This time, Fu Yunchen didn't say anything, An Qingge took care of Fu Yunchen very seriously.

It can be said that it is comprehensive.

However, he soon realized one thing, as if An Qingge was injured last time, she herself was injured, and she didn't seem to care much.

He remembered the last time she was injured, and he didn't even say a word of pain.

Fu Yunchen came back to his senses and saw An Qingge sorting things out: "What are you doing?" ”

"I want to write all the books I like silently, otherwise it will be boring to read without books." When An Qingge was in the Heavenly Palace, she wanted to read books when she was bored, but there were no books in this mortal world, so she could only do it herself.

This made Fu Yunchen not know what to say, so he could only say helplessly: "What book do you want to read, I'll let someone buy it for you." But when he spoke, he realized that this An Qingge was really boring every day.

It would be nice if there were.

How could there be a book of the heavenly palace in the mortal world.

She doesn't like to read very much, but Tiangong is too lonely, and she has nothing else to do except read books and cultivate.

"Come here." Fu Yunchen said with a smile.

An Qingge put down the things in his hand and walked over: "What's the matter, is the wound painful?" ”

Fu Yunchen shook his head: "I just think you might as well accompany me when you do these boring things." But he really thinks that An Qingge's temperament is a bit like an old man, he likes to write calligraphy, and he also likes to be alone in a daze, and women of the same age as her are basically going out shopping with fancy branches, when he thinks of this, Fu Yunchen can't help but feel a little sorry for this woman.

"Aren't I with you, I'm always in the room." An Qingge said suspiciously.

Fu Yunchen pulled her into his arms: "This is not a companion, this is a companion, do you know." ”

An Qingge didn't care: "If I'm not mistaken, it seems that men are looking for fun to accompany them like this." ”

This made Fu Yunchen slightly stunned, he now felt that his gun was not in vain, and now An Qingge can joke with himself so naturally: "I want to have fun with you." ”

After Fu Yunchen finished speaking, he kissed An Qingge's face.

An Qingge smiled: "What is your body, you know it yourself, do you want me to remind you?" ”

Fu Yunchen's smile suddenly froze.

After seeing Fu Yunchen's face freeze, she broke free from Fu Yunchen's arms: "Young master, you can recover from your injuries." ”

Fu Yunchen: ......

This little injury is nothing to him, he doesn't know how many injuries he has suffered since he was a child: "This little injury is nothing to me. ”

"Then don't you need me to help you go to the bathroom, help you wash, and help you get dressed?" An Qingge stretched out his hand and counted these things: "And you still take advantage of me at every turn." ”

When An Qingge said this, Fu Yunchen covered his lower abdomen: "An Qingge, I hurt." ”

An Qingge naturally knew that Fu Yunchen was pretending, but An Qingge did not debunk it: "I just took the medicine, or I'll blow it to you." As he spoke, he lifted Fu Yunchen's shirt and gently blew it on him.

Fu Yunchen felt An Qingge's gentle treatment, he raised his eyebrows slightly at this time, An Qingge knew that he was taking advantage of her, did it mean that she was gradually getting used to his behavior, thinking of this, he slightly hooked the corners of his mouth: "An Qingge, it seems that we are too rusty to call you like this, is it okay for me to call you Qingge." ”

"Well, good," An Qingge replied casually.

Then Fu Yunchen continued: "Don't call me young master, it's okay to call me by my name." ”。

An Qingge put down his clothes: "Yes." ”