The two were talking, and unconsciously, Ruan Jiaojiao forgot to mention the divorce for a while.

Maybe it's not forgetting, but subconsciously feeling that it's not necessary.

Fu Qiran would not let her go, all her struggles were in vain.

Instead of refuting Fu Qiran again and again, it is better to accept him little by little.

Since the plot can be changed, she is also confident that she will not be killed by Fu Qiran.

In the same way, she wouldn't let him die for that almost vexatious reason.

He should live in this world well, enjoy life well, and finally go to bed.

Thinking of this, Ruan Jiaojiao inexplicably relaxed a lot.

Ruan Jiaojiao, who had strong mood swings, felt a little sleepy unconsciously.

She let out a big yawn, and her eyelids began to fight.

Fu Qiran chuckled and said, "Jiaojiao, I'll take you to rest." ”

Ruan Jiaojiao shook her head and stood up on the table.

"I'll go by myself."

She said and staggered upstairs.

Fu Qiran looked at her back, his eyes sank.

The light hit him, reflected on his face, half shadow, half light.

The right hand was dripping with blood, and the blood stained the floor red, and under the illumination of this light, it looked a little weird.

It wasn't until Ruan Jiaojiao's back disappeared around the corner of the stairs that he sighed faintly.

"Jiaojiao."

A murmur resounded in the hall, full of possessiveness and suppressed madness.

The butler came out of the darkness and cried out worriedly.

"Young Master."

Fu Qiran glanced at him coldly.

"Housekeeper, why does Jiaojiao want to divorce me?"

He doesn't understand and can't understand.

The word "divorce" stirred his nerves and made him no longer at peace.

The words that were said in front of Ruan Jiaojiao were only temporary comfort.

He hid all his doubts in his heart, and only poured them out when she couldn't see them.

The housekeeper sighed and said, "Young Master, the young lady is an independent person, although she looks well-behaved and sweet, her temperament is harder than anyone else. ”

"She has what she insists on, and your control, young master, is a burden for her."

It's also a signal.

No one willingly gets controlled by another person.

Fu Qiran's eyes flashed slightly, and his Adam's apple rolled up and down.

"I see."

He replied lightly.

As for what he knows and what he will do in the future, that is not something that the housekeeper can know.

"Let Xia Youzhi come here." Fu Qiran said again.

"Yes." The housekeeper answered and stepped aside to contact Xia Youzhi.

Half an hour later, Xia Youzhi hurried to the Fu family's villa.

When he saw Fu Qiran's hand that was still bleeding and had not been treated simply, his eyes widened, and he walked up to him quickly and said, "You don't want to die?" ”

Fu Qiran glanced at him coldly.

Xia You paused, no longer spoke, but quickly helped Fu Qiran to deal with his wounds.

Some small fragments pierced Fu Qiran's skin, and Xia Youzhi had to be careful and careful to pick them out.

Fu Qiran's eyes lowered, looking at Xia Youzhi, who had picked out a small glass shard for himself, and suddenly said, "Jiaojiao, she saw that my hand was bleeding, but she didn't help me bandage it. ”

So he didn't take care of the wound himself either.

Xia Youzhi's hand paused, and he sighed helplessly.