Sick pet: Fu Shaonuan's wife has to be coaxed

Chapter 90 038: The school bully's girlish heart?
Boys and girls always seem to have some differences in the way of thinking.

Mu Jinyue didn't think there was anything wrong with her saying that she gave the money.

Fu Yan bought the breakfast, but she ate it. No matter how you think about it, she should pay for the meal.

Oh, yes, and the room fee.

The things that should be calculated clearly must be calculated clearly, and the things that cannot be calculated... can be delayed first.

Thinking of this, Mu Jinyue asked directly: "How much is the room fee? I'll transfer it to you later."

She asked casually, but Fu Yan's face darkened even more. He looked at her with mixed eyes, mixed with anger and anger, and even... a bit of resentment.

Mu Jinyue felt that she must be still drunk, so she made a mistake.

Before the thoughts dissipated, Fu Yan suddenly approached, leaned over with his hands on the table, and looked straight into her eyes.

She caught her breath.

A pair of beautiful peach-blossom eyes, deep pupils, pure ink color, but twinkling like stars, when focusing on people, it is easy to have the illusion of being seduced.

Fu Yan's thin lips parted slightly: "I don't want money now, I just want to eat." He glanced down, stared at her again, and said word by word: "I want to eat shrimp dumplings."

Mu Jinyue: "..." I'm so sorry, but the shrimp dumplings are gone!

Isn't he really looking for faults?
No, there is actually one survivor.

Thinking of this, Mu Jinyue lowered her eyelashes and looked at the ground.

She was wearing the hotel's disposable slippers, and the light pink and translucent shrimp dumplings were lying quietly next to the shoes. Maybe it was because the hotel floor was clean and even looked spotless.

The two were close, so Fu Yan naturally noticed her small movements, followed her gaze, and his face darkened.

Fu Yan: "..."

Mu Jinyue: "..."

The atmosphere suddenly froze.

Mu Jinyue was extremely embarrassed, but because of his pressing every step of the way, she became a little impatient.

"Why don't you tell me where you bought it, and I'll pay you a share of the head office."

Like a kitten about to explode.

Fu Yan suddenly changed the subject: "You don't remember what happened last night?"

Mu Jinyue wanted to say that she really had almost forgotten about it!

But she never liked being in a passive position, so she quickly adjusted her mood and said lightly, "I did so many things yesterday, which one are you asking about?"

In fact, she was a little flustered.

Mu Jinyue didn't know how drunk she was. If she hadn't been stimulated by Mu Yingping's actions yesterday and met Fu Yan later, she would not let the smell of alcohol go.

When people are in a panic, they always do something unusual.

For example, talking too much.

"Do you want to talk about that cup of wolfberry tea?" Mu Jinyue curled her lips, and said teasingly, "I really didn't realize that classmate Fu had such a hobby."

There was no embarrassment in Fu Yan's eyes, and even a smile flashed, and he leaned forward again, "It seems that you only remember these."

He was too close, and Mu Jinyue leaned back subconsciously, leaning her back against the back of the chair. With support, she also felt a little more secure.

"Is there anything else fun to do?" Mu Jinyue curled her fingertips and looked away slightly.

Fu Yan said, "Yes."

"what?"

"A certain person yesterday." After a pause, he slightly raised his lips, showing a slightly naughty smile, and said meaningfully: "Yesterday he pulled my tie again, hugged me and kissed me, and didn't let me hide and return." Keep saying that it’s a pity that I’m underage.”

Mu Jinyue's eyes widened bit by bit, the indifferent mask on her face was cracked and disintegrated, and she was blushing.

She grasped the last sliver of reason: "Even if you want to make up a story, please make it up true and reliable."

"Make up a story?" Fu Yan leaned back a little, raised his head, and pointed at his neck, "The cat's paw prints are still there, do you want to renege?"

Mu Jinyue looked along his fingers.

Different from the formal suit yesterday, he is wearing a casual, simple crew-neck shirt and jeans today, full of youthfulness.The young man's neck is slender, with smooth lines, his Adam's apple is slightly raised, and there is a slight red mark on his fair skin, as if scratched by a fingernail.

A picture flashed through my mind.

The girl with coquettish makeup pulled the boy's bow tie, leaned over and said something with a sweet smile.

——Extremely ambiguous.

She remembered what she said to Mu Yingping yesterday.

'I'm afraid you have forgotten that my former alumnus is still underage this year. '

Mu Jinyue's body froze, and a bleakness flashed in her eyes.

That incident did have some impact on her, and it's not impossible to make a slip of the tongue after drinking.

"Sorry." Her voice seemed a little hoarse, her voice was low, "I only remember pulling your tie, I can't remember anything else."

Her attitude suddenly softened, Fu Yan looked at her quietly for a moment, somehow, he remembered the soft touch when he kissed her yesterday.

He rolled his Adam's apple, looked away, suppressed the charming thoughts in his heart, and then felt a little surprised.

He said those words just because he was annoyed by her intention to keep a distance, and wanted to tease her, but he didn't think she would take it seriously.

But she seemed to believe it all of a sudden.

Something's not quite right, just like last night's state.

In the blink of an eye, my thoughts turned a thousand times.

His eyes deepened, he stood up straight, smiled and said, "I lied to you."

Mu Jinyue raised her head abruptly, a little dazed.

"My ability to make up stories is not bad." Fu Yan looked at her from the corner of his eyes, and said with a smirk: "Or, in fact, you also want to do this in your heart?"

Mu Jinyue was stunned for two seconds, then she breathed a sigh of relief and made a smirk: "Fu Yan, I'm curious, who gave you the confidence?"

"You," Fu Yan lowered his head, took out cotton swabs, gauze and ointment from the bag, and walked around the table to her side, "Last night, you pulled my tie and said I was handsome, forgot?"

Mu Jinyue: "..."

"But you are the real culprit, so you just pull it off and grab me."

Mu Jinyue: "..."

Glancing at Mu Jinyue's indescribable expression, Fu Yan was dissatisfied: "You don't really forget everything, do you?"

Mu Jinyue coughed twice, "Yes."

Fu Yan lowered his head and opened the box of ointment, he couldn't tell whether it was disappointment or happiness in his heart.

It seems that I don't remember being taken advantage of by him...

"Forget it," he said with an expression of "I have a lot of adults", "I'm kind-hearted, and I don't care about you." The ointment was in the shape of a tube. He took it out and looked at it. He raised his chin at her, "Arm."

Mu Jinyue pursed her lips and stretched out her hand: "I'll do it myself."

"How do you tie the gauze with one hand? Or the left hand?"

"My left hand is also very flexible."

"Tsk," Fu Yan simply stretched out his hand, gently holding her right wrist, and said in a calm tone, "Don't be brave, you also applied medicine for me last time, so it's repaid."

Mu Jinyue thought about it, and she was really...convinced by him.

Then he stretched out his arm and nodded, "Okay." Since it was her exchange, he could accept it calmly.

The change in her attitude was obviously expected by Fu Yan, but it still made him feel a little stuck.

"Sure enough," he muttered in a cool voice, "it's better to be drunk and cuter."

"What?" Mu Jinyue didn't hear clearly, "So what?"

Without raising his head, Fu Yan squeezed out a little jelly-like ointment, and gently applied it on the wound on her arm with a cotton swab: "I said, as expected, you still can't owe favors, and you have to pay back what you owe, you know?"

Mu Jinyue frowned.

I always feel that there is something in his words.

Before she could think about it, Fu Yan asked her again: "Does it hurt? Do you want it to be lighter?"

Mu Jinyue glanced at her arm.

Lighter?If it's lighter, I'm afraid you won't even be able to touch the ointment.

"It doesn't hurt, I don't feel anything."

Fu Yan nodded, took back the cotton swab, squeezed some ointment on it, and moved his ring finger slightly to wipe the sweat from his palm.

"By the way," he went on to help her apply the medicine, and asked casually, "Why were you in the Qin's Clubhouse yesterday? Drinking alone?"

Speaking of this, his tone was heavy, as if he was scolding her, but the movements of his hands were still gentle: "Do you know how dangerous it is for a person to be in that kind of place?"

"Yesterday," Mu Jinyue paused, lowered her eyes, her long eyelashes covered her eyes, and said sadly, "I'm just not in a good mood, so I went for a casual stroll, and I'm a good drinker, so nothing will happen."

"You drink well?" He gritted his teeth a bit: "Then, student Mu, who has a good drink, why don't you have any memory of what happened yesterday?"

Hearing this, Mu Jinyue became dissatisfied, "I forgot who said it, but I still remember pulling your tie."

Fu Yan glanced at her with a half-smile.

Only then did Mu Jinyue realize that there was something wrong with her words, so she added the second half of the sentence pretending to be calm with a sullen face.

"I still remember that classmate Fu had a health-preserving di and ordered a cup of wolfberry tea."

Fu Yan: "..." Who is he for?

With a sound of 'tsk', Fu Yan threw away the cotton swab, fetched gauze to help her wrap it up, and tied a beautiful bowknot.

Mu Jinyue took a closer look, and found that she was even prettier than the girls in her department. She couldn't help but raise her head and ask him, "Is this the girlish heart of the school bully?"

Fu Yan twitched the corner of his mouth, "If you don't like it, I'll give you another one you like, zongzi or steamed stuffed bun?"

"No, the bow tie is pretty." Mu Jinyue thanked Bumin respectfully.

With such a gag, the little thoughts of sorrow and sorrow that were born just now disappeared completely.

She thought that Fu Yan could see that she was upset, so he didn't ask or talk too much, and even messed around with her.

Mu Jinyue shook her arms, the morning sun was just emerging, golden sunlight came in from the window, and fell on the gauze. The two slightly longer gauzes in the bow were floating, as if dancing around the golden light, which seemed a bit cheerful.

She stretched her brows and eyes, staring at her suddenly, and suddenly remembered something.

"Fu Yan," she said with a little more eagerness, "where's my cell phone?"

Mu Jinyue is not a person who is obsessed with electronic devices, and since she woke up, she has not been idle, let alone remembering about her mobile phone.

"Over there," Fu Yanchong raised his chin at the corner of the sofa, "it's fully charged, and it turned off automatically yesterday."

Mu Jinyue nodded indiscriminately, walked over quickly, turned on the phone, and unlocked it.

The time shows that it is 05:30 in the morning.

She hesitated for a moment, but did not move.

(End of this chapter)