Mr. Fan's Cold and Ugly Wife

Yan Nanqing got out of the car and had already walked a few steps in. He didn't hear any movement behind him, so he looked back.

She was still thinking in her seat.

"Are you going to wait in the car?" He could only ask.

Lin quietly looked at him, she originally thought so, she can wait for him in the car, after all, this is his private residence, and he has never heard him mention it, if she goes, she will know his address.

How much does he mind?
But on second thought, considering her safety, Yan Nanqing couldn't possibly put her in the car alone.

"Oh." She responded, got out of the car anyway, and followed him into the building in front of her.

In general residential areas, cars are not allowed to drive in directly, at most they are driven in the underground garage.

But Yan Nanqing drove the car directly in front of the building, obviously not an ordinary community.

Followed into the elevator and saw him press the 19th floor.

While waiting for the elevator, Lin Qiaoqiao had been standing quietly in the corner, neither talking nor looking at him, just waiting.

As soon as the elevator stopped, she followed Yan Nanqing out.

It was only after getting out of the elevator that there was only one household on this entire floor?
She couldn't help but stare at the back of the man who was entering the password. He is a bodyguard. Where did he get so much money to rent such a large flat?

"Come here." Just as he was thinking, Yan Nanqing looked back at her.

The voice returned to its usual lack of temperature.

Lin quietly frowned, she was quiet all the way, just because he was the wounded, it didn't mean she lost her temper.

"What?"

Yan Nanqing pulled her over.

She wanted to struggle, she hadn't wiped the blood on her hands, she was looking for a tissue in the car, but she didn't want to touch any place on the car, she hated things that other women had used.

The blood is now dry.

Yan Nanqing obviously didn't pay attention to this, he held her hand and pressed his finger on the place where the fingerprint was recorded.

After pressing it two or three times, he heard the door lock prompt 'Completed', and he let her go, then pushed the door and entered the room, leaving only one sentence for her: "Take care, I'll treat the wound."

Lin quietly entered the door, and was surprised by the house layout under the light he turned on.

Luxurious, very luxurious!

The huge house is decorated with exquisite and low-key decoration, showing the same frigid style as its owner, but she is quite happy?

She was not familiar with the structure of the house, anyway, when she entered, Yan Nanqing had already disappeared, and she didn't intend to look for it, so she just entered the living room.

I looked around, picked a pillow and sat down, waiting quietly.

Only his eyes didn't stop, and he saw half of the decoration and decoration in his house.

Come to a conclusion: rich!

After thinking about it for a while, ask him if he has other occupations, or is the bodyguard his father gave him really that tall?
Almost half an hour.

After Yan Nanqing took care of the wounds on his arms and side waist, he tidied up briefly, and put his clothes into a bag to throw away before going to the living room.

As soon as he stepped in, his steps paused a little.

The girl on the sofa had obviously fallen asleep, the pillow in her arms had rolled to the side, she was leaning on the armchair, her head resting in an uncomfortable position, she was probably too sleepy to adjust.

The man walked over very lightly, and reached out to take away the pillow next to him, trying to wake him up.

He stretched out his hand but changed his mind, he just picked her up and laid her flat on the sofa, his eyes fell on her hand.

The blood had dried up, and the girl was probably afraid of soiling the sofa, so her palms were still curled up.

Yan Nanqing couldn't help ticking it off, how sleepy he was, he would rather hold hands and not know to go to the bathroom to wash up?When I went to the bar with Chi Yu, I was quite energetic!

Thinking of this, the man had already got up, reached out and filled up the wet wipes not far away, took out one, held her in one hand, and wiped the palm of his hand with the other.

He didn't feel it when he was treating his own wound, but at this moment Yan Nanqing realized that it was a delicate job.

Her hands are very thin, the fingers, skin, and palms are all soft and white, so white that it seems to be transparent under the light.

He couldn't help but relax again.

She still held hands subconsciously. The man was afraid of waking her up, so he didn't force her to open her hand. He just put the wet wipes on his fingertips and wiped them back and forth with his fingers submerged in his half-clasped hands.

He moved lightly, so he had to wipe it several times before it was clean. After repeated wiping, his fingers went in and out of her palm repeatedly, and the backs of his fingers rubbed her soft fingers.

After a long time, he realized how strange this posture and movement was, so strange that a normal him had to think about it, thinking that he wiped his palm and stretched his fingers into something else on him.

A strange ambiguity immediately appeared in the air.

Yan Nanqing stopped his movements.

In such a late night, it was completely inappropriate for this kind of thought to come up. He even had to take out his hand, throw away the wet wipe and replace it with a new one to erase the dirty picture in his mind.

Maybe he thought about something he shouldn't, and his breath became thicker and heavier, so when he wiped the blood for her again, he couldn't control his strength well.

It finally woke her up.

Lin Qiaoqiao narrowed her eyes slightly, and looked at him for two seconds. Yan Nanqing was squatting beside the sofa, and her eyes didn't take too much effort, so she asked in a daze, "What are you doing?"

The man just said lightly: "Wipe your hands."

hand?
She looked and remembered that her hands were still stained with blood.

Just wipe it off, she is so sleepy, she will close her eyes again after sleeping for a while.

This time she spread her hands, and it was much easier for Yan Nanqing to clean up. She used four or five wet wipes to clean it up for her, and did not forget to check it again.

But at that time, she was still fast asleep.

Yan Nanqing stood on the sofa for a while, but in the end he didn't wake her up.

She has trouble sleeping, Yan Nanqing knows this, just fall asleep when she falls asleep, sleeping in his apartment will not wrong her, anyway, she will be the only one at home when she goes back to the villa .

He carried her into his bedroom and put her on the big bed.

The man bent over, and his movements were considered very light, for fear of waking him up, when he pulled his arm out, he even pulled it out piece by piece.

His eyes fell on her pink nose that had been crying.

She has a very delicate face, she removes her usual arrogance and occasional arrogance towards him, and all that is left is obedient and docile.

Before Yan Nanqing could react in his mind, the back of his finger had already touched the girl's face, brushing past the tear stains at the corners of her eyes.

Provoking the girl's nose to wrinkle slightly, he stopped.

If I remember correctly, Lin Zhenhong didn't shed tears on the day of Lin Zhenhong's accident. Should she be said to be cruel?

But tonight, I was yelled at by him again with a stream of tears, so I don't look like a cruel person.