Fu Qi put the white paper away as if holding a baby, and Ji Jiujiu hugged Qingjun's slender figure softly. The boy froze for a moment, and then quickly returned to normal.

It was rare for him to be hugged by someone with a good temper, and he lowered his eyes to cover the surging waves in his pupils.

It's strange that the little girl behind him hugged him very skillfully and naturally, but he also seemed to have been hugged by her countless times, his mood was calm and indifferent, and he even raised his hand subconsciously so that her little paws could come over.

The boy's throat tightened, and when he mentioned grandma, he seemed a little uneasy and irritable. Fu Qi breathed heavily, and said coldly, "This has nothing to do with you."

His eyelashes were lowered, and there was a trace of cold dryness in his eyes.

Ji Jiujiu had her own plan, she tilted her head slightly, and intertwined her white and soft fingertips in front of his lower abdomen, "Fu Qi, is your grandma in the hospital?"

Fu Qi gritted his teeth, "Ji Jiujiu, don't ask this."

Teenagers are sensitive and fragile, and there is often a point in their hearts that is the most untouchable. Fu Qi has tasted the warmth and coldness of the world at an age when others are flamboyant. His protective ability is stronger than others .

Ji Jiujiu was silent for two seconds.

She opened her mouth and was about to say something when the boy's cell phone rang on the coffee table.

Fu Qi got up with a cold expression, casually picked up the phone, and glanced at the caller ID.

Afraid of what to come.

The young man's deep eyebrows were lightly drawn into the thin mist, and he was suffocated for half a second before he tried his best to steady his mind, answered the phone, and spoke.

"……Hey."

Ji Jiujiu was dangling Xiaobai Jioya on the sofa, looking innocently at his back in a daze, the cute snow-white little rabbit ears slowly poked out, leaning slightly towards Fu Qi's direction.

The phone hung up quickly, and Ji Jiujiu quickly raised his claws to press his little ears back, and smiled obediently.

Fu Qi: "..."

The boy's eyes were filled with complex and fragile emotions.

But soon, he returned to his usual cold and ruthless mood.

Ji Jiujiu faintly felt something was wrong, stretched out his hand, gently tugged at the corner of his clothes, and tentatively asked, "... Fu Xiaoqi?"

"Ji Jiujiu."

He frowned and looked over.

Ji Jiujiu obediently raised her little paw, and said crisply, "Yes!"

"packing luggage."

*
Fu Qi's grandmother lives in the hospital in the next city, not for any reason, but because the medical care there is more developed than that in Jiangcheng.

It was already the afternoon of the second day when we arrived at the hospital. After Fu Qi placed Ji Jiujiu in place, he ran up and down dragging his still-not-completely recovered body.

His grandmother's condition suddenly deteriorated, and the doctor issued a critical illness notice this time.

When Dr. An called him, Fu Qi felt that the whole world was shaken. His first reaction was to come to see her alone.

But Ji Jiujiu has zero life skills, and in Jiangcheng alone, she has a great chance of starving herself to death.

The little girl was sitting there obediently waiting for Fu Qi, but seeing his pale and flustered expression, Ji Jiujiu stretched out her claws, grabbed the corner of his clothes, and said softly, "...you take me .”

Fu Qi's grandmother went to the operating room twice in two days. Fu Qi finally paid the fee and went upstairs panting, clutching his stomach, but the light at the door of the operating room was still on.

"do not."

The boy was propping up the wall with one hand, his eyes were red, he didn't know whether it was because he was tired or because he was afraid.

Ji Jiujiu clutched the corner of his clothes silently.

Then she thought of something, and she took out the ugly rabbit painted by Fu Qi from her small pocket.

She pulled Fu Qi, sat down at the door of the operating room, and comforted softly: "Fu Xiaoqi, it's okay."

Ji Jiujiu flattened the ugly rabbit for him to see, and then told him firmly: "Fu Qi, you believe me, only Yue is here, she will let your grandma be fine."

Fu Qi: "..."

This little fortune-teller said it was as if Zhiyue had really come.

But the strange thing is that after being comforted by Ji Jiujiu, he suddenly calmed down a lot.

The operation was painful and long. After waiting for a while, Ji Jiujiu leaned on his shoulder and closed his eyes lightly.

"..."

It's been a long time since I've done such serious business.

Strange hand born.

The young man looked down at her, his loose expression was slightly warm, he couldn't help but raised his fingers and pinched the other's tender cheeks, and when he withdrew his hand, he found that the little girl's fair face was soaked with fine and thin sweat.

He frowned.

The air-conditioning in the hospital was very cold. He felt cold even wearing a fake two-piece sweater. Ji Jiujiu wore a thin sweater. The fabric was so thin that the little girl's white and tender paws were so cold. chills.

At this temperature, why is she sweating?

...frozen?
The boy casually wiped the sweat from Ji Jiujiu's forehead.

next second.

Ji Jiujiu slowly opened his eyes.

At the same time, the lights in the operating room dimmed.

　Good night~
　　Ask for a ticket!

　　
　
(End of this chapter)