"Miss Fu, are you in there?"

The abrupt call outside the door of the wing room pulled Fu Qing up from the mire of ecstasy.

At this moment, as soon as she lowered her eyes, she saw the inky black head buried in the delicate skin, her cheeks flushed, and it took some force to kick the unsuspecting man out of bed, and at the same time wrap herself tightly with the futon.

"Who..." As soon as Fu Qingfang spoke, there was a little softness and charm in her haze, and her voice was not the slightest difference from the past, which startled her. He cleared his throat before asking, "Who?" ”

"The young master made a special trip to find Zimu grass for you, and let me send it to you."

"Please wait a minute."

Fu Qing asked the man to wait outside, so he glanced around, and found that the clothes he had changed and wanted to wear were soaked, speechless and ashamed, and finally glanced at the man sitting on the ground.

The man who was supposed to be sitting on the ground in embarrassment bent his right leg at this time, staring at her, arrogant and arrogant. It was as if there were no cold tiles under him, as if he hadn't been rudely asked out of bed.

The look is very suitable, as if you are sitting in the verdant grass, listening to the wind and watching the clouds in leisure, and you need to attach a dogtail grass between your thin lips to express your happy state of mind.

Fu Qing was speechless, and then he pouted and said,

"Why don't you bring it in?"

Jiang crossed the dark color from Ao's eyes, got up obediently, and opened the door.

"Miss Fu, this is..."

The man was bowing his head and talking respectfully, and before his hand could be stretched out, the medicine bag had been pulled vigorously.

This subordinate was the one who took Fu Qing to the medicine shop, Fu Qing had always treated him gently and politely, and this sudden rude attitude made him take aback and looked up.

Yes! He recognized the man as the sick boy in the guest compartment. The temperament doesn't seem to be very good, and he smashes the medicine bowl every day, and at this time, he is even more dark and cold and handsome, as if he is a demon who has escaped from the hell of Senluo, and his eyes are flashing with a dark light that wants to eat people, and he can hack the timid to death!

"Sue... Leave. ”

The man stammered, and immediately ran away like a needle in his ass. Jiang Congao stared at the man's back with an unkind face, and after a moment, he turned around and closed the door again.

"Qing'er, I brought it in."

In the blink of an eye, Jiang Congao's spring-like bright smile seemed to be able to melt the ice, and Fang Cai's evil ghost appearance seemed to be just an illusion of others.

"Put it on the table," Fu Qingxian pointed with his hand, and then said with a smile, "Then you can go." ”

Jiang Congao smiled a little, his handsome eyebrows locked slightly, and he put the herbal medicine bag on the table as he said. Then he took a few steps to the bed, squatted down his tall body, and looked at her with ethereal phoenix eyes.

"Qing'er, I was wrong."

"Wrong? What's wrong? ”

Fu Qing was still wrapped in a futon, sitting on the bed like a bodhisattva, his beautiful eyes flashed slightly, but his timbre was not as indifferent as before.

Jiang Congao's posture was very low, squatting in front of the bed, like a loyal believer, making Fu Qing feel condescending.

I have to say that Fu Qing is very useful.

She has always been shorter than Fu Ning by a star and a half, she can only reach his chest, and when she changes directions, she can face Fu Ning with such a tall attitude, and she can't help but feel a little dark in her heart.

Jiang Congao frowned and pondered, and said, "It's wrong to make Qing'er sad." ”

Well, the attitude of admitting mistakes is quite sincere, but I can't make it clear about my mistakes. Fu Qing was silent for a moment and spit out,

"Fu Ning, at the end of next month, you might as well come to Foggy Valley to have a glass of wine, I want to marry Senior Brother Fu Chen."

"I'm not allowed!"

Jiang Congao's pupils shrank and he stood up, like a steep mountain standing on the bed. His face was gloomy, like a thunderstorm bursting violently.

"Why aren't you?"

Fu Qing pretended not to see his extremely ugly look, and added another sentence without pain. Jiang Congao saw that she didn't even look at him, his heart was panicked and confused, painful and angry, and he pounced on him like a hungry wolf and swore sovereignty.

"You're mine!"

Fu Qing was wary in the morning, wrapped in the futon, leaned sideways, and dodged the wind that rushed up. Turning his eyes, he stared at the man who only pressed the foot, and said,

"Lie to you."

"What?"

Jiang Congao was almost dizzy with anger, and he couldn't understand the meaning of her words for a while. I don't understand this deception, whether to lie to him and say that he will not marry, or to lie to him that he wants to marry Fu Chen.

"I didn't want to get married."

Jiang Congao's eyebrows relaxed because of these words, and then tightened again. At this time, his spiritual acuity suddenly opened and he understood the meaning of Fu Qing.

In the way of others, return to the other.

Even if you know that this is just a misunderstanding, the pain, sorrow, embarrassment, anger, and grievances in the meantime cannot be exhausted in a few words. It's not an apology, you can just get rid of it, and everything goes with the smoke.

What he endured was only for a moment, and he almost wanted to go crazy, but his Qing'er was wiped out by such a difficult haze for countless days and nights.

No wonder she cried in front of the old man.

No wonder the old man was so angry with him.

No wonder she never wanted to see him.

It's him... Didn't take care of her.

Fu Qing was still sitting on the side, looking at him quietly.

Fu Ning is so smart that he can quickly think through such a simple truth. Since she couldn't give it up, she knew that it was just a scam, and she didn't want to think about it.

Just a reminder to him.

However, she saw that the man who was lying on his back on the bed turned over at this time, with his back to her, dead silence.

Sensing that something was strange, she moved a few steps to look at him.

The man's body trembled slightly, just like a person who was extremely afraid of the cold, wearing only thin clothes, and was thrown into the ice and snow. His big hands clutched the fabric on his chest, as if he was very uncomfortable.

She had experienced that kind of feeling, and she couldn't help but feel a little sad.

She has hurt and hated. But when the clouds broke through the sunrise, seeing that he blamed himself for his mistake on her, she couldn't help but feel a little annoyed, since she had turned the page, she shouldn't use unpleasant things to toss each other over and over again.

Fu Qing leaned lightly on him and explained softly,

"Fu Ning, I'm not angry anymore."

The man's body shook, turned his head, and looked at her with a rare sadness in his phoenix eyes.

"So stop looking at me so pitifully. In that case, it seems that it is me who is wrong. ”

"I'm sorry..."

Jiang turned around from Ao Wei'an's body, hugged Fu Qing along with the futon, and kept imprinting light kisses on her black black hair, as if relieved and apologetic, his eyes were deep, and he kept repeating that sentence.

"I'm sorry..."

"I'm sorry..."

Fu Qingying's mouth opened slightly, and she yawned inappropriately. The man's low and soft words lingered in his ears like a lullaby. The strong mind she relied on was full of a stable breath, which made her eyelids fall uncontrollably.

After a long time, Jiang Congao calmed his mind, only to find that the person in his arms had slept very sweetly, and his heart couldn't help but relax, and he felt soft and pity.