Quick Time Transmigration: Autistic Male God, Don't Be Afraid of Me

Chapter 30
There was a muffled answer, the voice was low and sleepy, like a kitten's paw scratching one's heart.

Mengmeng is unmoved:
"Get your hands out of my clothes."

"..."

After two seconds of silence, the other party reluctantly reached out, hugged her and rubbed her again, obediently closing her eyes.

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Early the next morning, when he was going downstairs after washing, Master Fang in the dining room looked up and saw that Fang Qing was still holding the girl's hand obediently, so he couldn't help but coughed, "Xiao Liu, should we have breakfast here too?"

Mengmeng was slightly taken aback.She had never had breakfast at Fang's house before, but today was the weekend, and she didn't get up early to go back to school, so it was reasonable to eat together now.

However, Master Fang personally invited her, and she sat at the master's table—it seems that after yesterday, she has completely become the master of the Fang family...

It can be regarded as completely approved by Master Fang.

Mengmeng curled up her lips imperceptibly, and there was a little imperceptible smugness in her smile, which was only caught by the young man who had been staring at her.

I really like... like her.

He didn't like the concept of liking or disliking in his heart, but externalized it into concrete actions. Getting close means liking, and resisting anger means disliking.

He tightened his hand a little more.

The servants brought breakfast.Mr. Fang's taste is very Chinese, and his breakfast is porridge that nourishes the stomach and is nutritious.Mengmeng lowered her head to drink the porridge, halfway through, when she saw the boy next to her put down the spoon and pull out the tissue.

"..." She was a little surprised, "Stop drinking?"

Fang Qing stopped and looked at her ignorantly.

Mengmeng turned to Master Fang and asked, "Does he only eat this little every morning?" Master Fang sighed slightly and nodded.

Fang Qing has always been like this. Rather than saying that he eats little breakfast, it is better to say that his whole body is like a precision measuring instrument, and his daily food intake is regular.

He didn't listen to anyone, and no one could do anything about it.

Mr. Fang looked at the boy beside him.

Mengmeng also looked at Fang Qing, smiled at him, and pointed to the porridge in front of him, "Hey, can you finish eating?"

Breakfast is very important to people.

The boy hesitated for a moment, and there was obvious resistance and discomfort in his beautiful dark eyes, which made him look a little anxious and angry, but he looked up at the girl, and finally picked up the spoon obediently.

Master Fang looked at him in astonishment.

Fang Qing frowned, and ate a bowl of porridge one bite at a time as if she had completed a task. Finally, she threw away the spoon, as if she was finally relieved, and turned to look at the girl, but she showed a eager "praise" look.

Mengmeng wiped the corner of the boy's lips with a tissue.

The discomfort just now seemed to be swept away in an instant, the boy blinked his eyes in a good mood, his petal-like lips were slightly raised, and he habitually grabbed the corner of her clothes.

On the other hand, Master Fang, who witnessed the whole process with his own eyes, was stunned.

It seemed that it took no effort at all to accomplish a feat that his old man had never accomplished.Why is it so easy for this little girl to make Ah Qing obedient?
Master Fang could only shake his head sighingly.

When breakfast was about to end, a servant suddenly ushered a person in. When Mengmeng looked up, she saw Ma Yan's beautiful and astonished face.

The moment she saw Mengmeng, Ma Yan was stunned.

She thought for a moment that she was wrong. She had stayed in Fang's house for several years, and it was not when she didn't stay overnight. Although she lived in a guest room on the second floor, meals were usually delivered to the room in the morning. The owner of the house eats together at the host's table.

Why, a servant's daughter...

Ma Yan clenched her fists, her nails sank into her palms, and she controlled herself from showing a gaffe.

She smiled stiffly, and the old man bent down and bowed: "Hello, Grandpa Fang..."

Master Fang nodded casually.

Ma Yan bit her lip.

Mengmeng didn't speak, stood up and prepared to leave with Fang Qing, when she led him past Ma Yan, Ma Yan gritted her teeth, and suddenly stretched out her hand to pull him:
"Ah Ching..."

No matter how unwilling or unbelievable she was, when she saw Mengmeng sitting on the host's table, she knew that her chances were slim. Seeing the young man so obediently letting Mengmeng hold his hand, Ma Yan's chest heaved, feeling only anger and jealousy. Almost drowning myself.

Regardless of her disregard, she also wanted to touch the boy's hand with a little last chance.

Fang Qing opened her eyes wide, and subconsciously pulled the girl back. Ma Yan's hand barely brushed the corner of his clothes. The young man's beautiful pupils were suddenly filled with violent emotions, his thin lips were tightly pursed, and he remained motionless. , like a sculpture, staring at Ma Yan.

Mengmeng, who was pulled away, reacted and blocked him behind, "Ah Qing...Ah Qing?"

The boy bit his beautiful lower lip and remained motionless.

Master Fang, who witnessed this change, stood up abruptly, and said angrily, "Get out!"

He hurriedly walked over to see Fang Qing. Ma Yan moved her lips and turned pale: "Fang..."

Seeing the dazed look of my good grandson, Master Fang didn't have the mood to care about her, "Take her out!" The servants came up to pull Ma Yan, Ma Yan turned pale and shook her head in horror: "Grandpa Fang...I'm here to accompany you!" I have been with Ah Qing for several years, you can't..."

Master Fang laughed angrily.

Knowing that Fang Qing didn't like being touched by others, she still wanted to touch him, but now seeing her grandson in a daze, as if she had returned to the time when she was immersed in her own world at the beginning, Master Fang gritted his teeth with hatred:

"Accompany Ah Qing? I didn't force you to come here. It's just a cooperative relationship signed a contract. You have used my Fang family's power to do so many business. How blind is it to treat me as an old man? Whether Ah Qing likes you or not , I still keep you, just for the sake of love over the past few years!"

Ma Yan's face turned pale, "No, Grandpa Fang..."

"Do you want me to say more? My Fang family has never said such things as fiancée and child bride. You should know what you say to the outside world." Mr. Fang snorted, "Send her out."

Ma Yan was completely speechless, and was carried out with a pale face. Her eyes finally fell on the young man, but she only saw a pair of beautiful eyes, carrying the coldness of the breeze and snow, which chilled people to the bone.

Ma Yan was stunned.

Until she was "invited" out of Fang's house, she was still stunned.

That look...

Like Fang Qing, but not like Fang Qing.

If it was Fang Qing, he would be expressionless and cold, not that kind of indifferent expression, which is not considered cold, but... there is a coolness that penetrates the heart.

She shivered, and finally gathered her clothes, and the dazed emotion faded away, and she bit her lip again.

cute...

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Mengmeng, who was missed, was sitting in the room coaxing the child. After she promised that she would be notified at any time if there was any situation, Master Fang went out tactfully and closed the door.

(End of this chapter)