"Well, I'll send you tomorrow morning." Fu Qiran said lightly.

Ruan Jiaojiao heard Fu Qiran say this, and hurriedly waved her hand and said, "No need, Mr. Fu, you are busy, I can go to school by myself." ”

Fu Qiran frowned slightly, and said with a hint of strength: "I'm not discussing with you, but informing you." ”

Ruan Jiaojiao was stunned and lowered her hands.

"Okay, Mr. Fu."

What else can she do in the face of a stubborn villain?

It's not just that she can only follow it, lest this one kill her and whip her corpse.

Thinking of the ending of the original body in the novel, Ruan Jiaojiao couldn't help but shudder.

She pursed her lips and pinched her little hand.

Even in such dim light, Fu Qiran could see Ruan Jiaojiao's small movements clearly.

He raised an eyebrow, a hint of interest in his eyes.

In the next moment, Fu Qiran only felt a smell of blood coming back from his throat, he pursed his lips, and the hand on the table suddenly clenched into a fist.

He lowered his eyes, rolled his Adam's apple up and down, and after a few seconds, he said, "If it's okay, you can go out first." ”

Ruan Jiaojiao nodded slightly, "Then Mr. Fu, you rest early." ”

She turned and left.

After Ruan Jiaojiao left, the study returned to calm.

Fu Qiran coughed lightly, and a trace of blood oozed from the corner of his mouth.

Blood dripping on the papers on the desk, staining the snow white.

Fu Qiran seemed to be used to this situation, he pursed his lips, threw the document aside, and leaned back in his chair.

On the other side, Ruan Jiaojiao returned to her room and read a book for a while before getting ready for bed.

As soon as she lay down in bed, she felt a little thirsty.

Ruan Jiaojiao hesitated on the bed for a few minutes, but still got up and walked downstairs.

When passing by Fu Qiran's bedroom, she found that the door was ajar, and a light from the room was projected in the corridor.

Ruan Jiaojiao went downstairs, drank a little water, and went upstairs.

This time, when she passed by Fu Qiran's bedroom again, the door was still ajar, but the light inside was turned off, probably because he was asleep.

Ruan Jiaojiao relaxed her steps and planned to go back to her room to sleep, when at this time, a muffled snort came from Fu Qiran's bedroom.

Ruan Jiaojiao was startled and took two steps back.

"Mr. Fu?" She let out a tentative cry.

There was no response from inside, only the sound of something hitting the ground.

Ruan Jiaojiao was worried about Fu Qiran's body, but she was a little afraid of him.

But between worry and fear, there is still more worry.

Ruan Jiaojiao pushed the door and whispered, "Mr. Fu, are you okay?" ”

As soon as the words fell, Ruan Jiaojiao felt a pull, and at the same time, the door behind her was closed with a "bang".

Ruan Jiaojiao was startled, and subconsciously wanted to escape.

But a hand held her arm so tightly that she couldn't move.

"Mr. Fu?" There was a tremor in Ruan Jiaojiao's voice.

She didn't want to die, she still had a lot of things to do.

Fu Qiran didn't answer her, but just used more force in his hands, and even dragged her directly to the side of the bed.

But in an instant, Fu Qiran took Ruan Jiaojiao in his arms and fell on the bed together.

Fu Qiran's body was very cold, even through his clothes, Ruan Jiaojiao could feel the coldness on his body.

Ruan Jiaojiao struggled for a while, but was hugged tighter by Fu Qiran.