Grandpa Fu's little milk bag is soft and sweet

It’s over.

Yuan Xi, who thought he had escaped, consciously leaned against the wall, standing in a standard military posture, waiting to be punished.

Sensing the suddenly serious atmosphere, Nan Yu looked at Yuan Xi's actions in puzzlement.

Those darkened pupils felt very pitiful in the little rabbit's eyes.

Silently pushed it out of Fu Jiecheng's arms, walked over skillfully, squatted at the corner of the wall where Yuanxi was standing, and faced the wall thinking: "Mr. Fu, it's very pitiful for my cousin to be malnourished and without a wife. Don't punish him. Punish me."

Yuan Xi, who had already resigned to her fate, almost burst into tears.

It's not that she was moved, but that she was pitied by what Nan Yu said about herself.

Fu Jiecheng looked at one standing in the corner for punishment, and the other squatting in the corner reflecting, his temples twitched.

But the little rabbit pinched his weakness with a word.

No one is willing to punish the little rabbit.

He softened his tone: "Come here."

The little rabbit shook his head: "You can't punish my cousin."

Attitude is firm.

Fu Jiecheng thought of the injury on Nan Yu's hand, stepped forward and picked him up from the ground.

But as soon as he put it back on the sofa, the little rabbit jumped back to the corner.

Seeing that little hand was about to dig a hole in the carpet again, Fu Jiecheng compromised when he picked him up again: "I promise you, I won't punish him."

Yuan Xi was instantly in awe of Nan Yu who could make the capital alive.

I was so moved that I immediately decided that as long as I escaped this catastrophe, let alone ten grandpa Mao, I will give him all my hands and continue to eat dirt for a month without regret.

Fu Jiecheng hugged Nan Yu in a squatting position, raised his head and asked, "Really?"

"Yeah." Fu Jiecheng carried him to the sofa to check the little rabbit's hands: "When did I ever lie to you?"

"Mr. Fu is so kind." Nan Yu hugged Fu Jiecheng happily, but then thought of something, and said again: "It is said that a man's life will be perfect if he has three wives and four concubines. Can Mr. Fu give away his cousin's remaining wife? Pay him back?"

Fu Jiecheng frowned: "Who told you?"

Nan Yu pursed her lips again and shook her head.

All the TVs and projection screens at home have been turned into the "Entering Life" column, and the little rabbit is very obedient during this time and only reads the books he sent.

Fu Jiecheng glanced at the people standing in the corner.

The latter straightened his waist even more, not daring to breathe.

He is wronged!

The clearly mentioned 'three wives and four concubines' refers to those big and small wives - sports cars.

"Mr. Fu..." The little rabbit started acting coquettishly and crawled into his arms again.

Fu Jiecheng lost his temper and ordered the housekeeper to take out a bag full of keys.

The surprise came too suddenly.

I thought today was the day of my death, but I managed to escape and brought my wife home.

The light from Yuan Xi's eyes was brighter than the light on his head.

But some people were too happy too early, as if they forgot that they were in front of the man who was called the Living Hades by the outside world.

All tenderness is only for one person.

And how could it be so easy to let go of those who made mistakes.

The butler placed all the keys neatly one meter away from Yuan Xi, and made a gesture of invitation.

Things have been completed and promised to be returned to him.

It depends on whether you have the courage to go forward and get it.

Yuan Xi almost covered her mouth and let out a cry of 'wow'.

This is for him to repent while looking at his wives.

You can only look at it, but you can't touch it, and it's not as uncomfortable as him.

The hand hanging by the side was about to move several times, but in the end he could only hold back by pinching his thigh.

But I didn't think this was just the beginning.

After Fu Jiecheng went upstairs with Nan Yu in his arms, the housekeeper handed ten cards of Grandpa Mao to Yuan Xi: "Master Yuan, this is given to you by Master Cheng's order."

Yuan Xi, whose bank card was frozen, didn't think it was Fu Jiecheng's conscience discovery.

"I don't want it." He refused decisively.

The housekeeper showed distress: "Master Yuan, I think you should accept it. The bonus you hid in the car has been handed over. This... This is your living expenses for the next three months."

Yuanxi: "??"

Butler: "Grandpa Cheng also said that starting from tomorrow, you will report to the Fu Group. You must complete the goal of earning 1000 million yuan within three months. If you fail to achieve it, then these cars will be sent to the trading market."

Yuanxi: "??!!!"

If he is a free-spirited person to go to work, he still needs to earn 1000 million in three months!

What's the difference between breaking the wings of a free-flying eagle and putting it in a cage!

"By the way, Grandpa Cheng also said that for the sake of family affection, there will be a live broadcast for you to watch them for the last time..."

As soon as Nan Yu went upstairs, he heard wailing from below.

He immediately raised his ears to listen carefully, and asked worriedly, "Did Mr. Fu really not punish his cousin?"

Fu Jiecheng didn't change his face: "No."

"But how can I hear my cousin howling?"

"I taught him how to make money, maybe too much fun."

Thinking of Nan Yu who Yuanxi said could not make money, he immediately raised the image of the person hugging him to the highest point, wrapping his hands around Fu Jiecheng's neck: "Mr. Fu is really a good man."

The corner of Fu Jiecheng's lips curled up again when he was issued a good card.

Shortly after entering the room, there was a knock on the door.

A man walks in with a medicine kit.

Dressed in pure white, she has an elegant and clean demeanor, and her soft facial features make her peach blossom eyes even more charming. It seems dreamy and blurred, which makes people let down their guard and ignore the hidden sharpness.

"Master Cheng." The man came to Fu Jiecheng and spoke respectfully.

The latter nodded.

The man squatted down to open the medical box, and when he looked up at Nan Yu, he said, "Little rabbit, your wound may need to be treated again."

Nan Yu looked at him warily.

The man who saw the guard chuckled and said: "I forgot to introduce myself, Jian Boxun, Lord Cheng's personal doctor, but to be more precise, he was a... spiritual doctor before."

Spiritual doctor, his honorary title of doctor in that world!

But ordinary humans can't enter that world, and this person doesn't have any demon aura.

Nan Yu looked at Fu Jiecheng in fear.

The latter stroked his head and comforted him, "He won't hurt you, be good, deal with the wound first."

This sentence made Nan Yu stretch out his hand obediently.

The gentle words made Jian Boxun's movements slightly stagnant, and a look of surprise flashed in his eyes, and he looked at Nan Yu with a little more scrutiny.

Without a trace, he suppressed his emotions and began to untie the gauze on Nan Yu's hand.

The treated wound was covered with a layer of white powder, but it still couldn't cover the dark red blood on the metacarpal bone inside, and there were still many scratched wounds on the back of the hand.

Fu Jiecheng's face was extremely ugly, his sunken eyes were trying to hold back, and his eyes were full of distress when he looked at the little rabbit.

Gently stroked Nan Yu's head with his hand.

It's all hurt like this and it doesn't hurt.

"The metacarpal bone is not broken, but some of the side wounds are deeply scratched by the glass, and a tetanus shot may be needed." Jian Boxun said after the examination.

Nan Yu was not afraid when the wound was being treated in the hospital, and he was not afraid that he would be re-medicated.

Only the word 'needle' instantly shrank the little rabbit's courage.

Seeing the little rabbit's fear, Fu Jiecheng frowned and asked, "Do you have to hit it?"

"Normally speaking, it's not necessary, but..." Jian Boxun clicked, and only one look said everything.

Nanyu has a special fate. Before becoming a human, he was weak and sickly, which made him extremely sensitive to bacteria, and his incidence rate was higher than that of anyone else.

If you are not careful, you may die.

Even if there is only a one in a thousand chance, Fu Jiecheng will not allow it.

"Mr. Fu, I don't want an injection." Seeing the looseness in Fu Jiecheng's eyes, Nan Yu threw herself into his arms in fear.

Fu Jiecheng touched the little rabbit's ears to comfort him, "Be good, the wound will get infected if you don't hit it."

"I won't get an injection, I won't get an injection." The little rabbit, who was afraid of needles, didn't cooperate with anything this time, shaking his head desperately, and even started to struggle.

The restless person in his arms made Fu Jiecheng's heart feel like something was beating him. Looking at the tears that started to gather in his eyes because of fear, he bent down in pain and kissed the little guy's lips...?