Chapter 127: Little Poor Master Fu
Jiang Ruan didn't speak for a long time, but a sense of indescribable restlessness suddenly rose in his heart.
Listening to the man's delicate and gentle voice, the boredom that was originally hanging in his throat disappeared in an instant.
She had no idea that things would turn this way.
I thought of many possibilities in my head, and the co-authors were all my own plays.
"Ruan Ruan, don't be angry with me, okay?"
Seeing that she didn't speak for a long time, Fu Chi couldn't relax, and her hands and feet were cold.
"I'm just worried that you're going to get into some trouble, she's going to do everything, I won't be next time......"
"Fu Chi."
Jiang Ruan breathed a sigh of relief.
Straightened up and looked up at him.
The man's eyes were a little dark, his crimson lips were tightly pursed, and all his nervous thoughts were unobstructed.
Jiang Ruan suddenly laughed.
Wild and charming eyes swayed with intoxicating amorousness, she tilted her head, and the corners of her mouth seemed to be smiling: "You are so nervous about me? ”
Let's be honest.
It's an amazing feeling.
Anyone who knows her probably treats her as a rough man, and they don't worry about this kind of problem at all, thinking that she is omnipotent and doesn't need to be cared for too carefully.
Let her grow wild alone.
There is only one Fu Chi.
Think of her as an ordinary little girl who needs protection.
Fu Chi stared at the girl's ruffian eyebrows, and his breathing was much lighter.
He lowered his eyes and slowly responded.
"Hmm."
The man's cautious appearance made Jiang Ruan feel a little guilty, and he inexplicably felt that he had bullied him.
She smiled and said, "Give it to me." ”
Fu Chi raised his eyes to look at her and raised his hand obediently.
Jiang Ruan handed him the cake box in his hand.
smiled: "Don't waste what you give you." ”
After saying that, regardless of the man's expression, she turned around and opened the door and went home.
Fu Chi stood at the door.
Stared at her door for a long time.
Finally, he lowered his eyelashes and looked at the delicate cake box in his hand.
Good for a while.
He raised his hand to cover his eyes, and a low laugh escaped from his throat.
Not to feel like Atlas any longer.
She already cared a little about him.
He was sure.
**
The next day.
Jiang Ruan got up, sat cross-legged on the bed and wandered for two minutes, then he eased up, got out of bed, washed, and changed his clothes.
Out.
Just closed the door.
She noticed a brown paper ribbon with a logo on the doorknob, which was the breakfast shop she usually ate.
Slender eyebrows raised.
She took it off and opened it and looked at it, a cup of sweet soy milk, and a box of custard packets.
Something suddenly occurred to her, and she licked her lips and smiled.
Without hesitation, I went directly to the sixth floor with the package.
Standing in front of Door 601, there was a knock on the door.
There was the sound of rapid footsteps inside.
The next second, the door opened.
The man was still wearing a foreign dress, and a pair of Danfeng eyes were restrained and gentle.
Probably in a hurry to open the door, not wearing glasses.
"Nguyen Nguyen."
"You bought it for me?" Jiang Ruan shook the bag and raised his tone lightly.
Fu Chi's thin lips tightened, "Hmm." ”
"What are you buying this for?"
The man lowered his eyes, soft and obedient: "Apologize, I'm afraid you're still angry." ”
The corners of Jiang Ruan's mouth couldn't help but pick: "Why don't you send an apology in face?" ”
Fu Chi hesitated for a moment, and tightened his hand holding the doorknob: "I'm afraid you're still angry, I may affect your mood early in the morning." ”
“……”
Jiang Ruan couldn't say a word.
I just felt my heart being critted.
No matter how cold and hard the heart is, it can be a soft mess.
She coughed lightly, almost unable to control the expression on her face, and asked seriously, "You are very lacking in love?" So afraid that I will ignore you? ”
His beautiful eyes looked at her intently, making Jiang Ruan inexplicably feel clean and wet, like a misty day after the rain, clear and comfortable.
"I'm afraid.".
He was afraid that she would ignore him.