A few minutes later, Fu Qiran spoke again: "The other one." ”

"Mr. Fu, in fact, I'll just soak in hot water." Ruan Jiaojiao said.

"The other one." Fu Qiran repeated again.

Ruan Jiaojiao could only take off her other high heels.

Fu Qiran put her left foot on his lap, reached out and held her right foot and kneaded it gently.

After a few minutes, he looked up at Ruan Jiaojiao and asked, "Are you more comfortable?" ”

"Uh-huh!" Ruan Jiaojiao nodded again and again, and the shallow pear vortex on her face looked very cute.

Fu Qiran let go of Ruan Jiaojiao and let her sit on the sofa temporarily.

"I'll get you a pair of slippers."

He stood up and took the slippers that the butler had prepared.

He put the slippers in front of Ruan Jiaojiao and personally squatted down to help her put on the slippers.

Ruan Jiaojiao stood up and stepped on it.

"Mr. Fu, these slippers are very comfortable."

"Hmm." Fu Qiran responded, "Do you want to soak in hot water again?" ”

"Uh-huh!" Ruan Jiaojiao still thinks it's better to soak in hot water.

Fu Qiran lowered his head slightly, looked at the calves that were still a little red, and said in a deep voice: "Go upstairs to soak?" ”

Ruan Jiaojiao nodded and responded.

In the next second, Fu Qiran actually stopped her waist and hugged her.

The sudden feeling of weightlessness made Ruan Jiaojiao hurriedly hug Fu Qiran's neck.

The corners of Fu Qiran's mouth raised, and there was a trace of fluctuation in his eyes that were as deep as the sea.

"I'll carry you up."

As he spoke, he went upstairs.

During this time, he rested well, his old illness did not occur, and his health was much better.

It was relatively easy to carry Ruan Jiaojiao up the stairs.

Leather shoes on the stairs made it loud in this quiet villa.

Ruan Jiaojiao leaned on Fu Qiran's chest, listening to the sound of his heartbeat and the footsteps echoing together.

After Fu Qiran hugged Ruan Jiaojiao to the door, he looked down at her stunned and said, "Jiaojiao, open the door." ”

Ruan Jiaojiao came back to her senses, held the doorknob with her little hand, pressed it down, and the door opened.

Fu Qiran chuckled and praised: "Jiaojiao did a good job." ”

Jiaojiao Ruan: ......

"It feels like Mr. Fu is coaxing a child." She muttered.

Fu Qiran said as he walked inside: "Jiaojiao is a child in my eyes. ”

After a pause, he added, "It's my baby." ”

Jiaojiao Ruan: ⊙▽⊙

Today's Mr. Fu is extraordinarily good at talking.

"Mr. Fu, have you read the book of the runaway sweetheart again?" She asked tentatively.

Fu Qiran's hand paused, put Ruan Jiaojiao on the bed, and rubbed her hair.

"Why is Jiaojiao so smart?"

Ruan Jiaojiao raised a sweet smile and said crisply: "Because Mr. Fu, you don't look like someone who can say such things." ”

What a baby or something, it's not like his style at all.

Fu Qiran chuckled, but did not refute Ruan Jiaojiao's words.

"I'll get you some hot water, you sit first."

Fu Qiran said and walked to the bathroom.

A few minutes later, Fu Qiran came out with a pink wooden basin that did not match his identity and temperament at all.

This tub is made of oak wood, which is the best wood for foot soaking.

The hot water rose from the wooden basin, and the mist was swirling, making Fu Qiran's face a little hazy.

He squatted down and looked up at Ruan Jiaojiao, his deep eyes seemed to be stained with a touch of mist.

"Jiaojiao try, huh?"