Mrs. Fu, please grasp the scale
Chapter 18
Her voice has a slightly imperceptible nasal quality.
When encountering such a thing, no one can remain indifferent.
Fu Jingting glanced down, but didn't expose it, and just answered her question lightly.
"possible."
His arms loosened, and Xu Qingcheng hurriedly stood up straight from his arms.
There were tiny raindrops falling, so small, Xu Qingcheng didn't care too much, she raised her face to look at him, very considerate, "Young Master Fu, what do you need me to do for you?"
Her eyes were shining in the night, Xu Qingcheng didn't try to discern what move Fu Jingting made in this move, she was frantically thinking about how to bind the two of them into a common interest collaborator, hello, hello, hello everyone.
Fu Jingting only glanced over, and she didn't miss any of her secret thoughts.
He couldn't help but twitched his forehead, and suddenly he pressed his fingers heavily on her forehead, and snorted coldly, "Don't open a dyeing workshop just by giving some paint, and try to get your idea on me."
Xu Qingcheng was thrown back by his nod, her posture was not elegant at all, she stretched out her hand to slap his hand away, feeling a little regretful, "Got it."
While speaking, a look of reluctance slanted away.
Fu Jingting stared at her eyes, even though the light was not enough, they were ecstatic. He almost subconsciously stretched out his hand to cover her eyes.
The top floor of the hospital is not a place where flowers are overflowing and suitable for viewing.It is even desolate here, and there are a few external machines of the machines placed here.There are some messy leftover stones from the building on the ground, and a clothes rail pulled up by some family member.
The man was strong, Xu Qingcheng was slapped by him, and his heel was tripped, she reached out to grab his windbreaker reflexively, the man was staggered by her, and leaned forward to press her over.
Xu Qingcheng closed her eyes and thought about it.
The expected pain did not hit, someone hugged her waist, she rose into the air, Xu Qingcheng almost subconsciously hugged the man's neck, but for a moment, she stood firmly on the ground with her arms still clinging to his neck. body.
The man cursed, shit.
Xu Qingcheng blinked, and he hit the side of the railing.
"Are you okay?" She felt a little guilty.
Fu Jingting's face was a little dark, he let go of his hand and pushed her, "The play is over, we can go."
Xu Qingcheng subconsciously turned her head and saw that the mottled iron door on the roof swayed, as if someone had run down.
Oh.
The paparazzi is gone.
The play is over.
A few thunderstorms struck, and the patter of raindrops suddenly splashed down.
Xu Qingcheng raised her hand to cover her forehead. The rain was as heavy as it could be. She gathered up her coat, turned her head and ran towards the door.
The wind suddenly picked up, and the equipment on the top floor made crackling noises.
Xu Qingcheng opened the door, and after such a short walk, her hair was wet.
She hid in and looked back, the man turned his body sideways and struggled, as if his clothes were caught, he walked forward, like a leisurely stroll, and even raised his arms and shook them vigorously, under the heavy rain, he didn't Know what's cool.
The big lamp on the wall suddenly lit up, casting a layer of light on the rain curtain of the whole evening, and the focus was naturally on the man.
Wearing a black windbreaker, with his hair disheveled by the rain, he tilted his face slightly, raised his arm and pressed it to his lips, the red color washed by the rain in the light shocked his eyes.
"Your arm, scratched?"
Xu Qingcheng stepped out a few steps, and she rushed to him, raising her hand to see his arm.
The man avoided, pressed the other hand on her head, spun, turned around, and pushed him into the door.
He followed in, and the door closed naturally behind him.
The rumbling thunder and the crashing rain were all isolated from the outside, and the unique smell of disinfectant water that belongs to the hospital rushed into the nose.
Fu Jingting walked down the stairs, the bottom half of the building was narrow and closed.
He walked ahead and completely blocked the road.
The man's back was very wide, and the black windbreaker was wet from the rain, and there were conspicuous wet marks on the peak of his back. He casually brushed the hair on his forehead with one hand, and hung down by his side with the other.
Xu Qingcheng followed behind, and could see that the sleeves of his windbreaker were cut. She hadn't noticed any protruding foreign objects near the railing at all. She took a few steps forward quickly, stretched out her hand to grab his arm, and grasped it firmly. , the man hissed, turned sideways suddenly, and almost turned his elbow into her face.
He didn't look very good.
The hair on his forehead was disheveled, diluting a little the cold and unruly aura on his body.
Xu Qingcheng hastily let go of his hands, blood stained his palms.
She closed her eyes abruptly.
A cut was made on the man's arm. The black clothes covered up the blood, but there was also a wound of a few centimeters by visual inspection.
Fu Jingting withdrew his arm, he clicked his tongue, grabbed her hand and rubbed it against him a few times.
"what are you doing?"
Just as Xu Qingcheng was about to open his eyes, the man called him back coldly, "Close your eyes."
She didn't open it again, only feeling that her palm was wiped clean.
The man let go of his hand and continued to walk down, not forgetting to complain with a dark face, "You are bad."
Nothing good happens.
Xu Qingcheng pursed her lips. She glanced at her clean palm, ignored his complaints, grabbed his uninjured hand, and couldn't help but pull him to the other side, "The surgery is in the building opposite, take a look." Doctor. I owe you nothing."
Her fingers were slightly cool, her palm was soft, and she pulled his hand forward.
Fu Jingting didn't check, but was dragged a few steps by her.
Duan Heng was waiting below, but he never expected that Young Master Fu would be dragged down like this.
just like that...
very weird...
The feeling of being led... for a walk...
Duan Heng's gaze returned to Fu Jingting's face from the hands they were holding together, and was frozen by the man's cold eyes.
So what, what kind of walk, nothing at all.
The man withdrew his hand abruptly and strode away.
Duan Heng nodded at Xu Qingcheng, and immediately followed.
Qingcheng stood where he was, without moving.
There are people around him to take care of him, so why should she worry about it.
He wanted to turn around and leave, but when he saw Aunt Wang, Xu Qingcheng turned his heels.
She ran over and stopped in front of Fu Jingting.
The man frowned and looked over.
Xu Qingcheng suddenly reached out and hugged his waist, raised his face, and said very gently, "Tell me after you check, don't worry me."
Fu Jingting felt numb from the tailbone to the Tianling cover.
What is this woman doing? !
The man's forehead twitched, is this jar of honey or poison?
At the end of his eyes, he saw an older woman looking straight at them.
Fu Jingting didn't bother to worry about what Xu Qingcheng was doing again, he walked away with a sullen face, the flesh on his arm was pulled away, and he hurt.
Who has time to chatter here.
The drenched windbreaker was torn off, and the hood was covered on Xu Qingcheng's head, "I will pay for a new one."
Xu Qingcheng pulled off the clothes, but seeing him coming back again, she waved her hand to take the clothes away.
She tightened her fingers, "Didn't you want me to pay?"
Fu Jingting stared at her, and suddenly said softly, "Aren't you dizzy?"
"I don't have to watch it."
He let go, turned and walked away.
Xu Qingcheng turned around, saw Aunt Wang, and was startled at the right time, "Aunt Wang, why are you here?"
"Miss Xu, your phone is turned off." Aunt Wang was a little embarrassed, "Madam woke up and fell asleep again. I was afraid that something would happen when she woke up again, so I came to see you."
When encountering such a thing, no one can remain indifferent.
Fu Jingting glanced down, but didn't expose it, and just answered her question lightly.
"possible."
His arms loosened, and Xu Qingcheng hurriedly stood up straight from his arms.
There were tiny raindrops falling, so small, Xu Qingcheng didn't care too much, she raised her face to look at him, very considerate, "Young Master Fu, what do you need me to do for you?"
Her eyes were shining in the night, Xu Qingcheng didn't try to discern what move Fu Jingting made in this move, she was frantically thinking about how to bind the two of them into a common interest collaborator, hello, hello, hello everyone.
Fu Jingting only glanced over, and she didn't miss any of her secret thoughts.
He couldn't help but twitched his forehead, and suddenly he pressed his fingers heavily on her forehead, and snorted coldly, "Don't open a dyeing workshop just by giving some paint, and try to get your idea on me."
Xu Qingcheng was thrown back by his nod, her posture was not elegant at all, she stretched out her hand to slap his hand away, feeling a little regretful, "Got it."
While speaking, a look of reluctance slanted away.
Fu Jingting stared at her eyes, even though the light was not enough, they were ecstatic. He almost subconsciously stretched out his hand to cover her eyes.
The top floor of the hospital is not a place where flowers are overflowing and suitable for viewing.It is even desolate here, and there are a few external machines of the machines placed here.There are some messy leftover stones from the building on the ground, and a clothes rail pulled up by some family member.
The man was strong, Xu Qingcheng was slapped by him, and his heel was tripped, she reached out to grab his windbreaker reflexively, the man was staggered by her, and leaned forward to press her over.
Xu Qingcheng closed her eyes and thought about it.
The expected pain did not hit, someone hugged her waist, she rose into the air, Xu Qingcheng almost subconsciously hugged the man's neck, but for a moment, she stood firmly on the ground with her arms still clinging to his neck. body.
The man cursed, shit.
Xu Qingcheng blinked, and he hit the side of the railing.
"Are you okay?" She felt a little guilty.
Fu Jingting's face was a little dark, he let go of his hand and pushed her, "The play is over, we can go."
Xu Qingcheng subconsciously turned her head and saw that the mottled iron door on the roof swayed, as if someone had run down.
Oh.
The paparazzi is gone.
The play is over.
A few thunderstorms struck, and the patter of raindrops suddenly splashed down.
Xu Qingcheng raised her hand to cover her forehead. The rain was as heavy as it could be. She gathered up her coat, turned her head and ran towards the door.
The wind suddenly picked up, and the equipment on the top floor made crackling noises.
Xu Qingcheng opened the door, and after such a short walk, her hair was wet.
She hid in and looked back, the man turned his body sideways and struggled, as if his clothes were caught, he walked forward, like a leisurely stroll, and even raised his arms and shook them vigorously, under the heavy rain, he didn't Know what's cool.
The big lamp on the wall suddenly lit up, casting a layer of light on the rain curtain of the whole evening, and the focus was naturally on the man.
Wearing a black windbreaker, with his hair disheveled by the rain, he tilted his face slightly, raised his arm and pressed it to his lips, the red color washed by the rain in the light shocked his eyes.
"Your arm, scratched?"
Xu Qingcheng stepped out a few steps, and she rushed to him, raising her hand to see his arm.
The man avoided, pressed the other hand on her head, spun, turned around, and pushed him into the door.
He followed in, and the door closed naturally behind him.
The rumbling thunder and the crashing rain were all isolated from the outside, and the unique smell of disinfectant water that belongs to the hospital rushed into the nose.
Fu Jingting walked down the stairs, the bottom half of the building was narrow and closed.
He walked ahead and completely blocked the road.
The man's back was very wide, and the black windbreaker was wet from the rain, and there were conspicuous wet marks on the peak of his back. He casually brushed the hair on his forehead with one hand, and hung down by his side with the other.
Xu Qingcheng followed behind, and could see that the sleeves of his windbreaker were cut. She hadn't noticed any protruding foreign objects near the railing at all. She took a few steps forward quickly, stretched out her hand to grab his arm, and grasped it firmly. , the man hissed, turned sideways suddenly, and almost turned his elbow into her face.
He didn't look very good.
The hair on his forehead was disheveled, diluting a little the cold and unruly aura on his body.
Xu Qingcheng hastily let go of his hands, blood stained his palms.
She closed her eyes abruptly.
A cut was made on the man's arm. The black clothes covered up the blood, but there was also a wound of a few centimeters by visual inspection.
Fu Jingting withdrew his arm, he clicked his tongue, grabbed her hand and rubbed it against him a few times.
"what are you doing?"
Just as Xu Qingcheng was about to open his eyes, the man called him back coldly, "Close your eyes."
She didn't open it again, only feeling that her palm was wiped clean.
The man let go of his hand and continued to walk down, not forgetting to complain with a dark face, "You are bad."
Nothing good happens.
Xu Qingcheng pursed her lips. She glanced at her clean palm, ignored his complaints, grabbed his uninjured hand, and couldn't help but pull him to the other side, "The surgery is in the building opposite, take a look." Doctor. I owe you nothing."
Her fingers were slightly cool, her palm was soft, and she pulled his hand forward.
Fu Jingting didn't check, but was dragged a few steps by her.
Duan Heng was waiting below, but he never expected that Young Master Fu would be dragged down like this.
just like that...
very weird...
The feeling of being led... for a walk...
Duan Heng's gaze returned to Fu Jingting's face from the hands they were holding together, and was frozen by the man's cold eyes.
So what, what kind of walk, nothing at all.
The man withdrew his hand abruptly and strode away.
Duan Heng nodded at Xu Qingcheng, and immediately followed.
Qingcheng stood where he was, without moving.
There are people around him to take care of him, so why should she worry about it.
He wanted to turn around and leave, but when he saw Aunt Wang, Xu Qingcheng turned his heels.
She ran over and stopped in front of Fu Jingting.
The man frowned and looked over.
Xu Qingcheng suddenly reached out and hugged his waist, raised his face, and said very gently, "Tell me after you check, don't worry me."
Fu Jingting felt numb from the tailbone to the Tianling cover.
What is this woman doing? !
The man's forehead twitched, is this jar of honey or poison?
At the end of his eyes, he saw an older woman looking straight at them.
Fu Jingting didn't bother to worry about what Xu Qingcheng was doing again, he walked away with a sullen face, the flesh on his arm was pulled away, and he hurt.
Who has time to chatter here.
The drenched windbreaker was torn off, and the hood was covered on Xu Qingcheng's head, "I will pay for a new one."
Xu Qingcheng pulled off the clothes, but seeing him coming back again, she waved her hand to take the clothes away.
She tightened her fingers, "Didn't you want me to pay?"
Fu Jingting stared at her, and suddenly said softly, "Aren't you dizzy?"
"I don't have to watch it."
He let go, turned and walked away.
Xu Qingcheng turned around, saw Aunt Wang, and was startled at the right time, "Aunt Wang, why are you here?"
"Miss Xu, your phone is turned off." Aunt Wang was a little embarrassed, "Madam woke up and fell asleep again. I was afraid that something would happen when she woke up again, so I came to see you."
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