After the porridge was boiled, Ruan Jiaojiao said hello to Chef Wang and walked out with a bowl of porridge.

In the living room, Fu Qiran was still sitting on the sofa.

His brow furrowed, and his lips were pale.

Probably hearing footsteps, Fu Qiran suddenly opened his eyes.

There was a dark light flashing in those dark eyes, and the eyes that looked at Ruan Jiaojiao were also a little sharp.

Although Ruan Jiaojiao was a little afraid of such Fu Qiran in her heart, she still walked up to him with the porridge and whispered, "I boiled a little porridge for you." ”

The steaming porridge brings a touch of warmth to the cold living room.

The fragrance of rice floating in the air made Fu Qiran feel a rare feeling of hunger.

Fu Qiran looked at Ruan Jiaojiao directly, and her pale lips opened lightly.

"Ruan Jiaojiao, what tricks do you want to play?"

Ruan Jiaojiao put the bowl on the table, looked directly at Fu Qiran and explained: "I just saw that you were uncomfortable, and I thought it would be better to drink some porridge." ”

"If you don't want to drink it, just leave it there."

After Ruan Jiaojiao finished speaking, she turned around and left directly.

She is actually a little angry, and she is kind to be a donkey's liver and lungs, so she doesn't want to stick a cold ass!

Ruan Jiaojiao turned around and returned to the kitchen, put the rest of the porridge into a bowl, and drank it in the kitchen.

Chef Wang looked at Ruan Jiaojiao happily on the side and asked, "Has the young master drunk?" ”

Ruan Jiaojiao shook her head, "He always thinks I have bad intentions." ”

Speaking of this, Ruan Jiaojiao's voice couldn't help but carry a trace of grievance.

She has been pampered since she was a child, and she has not suffered any grievances since she was a child, and now she is repeatedly doubted, no matter how good her temper is, she is more or less cold-hearted.

Chef Wang was not surprised when he heard this.

He sighed faintly and said, "Before I came here, the original chef would put chronic medicine in the young master's meals every day. ”

"As time goes by, the young master's health gets worse and worse."

"After I came, every meal of the young master will have a special instrument to detect drug poison, and after this test, the meal is already cold."

Chef Wang shook his head and said with a little regret, "Young Master hasn't eaten hot rice for a long time. ”

Ruan Jiaojiao looked in the direction of the living room in surprise.

Even through the thick wall, she seemed to be able to feel Fu Qiran's strong defensiveness.

"I ...... I do not know. Ruan Jiaojiao muttered while holding the bowl.

Chef Wang patted Ruan Jiaojiao's shoulder, "Jiaojiao, the young master is also a poor person, if there is anything that offends you, you must not take it to heart." ”

Ruan Jiaojiao nodded in a daze, only to feel that the porridge bowl in her hand was terriblely hot.

She lowered her head, tears glistening in the corners of her eyes.

It turned out that Fu Qiran's life was so hard.

Those details that had never been mentioned in the novel unfolded little by little in Ruan Jiaojiao's heart, making her realize in an instant that Fu Qiran was a vivid and real person.

And she is no longer the genius game producer who is spoiled by everyone.

Now she is just a flamboyant and vicious woman who coerced Fu Qiran to get married.

Ruan Jiaojiao pursed her lips, raised her head, looked at Chef Wang and said, "Uncle Wang, don't worry, I will definitely be good to him!" ”

Chef Wang looked at Ruan Jiaojiao with a firm face and sighed in his heart.

I don't know if he was right to do it.

But his young master, he has really been lonely for too long.