The whole world wants to attack me

Chapter 50 The little white flower is about to turn black (10)

Sometimes the cotton swab 'accidentally' stuck into the flesh, the man gritted his teeth in pain, and clenched his hands on his knees into fists.

Fusang glanced at the bulging veins on his strong arm, afraid that he would jump up and punch herself.

His frail little body couldn't stand being punched down by him.

The medicine was applied without any risk, and the bandage was wrapped.

Maybe it was Fusang's well-behaved performance throughout the whole process that made the man feel that she was not a threat, so he no longer tied her with a belt.

"Can you cook?"

His tall body was completely nestled into the soft sofa, and his brows were full of exhaustion.

Looking at this air, he doesn't treat himself as an outsider at all.

Fusang nodded first.

In a daze, she remembered Lou Yi's two-word comment to her, "It tastes terrible!"

Looking a little depressed, she shook her head again.

"Will it or won't it!"

The man frowned with impatience.

"I don't know much, and the taste...is very average..."

She didn't say the word unpalatable, seeing the man's gloomy expression getting worse, Fusang wisely chose to shut up.

She propped up her sore legs and walked into the kitchen slowly.

The aunt who comes here to clean up every week will fill the refrigerator with ingredients, and Fusang picks and chooses to find a tomato and two eggs.

She's going to make a simple egg noodle with tomato.

Chop the tomatoes and beat the eggs.

Although there are some eggshells in the egg liquid, the process of preparing the ingredients is still smooth.

Next is boiling water, below.

Add tomatoes and eggs to boiling water.

Fusang didn't know which step she didn't do right, she soon smelled a bad smell.

She was so scared that she quickly turned off the fire, and poured the soup and noodles into the bowl together.

Only then did she see a large lump of black eggs and noodles sticking to the bottom of the pot.

Seeing that the bowl didn't look very good, and it still had a thick smell of noodles, Fusang was silent for a minute.

Finally took it out.

The man in the living room was still nestled on the sofa, flipping through the diary that should have been kept in the bedroom.

Hearing Fusang's footsteps, he threw the diary aside, raised his eyelids and looked at her with sarcasm in his eyes.

"Stupid woman."

Fusang ignored him.

Put the battered noodles on the table.

The man sat up, his eyes fell on the messy noodles in the bowl, and he was silent for more than ten seconds.

He looked up at Fusang standing in front of him.

"???"

Are you afraid that you think my life is too long and you want to kill me with medicine?
Fusang met his suspicious gaze with an innocent smile.

"^_^"

How come there is a subtle feeling of communicating with mentally handicapped children...

Sighing deeply, the man picked up the belt on the sofa and trapped Fusang's hands again.

Pull her into the bedroom.

Fusang resisted.

But this body is really too weak, too thin.

The man didn't even need to pull her hard, and she was taken away uncontrollably.

"What do you want to do?"

Although he knew it was nonsense, Fusang still behaved like a normal person should in such a situation.

Fuso was dragged to the bed, and the man grabbed her neck and threatened: "You'd better be honest and don't do anything to anger me, otherwise I guarantee you won't see the sun tomorrow!"

He intentionally frightened her, and exerted some strength in his hands, Fusang was almost pinched by him.

Nodding under his palm with difficulty.

The man let go of her.

Fusang slumped to the ground, panting heavily.

"Cough cough cough..."

Seeing the man go to bed with blurred eyes, Fusang asked in a hoarse voice: "You sleep in my bed, where should I sleep?"

"Find a place by yourself."

Throwing down these words coldly, the man turned his back to Fusang and closed his eyes.

This dog thing really regards this place as his territory.

(End of this chapter)