After wearing books, I married a sick villain

Chapter 129 The Ointment That Won't Leave Scars
Grandma Shi looked back at the butler, the smile on her face subsided a little.

"Being angry is better than doing nothing."

"I heard from Old Man Xia that Xiaoran has not been around for a few years."

If it is doomed that the grandson's life cannot be saved, then the Fu family can't end their successor either.

Grandma Shi sighed and looked towards the stairs.

Her expression was in a trance for a moment, and she murmured: "I always think that the child Jiaojiao will bring hope to Xiaoran."

The butler sighed lowly and said nothing more.

Meanwhile, upstairs.

Fu Qiran did not take Ruan Jiaojiao to her former room, but took her to his former room.

His room was at the very end of the second floor. The room was less than ten square meters, with a bed made of wooden boards and a tattered cabinet that he didn't know where.

Other than that, nothing else.

This room is where Fu Qiran lived for 20 years.

This is the first time Ruan Jiaojiao came to Fu Qiran's room in the old house.

Different from the imaginary grandeur, this room is small and depressing, without even a window.

The sun can't get in, and at night, this is the darkest place in the whole villa.

Fu Qiran let Ruan Jiaojiao stand there, while he squatted down to find something from the cabinet.

After a few minutes, he took out a small porcelain bottle.

"What is this?" Ruan Jiaojiao asked suspiciously.

"Wound medicine." Fu Qiran said, "It won't leave scars after wiping it off."

After a second pause, he said again, "I did it myself."

Ruan Jiaojiao looked at Fu Qiran in surprise.

"you made it yourself?"

"Amazing!"

Fu Qiran nodded lightly, looked at Ruan Jiaojiao and said, "Take off your clothes."

Ruan Jiaojiao:! ! !

She subconsciously took a step back.

"I'm really not hurt, Grandma Shi was just joking."

Fu Qiran pursed his lips tightly and stood up.

He took a step forward and approached Ruan Jiaojiao.

One step, one step, another step.

Ruan Jiaojiao retreated subconsciously, and within a few seconds, she leaned against the cold door.

At this moment, Fu Qiran had already walked in front of her.

He looked down at Ruan Jiaojiao with a gloomy expression.

Xia Youzhi's words echoed in his mind.

[Don't irritate Madam. 】

Fu Qiran took a deep breath, pursed his lips and said, "Let me see if my arm is injured."

Ruan Jiaojiao bit her lip and said in a low voice, "Can I just look at my arm? I'm really not injured."

"En." Fu Qiran responded in a low voice.

Ruan Jiaojiao breathed a sigh of relief, and pulled up her left sleeve.

The soft jade arm like snow lotus root was displayed in Fu Qiran's eyes, and there was no trace of injury on it.

Fu Qiran lowered his eyes and rolled his Adam's apple.

"The other one," he said.

Ruan Jiaojiao obediently pulled up her right sleeve.

Still white and clean, not to mention bruising, not even a small red mark.

"I'm really not hurt." Ruan Jiaojiao repeated stubbornly.

Fu Qiran let out a "hmm", took her right hand, and put the small white porcelain bottle in her palm.

"This is for you." Fu Qiran said, "If you accidentally get injured in the future, you can use it."

After a pause, he said again: "There is only such a bottle in the world."

"Will this really not leave scars?" Ruan Jiaojiao asked curiously.

"Yeah." Fu Qiran lowered his eyes, "I used to use it a lot."

(End of this chapter)