Fast time travel to heal the villain little poor

Chapter 263 The Beautiful Prime Minister Is Disabled (21)

Rong Xuan had never been reprimanded like this before, his pupils widened slightly, which set off his extremely beautiful face innocently.

Zifu's expression under the veil was extremely joyful, and she couldn't help thinking of teasing him.

"Why is Prime Minister Rong looking at me like this? Am I wrong?"

For a moment, Rong Xuan didn't know whether to respond or not.

While Rong Xuan was concentrating, Zi Fu quickly removed the silver needles from her legs one by one.

He took a white cloth soaked in cold water and wiped the black blood from his leg.

Putting his shoes and socks on quickly, Zifu turned his wheelchair over, took the long box on one side, and walked up to the second floor of the attic alone.

He waved the long box in his hand to Rong Xuan who was sitting in a wheelchair below, "Prime Minister Rong, come up."

Rong Xuan: "..."

How can he get up there?

Miss Furong meant that his legs could walk?
Rong Xuan lowered his eyes and tried to move his legs. The previous heavy oppressive feeling seemed to be swept away, as if he had lost his weight, he felt much more relaxed.

His eyes were dimly lit, and he tried to hold on to the armrest of the wheelchair and stood up slowly.

Until he stood up firmly, Rong Xuan still couldn't believe it.

His legs, which were always in unbearable pain, didn't feel any pain at this moment.

"Come up the steps, don't rush, take your time."

Twelve steps is probably the limit that Rong Xuan's legs can bear now.

Hearing Zifu's words, Rong Xuan tried to step up the steps.

Walk up steadily step by step.

When he reached the last two steps, Rong Xuan's temples were slightly soaked with sweat, and Ruyu's face turned pale.

The long eyelashes were like butterfly wings, trembling and falling down due to the difficult movement, closing those calm eyes.

When he stepped up to the last step, Rong Xuan's body seemed to be finally unable to support himself and leaned forward.

He was about to fall to the ground, but was hugged tightly by the waist.

Zi Fu, who was upright in her embrace, had crooked eyebrows and smiled like a cunning little fox.

It was the first time that Rong Xuan was so close to a woman, his cheeks seemed to be dyed with a layer of crimson rouge, and his white earlobes were dripping red.

"Fu, Miss Fu Rong."

"Ok?"

Zifu, who hugged him into her arms, was in a good mood, and she narrowed her eyes slightly with her back turned to him.

Restraining the strong urge to tease, she didn't stretch out her claws to pinch his waist.

No wonder Gu Heng in his previous life always liked to tease her with various words and actions.

It turned out that he secretly took advantage of others, so happy!

Seeing that Zifu didn't let go of him, Rong Xuan's face turned even redder, his legs were so sore that he couldn't stand up, so he could only lean on her shoulders.

"You...can you let me go first?"

"Wait a little longer, I want to see how far Prime Minister Rong's leg has recovered."

Saying that, Zi Fu held Rong Xuan's waist even tighter with both hands, and lowered her eyes pretending to be serious to look down a few times.

"It's pretty much what I expected."

Saying that, Zifu let go of Rong Xuan and asked him to sit down in front of the door of the Nuan Pavilion.

He went down quickly, moved the wheelchair up, and helped Rong Xuan to sit in it.

The whole process of words and deeds couldn't be more serious, and even just hugging him didn't make any outrageous movements, as if it was just an accidental move.

Realizing this, Rong Xuan quickly felt relieved.

Miss Fu Rong was really serious about helping him heal his legs, but he was overthinking it.

As Miss Furong said, he is just a patient of hers now.

Thinking of this, the embarrassment and strangeness in Rong Xuan's heart gradually calmed down.

(End of this chapter)