Mr. Fan's Cold and Ugly Wife

The man's brows were also furrowed, and he glanced at her, his lips pursed tightly.

The voice was also inexplicably depressed, "If you smash it, you will smash it. How much is the pot worth?"

Lin Qiaoyou snorted softly, and said in a calm tone, "I don't think I'm worth much."

Yan Nanqing's original smile disappeared little by little, and he looked at her fixedly, even his voice seemed to sink a lot.

"Stay angry all day, why didn't you leave me alone?"

He asked seriously.

So Lin Quietly didn't know how to answer after listening for a long time.

After Yan Nanqing said that sentence, he didn't speak again for a long time, but was studying her fingertips, and then said: "It needs to be pierced, get the bruise out, and then apply some medicine to bandage it."

She frowned, "If it's not rotten, you have to rot it? I think you can't see me...I'll wait for it to disappear on its own in a few days."

The man looked at her lowly, "Perhaps the meat inside has been smashed, waiting to stink and die?"

She really didn't understand these things, she just felt that her fingers were swollen, painful and ugly, so she just wrapped them in a band-aid, so she couldn't see them.

Yan Nanqing went to fetch a few things one after another, put them on the table one by one, and said calmly: "It won't hurt very much, just bear with it and it will pass."

"Of course you say it doesn't hurt if your hands are not on your body." She was dissatisfied.

The man moved in an orderly manner, "My injury is not on your body, don't you feel any pain?"

Lin Quietly was taken aback by this rhetorical question, and stared at him blankly.

Then snorted softly, "You seem to have a sense of accomplishment?"

She was obviously very angry, but until he got hurt, she put everything aside and took care of him all day, making him look very attractive?

"Okay." He replied in a low voice.

Lin Qiyou stared at him with beautiful eyes.

And he was calm and calm, and continued to work on the work in hand, appearing very serious and focused, so he seemed caught off guard when he asked her out of the blue.

"Do you like me that much?"

Her eyes flickered, and then she sneered slightly, "How much do you like it? A teenage girl said she likes it casually, and you take it seriously?"

Yan Nanqing only slightly twitched the corner of his mouth.

Feng Liang said: "I'm going to be eighteen soon, so I have the nerve to say I'm in my teens?"

It was clearly saying that she was pretending to be tender.

Lin Qiaoqiao was about to refute something, but the sudden pain in her fingertips made her stop.

"Okay." Yan Nanqing put down the needle and said lightly.

At a glance, she only saw blood bubbling out, which made people feel very uncomfortable, so she immediately looked away.

Yan Nanqing helped her clean up the bruise, applied medicine on her, and finally wrapped her in a Band-Aid.

"Why do you like me?" After dealing with it, the man returned to the previous question.

His expression didn't look much different from usual, as if asking this question was just out of simple curiosity and wanted to know.

Lin quietly looked at him, and just smiled faintly, "You don't need any reason to like someone, but there should be a reason for not liking someone?"

She looked at him, meaning, she wanted to know why he didn't like her?
Yan Nanqing's movements in his hands paused for a moment, as if he didn't expect her to ask back.

"I've only been with Missy for more than three months..."

"I said that there is no need for a reason!" She knew what kind of tirade would follow, and Lin Qiaoqiao had heard too much of this kind of stuff.

She was born in the highest wealthy family in Westantine. When her mother was alive, countless noble ladies came and went every day, and those were the topics that women chatted with each other every day.

If someone's daughter had rumors with a man with a slightly lower status, they would discuss it most diligently. She had heard too many such things.

But she doesn't care about these things.

Yan Nanqing looked at her with lowered eyebrows for a while, then nodded inexplicably, and replied, "Got it."

Know what?

She looked puzzled.

"I'll keep the pen," he said.

Only then did Lin Qiaoqiao return her thoughts to the business, her soft lips pulled slightly, "Where's the pen?"

The man has already penetrated her mind, "I threw away the pen you gave me, hurt your self-esteem, and plan to forget each other in the rivers and lakes from tonight?"

His thin lips twitched slightly, "The young lady will be disappointed, the pen is not bad, and I don't plan to throw it away at the moment."

While talking, he went out again, and when he came back, he had her schoolbag in his hand.

Lin quietly watched him take out the textbook she didn't want to read, and flipped through a page.

There were notes he had annotated on it. Before she was angry, she closed it and threw it back into the bag without looking at it. Only now did she take a second look.

Pen writing?

In a blink of an eye, Yan Nanqing took out a pen from the drawer, turned the textbook to the title page, and signed his name.

The pen is strong and powerful, exactly the same as the annotation handwriting.

"So what if you don't throw it away?" It took her a long time to open her mouth. "I said, girls my age are inherently indecisive. They can just talk about whether they like it or not. After tonight..."

"You want to know whose car I drove last night?" Yan Nanqing put away his pen and interrupted her words lightly.

It's an understatement, but it just happened to frighten her, without any deviation.

"It's a friend, an acquaintance of interests." He explained simply.

Lin Quietly said in a calm tone, "It's the first time I heard that you have friends."

He didn't answer.

Then he glanced at the time, "Can we eat?"

She looked nonchalant, "When did I say I don't want to eat? I was just not hungry just now."

With that said, he turned his face away, turned around and strode out.

Yan Nanqing stood by the table, seeing the girl's arrogance, and smiled slightly.

It's true that a teenage girl is unpredictable and easy to coax. She can get angry and don't want to jump out of the car, or she can put aside the eldest lady's temper just because he is injured.

In the last second, he was arrogant and arrogant, as if he had the backbone to break with him. He knew that he had misunderstood, and he also knew that he had made a mess these two days, but he couldn't say an apology, and he turned his face faster than a book.

When Yan Nanqing walked into the dining room, his young lady was already sitting at the table and was urging him impatiently.

"Can you hurry up? Isn't it ready? Dinner is going to be delayed until midnight."

He just hooked his lips, serving his master's dinner conscientiously.

After sitting down, I looked at her seriously, "It's not good, it's just that I don't have a fever, and it will take ten and a half months to hurt my muscles and bones."

She really had no common sense about such things.

Lin quietly held the bowl, raised a finger wrapped in a Band-Aid gently, and glanced at him.

Ask: "Do you have many enemies?"

Otherwise, how could he be injured in the garage in the middle of the night?

The man didn't answer.

She smiled and guessed again: "A hero saves the beauty?"

Yan Nanqing responded, "It is."

Sure enough, the topic is over.There was silence at the dinner table until the end of the meal.