After rebirth, I was hugged and kissed by a crazy boss

Yan Qing's eye sockets were like those of a little white rabbit, with traces of tears still lingering on them, and her rosy lips were slightly swollen.

The delicate white skin on the neck was branded with an ambiguous red mark that aroused people's imagination.

Although her question might be a bit unreasonable, after all, this little thing was so lovable that Fu Wangjin couldn't get angry at all.

"Baby, I thought you were praising me."

His fingertips brushed the corner of Yan Qing's eyes, and he said jokingly,

"So you're jealous?"

"Who are you kidding? Why are you jealous..."

Yan Qing was so angry that she slapped his hand away and said seriously,

"We were just talking about Shen Zirong and his sister!"

"I'm not kidding either."

Fu Wangjin was confident and even a little bit rogue in his tone.

"I don't worry about my own wife, so why should I worry about outsiders?"

"Outsider? That's not right,"

Thinking of Shen Zirong's words, Yan Qing felt upset and spoke in a sour tone.

"Don't you all say that brothers are like limbs and women are like clothes? Anyway, limbs cannot be lost, and clothes can be changed at will——"

She pouted her lips and spoke so many twisted logics that people couldn't bear to interrupt her. They even wanted to hear what other witty remarks she could come up with.

"Tsk, baby, I didn't know you'd get jealous of a man."

Fu Wangjin was happy, kissed her face, and then said slowly,

"Which bastard said that brothers are like limbs and women are like clothes? What a garbage, it should have been fed to the dogs long ago."

Yan Qing shrugged, "Actually, that's not wrong."

"That's right."

Fu Wangjin was so angry that he laughed.

"I'm not like those dogs."

"Huh?" Yan Qing raised an eyebrow, "How is it different?"

"I want face." Fu Wangjin said righteously.

"I would rather have my arms and legs broken than run naked."

"..." Yan Qing was speechless and had no answer.

"Be good, next time I find you not sleeping late at night, I will--"

Before Fu Wangjin could finish his words, Yan Qing reacted very quickly and hugged his arms, smiling and saying,

"Of course I don't sleep, it's because you're not here and I can't sleep alone."

Her eyes were sparkling and blinking, so cute.

Fu Wangjin stared at her delicate and attractive little face and swallowed the warning that was about to come out of his mouth.

Tsk, she really got the upper hand.

"Okay, I'll come back earlier later."

Fu Wangjin nodded to himself and rubbed Yan Qing's head.

"You performed well today, what reward do you want?"

"Ah? Reward?" Yan Qing was confused.

It took her a few seconds to recall that what Fu Wangjin said was that she was very conscious of being a wife.

She thought that kiss was a reward.

"...I haven't thought about it yet." Yan Qing raised his face and smiled, "Anything is fine?"

"Baby, why do you always fail to think it through?"

Fu Wangjin raised his eyebrows with interest.

"I owe you a few times, so you better remember it. You never know, I might default on my debt one day."

"I know you won't deny it."

Yan Qing smiled sweetly, rubbing her little face against his shoulder, looking quite proud.

"Besides, even if you don't owe me anything, I don't care what you want, can you still not give it to me?"

Fu Wangjin curled his lips and smiled.

This little thing is not polite to him at all.

But there's nothing wrong with it.

Why are you being so polite, wife?

"Be good and go to sleep first. We can talk about it tomorrow."

Yan Qing suddenly remembered something and got out of bed.

"I saw on the news that you died?"

As soon as the words came out of his mouth, Yan Qing wanted to slap himself in the face.

He quickly went back to make amends, his eyes were extremely sincere,

"It's not like he died... it should be, fed to the sharks?"

Fu Wangjin's smile was somewhat sinister.

"Am I not here?"

"...Ah." Yan Qing suddenly sighed, "Actually, I knew there was a problem as soon as I thought about it."

She analyzed it clearly.

"After all, it's a private plane, so the safety factor is very high. Even if it encounters extreme weather, it's impossible for the plane to crash and kill everyone... Even the wreckage of the plane hasn't been salvaged."

Fu Wangjin placed one hand on the back of her neck and tapped lightly on Yan Qing's shoulder with his fingertips, his expression dark and ambiguous.

"Why, our Qingqing is going to be a detective again?"

"My guess is that someone thought you were on the plane and wanted to harm you."

Yan Qing said calmly,

"If we speculate further... the plane was blown up, right?"

"Heh." Fu Wangjin chuckled and rubbed her head with his big hand.

"You'd better use your little brain to count money or think about me. Don't dwell on these trivial things. It's better to worry about them."

Being said to be a person who worries about nothing, Yan Qing was not annoyed, but suddenly turned to look at him.

"If I didn't know that you never flew to Country F, I would believe what the news said."

She looked extremely serious, as if she was talking about something very important.

"I will definitely cry... I will cry my heart out, the kind that no one can comfort me."

Fu Wangjin was stunned for a rare moment, but after a few seconds, he smiled again.

Sometimes he really couldn't tell whether Yan Qing was lying or not.

Not only that little mouth, but even the eyes... they all seem real.

"Why are you crying? I don't like seeing you cry, and I have to comfort you by myself. Just thinking about it makes me tired."

Fu Wangjin said half-jokingly,

"But if you're crying for me, I don't mind watching for a few minutes."

"That scene should be quite joyful."

"I don't ask much of you. Just cry for a few minutes. It doesn't take too long."

He closed his eyes and said carelessly,

"If you faint from crying again, I won't be able to catch you."

Yan Qing's heart suddenly ached, and he hugged her tighter with his two thin arms.

"I always wonder if your situation is dangerous? Are there many people who want to harm you? But I don't seem to know anything and I can't help at all."

"...Maybe it will even drag you down."

As she spoke, she couldn't help but started sobbing.

My thoughts seemed to have returned to the wooden house before my rebirth.

"Tsk, why are you still crying?"

Fu Wangjin opened his eyes, raised his eyebrows slightly, and said jokingly,

"I'm still alive, baby, it's too early for you to cry—"

Yan Qing bit him hard.

"Hiss, murdering your own husband."

"Who told you to be so talkative?"

Yan Qing's little face wrinkled up.

"Say whatever you want!"

"Why did I tell anyone?"

Fu Wangjin was in a good mood and wanted to have a few more words with her.

"I was whispering to my wife in bed, and you said I could tell her about it?"

Yan Qing blushed and was speechless for a moment.

"Be good, I'm tough, it won't be that easy for me to die."

Fu Wangjin's tone was lazy.

"Look, this time the news said I was dead, is there any movement in the capital?"

Yan Qing shook his head hesitantly.

Even if there was any movement, she wouldn't know.

"The fake death trick is something that Bai Ye and I used a lot."

Fu Wangjin sneered.

"If this kind of news gets out, no one will believe it unless my body is hung up."

After saying that, he hugged Yan Qing into his arms again and scratched the tip of her nose with his fingers.

"You're talking about life and death in the middle of the night, aren't you afraid of having nightmares?"

"I'm not afraid."

Although Yan Qing was not convinced, he hummed in his voice.

"As long as you are by my side, I am not afraid of anything."

Fu Wangjin was happy again and couldn't help but kiss her deeply again.

"Baby, why are you so adorable, huh?"

"I'll tie you around my waist from now on and take you wherever I go, okay?"

Half of Yan Qing's face was buried in the quilt, with only a pair of wet eyes showing.

She blinked and nodded slightly, her voice barely audible.

"it is good."