Sick pet: Fu Shaonuan's wife has to be coaxed

Chapter 109 056: Machine Washed

Chapter 109 056: Machine Washed

In the middle of the night, Fu Yan was lying on the sofa, tossing and turning, unable to fall asleep. Those dark eyes were almost hidden in the darkness, but they were burning brightly, like two clusters of flames burning in the depths.

He sat up abruptly and glanced in the direction of the bedroom, his expression was gloomy and his meaning was unclear.

Didn't it just burn two fires?

He stripped himself to the bottom, and there was nothing left, but the girl told him that she was sleepy and wanted to sleep.

God damn sleepy!

He raised his hand and touched his temple with his fingers, wondering what went wrong.

Distraught, he suddenly thought of something, sighed resignedly, got up and walked into the bathroom.

One end of the sofa was facing the window, the curtains were not drawn tightly, and the moonlight came in through the gap, casting a bright white light on the floor, reflecting the black and white decoration style, dark and cold.

The decoration of the bedroom is also in black and white style, simple and cold, the bed sheets are pure white without any pattern, but the quilt is dark gray, slightly raised, covering the thin girl.

Mu Jinyue closed her eyes tightly, the light coming in through the curtains was too dark, blurring her outline, but she could still see her furrowed eyebrows and trembling eyelashes.

As if she had dreamed something, she huddled under the quilt uneasily, curled up in a ball, her head was covered with sweat, her lips were pale, and she was muttering about something.

"do not……"

She woke up suddenly. In the darkness, her eyes were red and red, empty and without focus.

After several minutes, Mu Jinyue threw off the quilt and rushed outside.

It was not a familiar place, the fear in her heart was infinitely magnified, panic took over her mind, and she stumbled to open the door.

Fu Yanzheng pursed his lips in a daze, when he saw the door suddenly opened, he was taken aback for a moment, then raised his eyelids: "What's wrong?"

Mu Jinyue didn't answer him, the sky was dark, and there was a blurry scene in front of her eyes, and her ears were buzzing, and she couldn't hear anything clearly.

She didn't even have the nerve to think about who the person in front of her was, and ran directly in the direction of the bathroom in her memory.

The injury on the sole of her foot has not healed yet, and it was torn apart after such a strenuous exercise, sharp pain swept through her mind, she staggered and fell to the ground, but her instinctive reaction was not to get up, but to cling to the coffee table, hugging her hands. arm, I wish I could tuck myself under the coffee table and hide.

Fu Yan finally felt that something was wrong, and hurriedly got up and turned on the light.

Bloodstains were clearly visible on the black and white baseboard. Fu Yan frowned, looking at her shrunken feet following the blood.

Mu Jinyue didn't bring her pajamas, and she was still wearing Fu Yan's shirt. The black shirt was too big, and the length almost reached her knees, which was just right for her nightdress.

But when she shrank like this, the loose hem went up, barely covering the place that shouldn't be exposed, exposing the white and creamy skin on her legs, the black and white contrast was clear and strong, the left neckline also fell to the shoulder, the pink shoulder The belt is exposed, a thin strip, this person is messy and moving.

Fu Yan's eyes dimmed, but they did not stop at these places, but moved down and landed on her faintly exposed feet.

The blood seeped out from that place, not much, but the mottled traces made people feel pain like a pinprick in the heart.

Before he had time to think about what was going on with her weird behaviors, Fu Yan squatted down and reached out to hug her out, preparing to treat the wound on her foot.

As a result, as soon as he raised his hand, Mu Jinyue shrank back again, until his back was on the sofa legs and there was no way to retreat. Then he stopped, but his whole body was trembling, even the sofa was trembling slightly.

She raised her hand, with tears in her eyes, her eyes were red, and she looked charming under the warm yellow light.

"Fu Yan...?"

A very soft whisper, speaking in a breathy voice, so soft that you can't tell if your voice is hoarse, like an uncertain confirmation, fearful and timid.

Fu Yan's Adam's apple twitched, "It's me." His throat tightened, his voice was dry and astringent, and it was extremely difficult to say.

She didn't speak anymore, she staggered her eyes, the shallow pupils were empty, lifeless, like a wandering spirit.

Fu Yan's voice was very soft: "You are injured."

She didn't respond, her eyes were dull, and she didn't know what she was thinking.

Fu Yan continued: "The wound needs to be treated."

This time Mu Jinyue reacted, her eyes moved, she lowered her eyelids to look at the blood on the ground, and then glanced at the feet curled up in the crook of her legs.

Fu Yan continued to coax her, using a tone he had never used before, with an unbelievable gentleness: "Can you sterilize the wound first? Then," he paused, suddenly remembered something, and asked tentatively, " How about I sing to you then?"

Not knowing if the last sentence played a role, she raised her head and finally looked into his eyes.

Fu Yan's heart suddenly twitched, and he wanted to raise his hand to cover her eyes and tell her not to look at him like that.

Will feel bad.

But he didn't do that, he knelt on the ground and reached out to her.

Mu Jinyue looked at him and shook her head, but still didn't speak.

"Then what do you want?" Fu Yan asked.

Mu Jinyue finally spoke, still in that very soft voice: "Can you do whatever you want?"

"Yes," Fu Yan nodded, and added: "But you can't hurt yourself."

Mu Jinyue lowered her eyelids, and gently pulled the corners of her mouth.

"You can't do it."

"If you don't say it, how do you know I can't do it?"

Mu Jinyue's tensed shoulder blades relaxed slightly, as if she was smiling, and her words were desolate: "Because you are not a god."

What does she want?

She wanted to use herself to exchange that unborn brother back, how could Fu Yan do it?

"Forget it," she leaned her head back, her body was still trembling slightly, and her breath was unsteady, "I want to hear you sing."

Fu Yan said yes, and Kai Lip sang one after another until she fell into a deep sleep. He carried her back to the bedroom, and then quietly found the medicine box to help her treat the wound on her foot.

Fortunately, he asked his aunt to clean it before he came back, and the wound was only covered with some dust.

His movements were very light, and Mu Jinyue seemed to be unconscious, comfortable and at ease.

The next day, the sky was bright, and the dark curtains were very effective in shading the light. The sky outside was clear, but the bedroom was a little dark. The girl on the bed had her eyes closed, her facial features were delicate, but there was a cloud of shadows between her brows, like a girl who had fallen into darkness. Angel.

Fu Yan sat cross-legged on the side of the bed, the temperature was high, and the floor would not be very cold, one hand drooped naturally, the other hand supported his chin, and his elbows rested on his knees. Seeing that the ground was covered with green ash, his thin lips opened and closed, After singing all night, her voice was hoarse, but it had another kind of provocative charm.

Suddenly, the ending sound was out of tune, and he opened his mouth and yawned.

The girl on the bed woke up suddenly and sat up.

Fu Yan hadn't finished yawning yet, but was startled by her sudden movement, choked his throat with saliva, wanted to cough, opened his mouth wide again, and suddenly his facial features twisted.

"Cough cough cough!" He patted his chest, coughing until his ears and neck were stained with a thin layer of crimson.

After Mu Jinyue opened her eyes, she found herself in an unfamiliar environment, and it took several seconds for her to react.

Hearing someone coughing beside her, she turned her head to look, and met his red eyes from coughing.

"Why are you here?"

She just asked the words, the memory came back, the whole person froze, pursed her lips, and there was a trace of obvious panic in her eyes.

Those things that she wanted to hide were suddenly revealed, which made her feel a little overwhelmed for a moment, and she didn't even know how to react.

Fu Yan didn't give her time to think, his eyes fell on her gauze-wrapped feet, and his voice was low and hoarse: "Does it hurt?"

Mu Jinyue followed his gaze, only to realize that both of her feet had been reported as zongzi, the strict ones.

"...It doesn't hurt."

Fu Yan nodded, and simply sat on the floor, raised his hand and rubbed his temples, with a look of tiredness on his face, he closed his eyes and shook his head to wake himself up, and then asked her: "What happened to you last night?" ?”

Mu Jinyue's heart skipped a beat, she bowed her head and remained silent.

With that attitude of refusal to cooperate again, Fu Yan gritted his back teeth, frowned, his eyes were bloodshot, and looked a little more hostile.

"I know if you don't tell me."

Mu Jinyue was startled, raised her eyes to look at him, subconsciously clenched the corner of the quilt, and held her breath.

"Did I forget to say yesterday," he tilted his head back, his jaw line was smooth, and his Adam's apple would roll up and down when he spoke, "after the divorce, my dad tended to be slightly depressed."

Her fingertips sank into the quilt, and her palms tingled from being rubbed by the fabric. Mu Jinyue lowered her eyes to hide the emotion in her eyes.

Slight tendency towards depression.

But she is not.

She didn't speak, which was equivalent to acquiescing in Fu Yan's eyes.

He got up and sat cross-legged for too long, his legs were a little numb. He supported the wall for a few seconds, then leaned over with his upper body, raised his hands, and hugged her in his arms.

Mu Jinyue buried her face in Fu Yan's chest, the boy's breath enveloped her whole body, it was difficult to breathe, she wanted to struggle, but the other party hugged her even tighter.

"It's not a big deal," he said lazily, with the arrogance coming out of his femur, "Let's take it easy, it's not like I'm still here, so I'm afraid I won't be happy in the future."

Mu Jinyue blinked, and pressed his heart against his ear, beeping, a little fast, but still calm and powerful.

This person, from the very beginning, used a temptation that she couldn't resist. Whether it was the eyes, the voice, the embrace, or the beating of the heart, she had the urge to be desperate once.

She shook her head, relaxed her tense muscles, and asked softly, "Fu Yan, do you want to chase me?"

Fu Yan lowered his eyelashes, looking at the little girl obediently being held in his arms, he felt amused.

"Isn't it clear enough what I mean?"

"not enough."

He laughed and rubbed her hair: "Then how should I behave?"

"do not know."

Fu Yan: "..." This is a bit difficult.

Mu Jinyue raised her hand and gently pushed him away, because she slept all night and after all the troubles, her hair was messy and a little fried, she looked confused and cute.

Fu Yan curled his lips, his brows and eyes were soft.

Finally, it was no longer the lifeless look it had in the middle of the night yesterday.

Seeing Fu Yan's smile, Mu Jinyue probably guessed what she was like now, raised her hand and grabbed two handfuls of hair, lifted the quilt and got out of bed, "Are there any spare toiletries?"

Fu Yan nodded.

Mu Jinyue lowered her head and tugged at the hem of her shirt again, frowning slightly, "Can you lend me another dress?"

After sleeping all night, although it is still very clean, it is full of folds and wrinkles.

Just as Fu Yan was about to speak, his brows and eyes moved suddenly, and he raised his lips and said with a smile: "My clothes are only for my girlfriend to wear."

Mu Jinyue: "..."

She looked at the slightly ruffian smile on the corner of Fu Yan's mouth, narrowed her eyes, and suddenly raised her hand, pinching it on the hem of the clothes.

Fu Yan was startled, his face flushed red, he closed his eyes and shouted, "Wait a minute!"

He didn't hear any movement, and he didn't dare to open his eyes, for fear of seeing something blood-spitting, he blushed and stammered, "You...what are you going to do?"

It was as if he was about to be molested.

"Didn't it mean that only your girlfriend can wear your clothes?" Mu Jinyue crossed her arms and looked at him leisurely, with faint smile lines in her eyes and an unconcealable smile in her voice: " What do you think I'm going to do?"

"I just said casually, you have to take off—"

Fu Yan realized later that Mu Jinyue was teasing him. He gritted his teeth and opened his eyes.

Seeing Mu Jinyue's clothes neatly dressed, he didn't know whether to breathe a sigh of relief or regret.

Mu Jinyue cast a sideways glance at him: "You're still afraid that I won't be able to do anything to you."

He shook his head and said seriously, "I'm afraid of what I might do to you."

The time and place are very suitable, and she is the girl he has been interested in for more than ten years. Fu Yan doesn't want to do anything to hurt her.

What he said was a bit ambiguous, Mu Jinyue blushed a little, and changed the subject: "Since it's not exclusive to girlfriends, you can always lend it to me, right?"

"When will I say no more?" Fu Yan was very wronged, unable to laugh or cry.

Mu Jinyue raised her chin: "The wardrobe is over there."

Fu Yan stood still, she blinked, and was about to ask, when Fu Yan smiled helplessly, and then said: "My clothes are too big for you, and you will feel uncomfortable."

Mu Jinyue looked down, tugged at her sleeves, and nodded, feeling really uncomfortable, "So I can only make do with it."

"No, your clothes should be dry already."

"Did it?" Mu Jinyue was a little surprised, but quickly realized, her eyes widened, a little shocked: "You can't wash it for me, right?"

Fu Yan turned and walked out: "It was washed in the washing machine." As he walked, his short hair swayed, revealing the tips of his shallow ears.

Mu Jinyue stood where she was, her shallow pupils seemed to be rippling slowly, even though the room was dark, they were still shining and moving.

Since it was washed in the washing machine, why is he blushing?

It's kinda cute though...

She smiled and walked out, just in time to see Fu Yan walking this way with the clothes.

Summer clothes are thin and the temperature is high. The shirt and jeans she wore yesterday have dried overnight, and there is still a faint fragrance of laundry detergent.

Fu Yan handed it to her, and slightly rolled his eyes, as if a little embarrassed and shy: "Go and change it, the toiletries are in the drawer under the sink, and they are all new."

　Today is Young Master Fu who wants to wash clothes for his future girlfriend after getting angry!

(End of this chapter)