After wearing books, I married a sick villain

Chapter 64 You Can't Think About Others When You're With Me

After returning home, Ruan Jiaojiao cooked some porridge and went to the company.

Just after Fu Qiran returned to the office after the meeting, he saw Ruan Jiaojiao who brought the porridge.

He walked over quickly and sat down on the sofa.

Ruan Jiaojiao handed the porridge to Fu Qiran and said, "Mr. Fu, it's a little hot, eat it slowly."

Fu Qiran nodded, and began to eat in small bites.

Ruan Jiaojiao sat aside, her expression a little absent-minded.

Fu Qiran glanced at Ruan Jiaojiao and frowned.

"Jiaojiao, what are you thinking?" He asked.

"Hmm..." Ruan Jiaojiao replied vaguely.

"Huh?" Fu Qiran's eyes froze, "Thinking of other men?"

Ruan Jiaojiao shook her head, "No, I was thinking about senior sister."

"What's wrong, sister?" Fu Qiran asked casually.

Ruan Jiaojiao hesitated for a moment, shook her head and said, "It's nothing."

Fu Qiran's brows were further frowned by such pretentious words.

He hated the feeling that things were out of his control.

Fu Qiran put down the porridge bowl, resting his right leg on top of his left.

He put his left hand on his right leg, turned his body to Ruan Jiaojiao's side, and lifted Ruan Jiaojiao's chin with his other hand, so that she could only look at him.

"Jiaojiao."

Fu Qiran read her name with a low and hoarse voice.

Ruan Jiaojiao's slightly surprised little face was reflected in his pure black pupils, and there was a hidden darkness deep in the pupils.

"Don't hide anything from me."

Words full of desire to control rang in Ruan Jiaojiao's ears.

At this moment, Ruan Jiaojiao seemed to have caught a glimpse of the villain described in the novel who could single-handedly stir up the entire entertainment industry and make the hero and heroine suffer.

Ruan Jiaojiao's eyelashes trembled, and after a second or two, she let out a soft "um" from her nasal cavity.

Only then did Fu Qiran curl his lips in satisfaction, "So what's the matter? Huh?"

Ruan Jiaojiao raised her eyes and looked straight at Fu Qiran.

After a few seconds, she spoke:
"I saw the senior sister arguing with her friends."

"She's a little sad, so I'm a little concerned."

Fu Qiran's thumb gently stroked Ruan Jiaojiao's soft chin, with a happy expression on his face.

"What do you care about?" He asked in a good mood.

Ruan Jiaojiao was silent for a few seconds, and then said: "Senior sister is very kind to me, she often brings me small biscuits, she is sad but I can't help her, so I just care about it."

While saying these words, Ruan Jiaojiao kept looking at Fu Qiran.

There is a gleam of water in the overly beautiful pupils, which can easily arouse people's goodwill, but at the same time, it can't arouse the slightest suspicion.

Even Fu Qiran couldn't resist the truth in her eyes.

"In that case, you just ask her directly if she needs help."

"Help if she needs it, don't help if she doesn't need it, don't need to worry about anything."

"and……"

Fu Qiran stopped, leaned forward, and leaned in front of Ruan Jiaojiao.

The scent of milk from Ruan Jiaojiao's body penetrated into his nostrils, he took a deep breath, and said a little hoarsely: "I don't want you to think about other people when you're with me, not even women. "

"do you understand?"

Fu Qiran's tone was light, but there was an indescribable sense of threat.

Ruan Jiaojiao's eyelashes trembled slightly, and the hot air she exhaled sprayed on Fu Qiran's face, carrying a faint milky fragrance.

Fu Qiran's breathing was stagnant, his eyes dimmed.

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