Mianmian coughed a few times.

She looked at the freezer on the bedside table and took the initiative to change the subject: "Is this delicious?" ”

She carried the case to the bed and opened it to find a row of light blue reagents.

She was very serious and disgusted, "Mr. Fu, I don't like to drink this, I like to drink fruit juice milk tea." ”

Mr. Fu always gave her strange things to drink.

It used to be engine oil, but now I don't know what the hell it is.

Fu Qinghan took a clean towel from the bathroom, poured the reagent on the towel, pinched her little face with one hand, and carefully covered her cheeks with the wet towel.

He said: "This is a nutrient solution used to restore the appearance, and if you soak it in a handkerchief every morning and evening, you will be able to heal the burns on your cheeks quickly." ”

It turned out to be a nutrient solution to restore the appearance......

Mianmian sat obediently, and the sweet smile on the corner of her mouth was about to be irrepressible.

She secretly kissed Mr. Fu tonight, not only was he not angry, but he also wanted to help her heal her injuries!

The girl pinched her fingers proudly, and her bright apricot eyes looked at Fu Qinghan from time to time, "Mr. Fu, you are honest, have you taken a fancy to me?" ”

"What do you have that I deserve?"

"I can draw, and I'm very warm!"

Fu Qing coldly lazily narrowed his eyes, "You can still eat and sleep, and your IQ is far below average." ”

Mianmian: "......"

It's about to blow up!

She remembered that before dying in her previous life, this man wanted to die and say that he loved her, but when she was reborn, he not only didn't recognize her, but even thought she was stupid!

A new message came from WeChat.

Mianmian opened WeChat and glanced at it a few times, "Mr. Fu, the Xue family will hold a banquet in a few days, and Zhaozhao will invite me and the elder to participate together." It seems that Xue Tong was admitted to Luoda, and the Xue family specially held a celebration banquet for her. ”

The banquet of the Xue family......

Fu Qinghan narrowed Danfeng's eyes.

Mianmian didn't notice his different color, "Mr. Fu, it says you want to bring a male companion, can you-"

"Ask Uncle Ying to take you."

Fu Qinghan let go of his hand, and Mianmian hurriedly pressed the towel, "But Uncle Ying is so old, what do I say when I take him as a male companion?" She is also a delicate and touching eighteen-year-old beautiful girl......"

She jumped out of bed and grabbed Fu Qinghan's arm affectionately, "And Uncle Ying is not as young and handsome as Mr. Fu!" ”

The girl's tone was soft and sweet, like a spring breeze blowing through willow branches.

Fu Qinghan remembered the imminent turmoil at the Xue family's banquet, and Jiang Mianmian inevitably caused trouble to sabotage Shen Wu's plan, and finally nodded.

After he left, Mianmian ran to the bathroom and stared left and right in the mirror.

She had only applied it for a few minutes, and the horrible burn on her cheek had subsided quite a bit.

That Dr. Shen is really amazing!

Two days later.

Mianmian woke up early in the morning and finished the last tube of reagent.

She looked carefully in the mirror, and her cheeks were white and tender, and there was no trace of burns!

And this face ......

To be honest, she was a little bit beautiful by herself.

She was so overjoyed that she didn't even have time to change her nightdress, so she pulled her slippers and rushed to Fu Qinghan's bedroom, "Mr. Fu, Mr. Fu!" ”

Fu Qinghan adjusted his tie and opened the door.

The little girl in front of her wore an embroidered cotton nightdress, her long curly hair like seaweed was scattered around her waist, a few strands of curly broken hair hung down at the corners of her forehead, and her baby-like little face was white and clean, as delicate as a hibiscus out of water.

coincides with the lingering memories in my memory......

Fu Qinghan lost his mind.

Mianmian tilted her head, "Mr. Fu, am I good-looking?" ”

The man avoided her clear gaze and walked downstairs with a blank face, "It's not pretty." ”

Dog man!

Mianmian scolded in her heart, and followed him angrily, "What's not good-looking?" ”

She clearly remembered that before she died in her previous life, she asked him if she was beautiful, and he said that Mianmian was very beautiful, and she had always been beautiful, but now she was ......

Fu Qinghan didn't dare to look back at her at all.

It's so similar......

The little maid who has restored her appearance is like a mold carved out of Mianmian, and even her tone is very similar......

Jiang Mianmian saw that he didn't answer, so he ran to the staircase and opened his arms a little angrily to stop him, "Mr. Fu, what is wrong with me?!" ”

Fu Qinghan hesitated for a moment, and said absentmindedly: "It's too thin." ”

Too...... Skinny?!

Mianmian was shocked.

She looked down at herself, she was thin where she should be thin, and she wasn't thin at all where she shouldn't, not to mention that thin was beautiful these days?

"Also," Fu Qinghan picked at a few strands of long hair with disgust, "This hair is curly, like a sheep, and it doesn't look good." ”

Mianmian: "......"

Natural rolls are her fault?!

Fu Qinghan glanced at the girl's slender calves exposed under the skirt, "Wearing too little, it's not solemn, and it's not good-looking." ”

After saying that, he unnaturally pulled his tie and walked towards the table.

Jiang Mianmian stood in place, deep self-doubt.

It's summer!

It's not dignified to wear a dress, do you have to wear long sleeves and trousers?!

Which ancient dynasty did Mr. Fu come from?!

After Fu Qinghan went to the company, Mianmian stood alone in the bathroom, staring at the mirror in a daze.

Playing with her long curls with her fingertips, she hesitated for a moment, pulled out a bunch of straight-clip curling iron hair dryers from the drawer, and pondered for a hairstyle.

At dusk, the twilight birds return to their nests.

Fu Qinghan drove into the gate of the villa, saw the little girl lying by the window with a hat in a distance, noticed his car, and hurriedly retracted, not forgetting to close the curtains tightly.

He raised an eyebrow.

At dinner, the little girl did not go downstairs.

Fu Qinghan knew that girls of this age were a little careful, so he calmly finished dinner alone and went back to the study to work.

In the middle of the night, he went to the kitchen to get milk, but he came across a figure squatting in front of the refrigerator, stealing ham.

He turned on the light, and kind of understood why she had been avoiding him tonight.

She didn't know what she had done with her hair, the long seaweed-like curls turned into tiny wool curls that exploded like bird's nests against her head, looking like a ......

Fried Teddy.

Ginger Teddy Mianmian: "......"

She clearly saw that the corners of Mr. Fu's mouth quickly tugged upward.

He's laughing!

She made it look like this, and he was actually laughing!

Jiang Mianmian was angry, "It's all because Mr. Fu dislikes my hair that it doesn't look good, so I want to straighten them!" As a result, I didn't use a straight clamp to make it like this, why are you laughing at me?! ”

The ham grains in her mouth hadn't swallowed yet, and she sprayed Fu Qinghan's pants as she spoke.

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