A smile overflowed from the corner of Song Nana's lips, but soon she pretended to be anxious again, biting her lip tightly, looking very pitiful.

This is what Fu Tingchuan saw when he walked in.

He raised his eyebrows: "What's wrong?" ”

Song Nana lowered her head embarrassedly: "I haven't started cooking dinner yet, are you hungry?" ”

"Not too hungry." Fu Tingchuan smiled, and his extremely black pupils fell on Song Nana's shy and timid eyes, and gently flicked the Buddha beads on his wrist.

"That's good."

Song Nanai breathed a sigh of relief, she mustered up the courage to smile at Fu Tingchuan, her eyes were crooked, and the sparkling under her eyes gave people an indescribable well-behaved.

Seeing that she nervously grabbed the hem of her clothes before walking to the kitchen, Fu Tingchuan's eyes suddenly fell on Song Nana's extremely slender waist.

After a pause, he chuckled thoughtfully, then turned and walked towards the couch.

While walking, Fu Tingchuan took off his coat, hung it on the coat rack next to him, unbuttoned the top of his shirt, and Fu Tingchuan pulled his tie with one hand.

He unfastened the cufflinks and pulled them up, revealing a thin wrist bone.

There is indeed a lot of work backlog in the company, but when he thought that Song Nana might be bored to stay alone in the villa, he got off work directly.

Fu Tingchuan was originally worried that Song Nana's fever would repeat, but now it seems that she should be fine.

He sat down on the couch and saw the medicine box on the coffee table.

Fu Tingchuan's eyebrows furrowed, and he quickly glanced at it.

He got up again, took a long step, and walked to the kitchen door in a few steps.

"You're hurt?"

Song Nana was washing rice, and suddenly a voice sounded, her hand shook, and a lot of rice flowed down the water.

She looked at Fu Tingchuan with some uneasiness, "What, what's wrong?" ”

Fu Tingchuan's gaze quickly fell on Song Nana's finger, which had a band-aid attached to it.

"What's going on?"

Song Nanai looked down Fu Tingchuan's line of sight, and curled the corners of her lips, "It's okay." ”

She glanced at Fu Tingchuan with some embarrassment, "It will be fine the next day." ”

Fu Tingchuan stared at her.

Song Nanai lowered her head and whispered: "I accidentally cut it when I was chopping vegetables." ”

After speaking, she quickly looked up at Fu Tingchuan again, her eyes were wet, "But don't worry, you haven't touched the dishes, the dishes are still very clean." ”

Fu Tingchuan was about to laugh angrily.

Is he worried about the dish!

Song Nana looked at him uneasily again.

Fu Tingchuan: "......"

There was an instant depression between his eyebrows, cold and cold.

Song Nana instantly lowered her head, a little afraid to look at him.

Fu Tingchuan fiddled with the Buddha beads on his wrist and felt the faint sandalwood, which suppressed the anger in his heart.

He looked at Song Nana, and his voice was a little deep: "Song Nana, what do you think I want to do when I bring you home?" ”

Fu Tingchuan paused word by word: "Don't be afraid of me!" ”

Song Nana looked at him at this time, her expression was a little dazed, and then she lowered her head a little crampedly.

"I'm ......," she bit her lip, "I'm not afraid of you. ”

"Then look me in the eye and speak."

Song Nana's wet round eyes instantly widened because of nervousness, and her cat-like eyes showed a little shyness.

"I'm not afraid of you!" The little girl hurriedly spoke, and after speaking, she dodged her gaze a little nervously.

Fu Tingchuan looked at Song Nainai's crimson cheeks, and a smile overflowed in his eyes.

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