Quick Transmigration: The Villain’s Sweet Wife

The man was dressed in a white coat, and underneath was a beautifully tailored suit and pants. He walked gracefully and calmly, not hurriedly.

That Ruyu's face was gentle and dust-free, better than a woman but not showing femininity, just rightly delicate.

Kwon Na looked at him and looked at him carefully.

There was a moment of infatuation.

Fu Qingyan's ink-colored pupils reflected Quan Nai's outline, and his slender eyelashes cast a gray shadow on his face, indifferent and gentle, like yarn and mist.

After a series of routine checks, the time passed every minute.

In the ward, Quan Nai was bored in every way, and reached out to pick up Fu Qingyan's name badge.

The man who had leaned over for examination raised his eyes slightly, his thick and tight long eyelashes trembling regularly.

Soon, Yingrun's white fingertips pinched the breastplate, avoided Kwon Nai's hand, and gently tugged.

The breastplate slipped away from Kwonna's soft hands.

The girl blinked her beautiful eyes, held the man's hand that hadn't let go of her breastplate, and made a pose to see more clearly.

When the hands touched, the fire and ice passed.

The man's hands were cold, like frost that had been in the freezer for months.

Kwon Na couldn't help but shudder, and shook his head, "cold ice cube."

Fu Qingyan lowered his eyes, and the light in the ward shone on his white face.

Half of that beautiful face that is not like a mortal thing is softened by the light, and the other half is gloomy and cold because of being immersed in the back where the light can't reach.

There was a muffled voice in his voice, intertwined with coldness, "Don't move."

"Doctor Fu."

Kwonna opened his bright eyes and stared at him for a moment.

She just woke up, her body was still a little weak.

Even the voice is soft, without much strength.

There is no offensive power.

The white hand poked the man's wrist, then pulled the corner of his white coat and shook it.

She went on, "The doctors are kind, and the patients should be supported if they are in difficulties."

Fu Qingyan withdrew his hand, put the stethoscope away and hung it around the white swan neck, his cold eyes filled with thick ink.

"This is Fu's duty."

After speaking, he took a few steps back, nothing out of the ordinary.

"You can leave the hospital."

The girl's hand moved away from him, squinting slightly, her beautiful teeth biting her lower lip.

"Can Doctor Fu move to my house?"

The voice of the girl is naturally attractive, and the speed of her speech is also slow and tickle.

She spoke word by word, slowly.

"I have a bed at home."

"..."

"There are people in my house."

"..."

"Very well-behaved person."

"..."

Kwon Nai still half-closed her beautiful water eyes, her chin slightly raised, and her rosy lips curled slightly from the bite.

Like a sly cat, tempting people to smooth the hair.

Fu Qingyan helped to remove the delicate gold frame glasses on the bridge of his nose, his eyes were dim and his voice was cold and distant.

"If there is nothing wrong, when Mr. Ji comes back, you can go through the discharge formalities."

"Don't think about it, Doctor Fu?"

Quan Nai didn't seem to be so persistent either. She kept a distance from Fu Qingyan very obediently, but her eyes were hanging down to make her look wronged.

Very pitiful.

The man's voice was still gentle and distant, and he nodded slightly, "I still have things to do."

Fu Qingyan could see the foul hand on the doorknob of the ward, and gently pushed it down, and the door opened.

Make a squeaking sound.

he's gone.

Kwon Nai's eyes were still gleaming, and the corners of her lips curled up slightly.

There was an unexplained smile in the bottom of his eyes.