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

Yan Qing leaned weakly in front of the sink, breathing heavily, a few strands of hair were soaked by the sweat oozing from his forehead, sticking to his face in a slightly embarrassing manner, his eyes were frighteningly red, and thin traces of tears unconsciously slid down his cheeks.

She had vomited out everything she had just eaten, but she still kept dry-retching, as if she wanted to vomit out all her internal organs.

"Qingqing..."

Fu Wangjin frowned and stroked her back gently with one hand. An indescribable heartache surged in his heart, blocking his chest and making it difficult for him to breathe.

"No...it's okay."

Yan Qing gasped heavily, fumbled to turn on the faucet, and weakly splashed some cool water on his face with one hand.

"I...I'm much better now."

Before he could finish his words, he began to retch in pain again.

"No, I'll ask Xiao Di to come."

Just as Fu Wangjin was about to make a phone call, Yan Qing grabbed his clothes.

"No, I'm fine."

Her face was covered with tear marks, her hair was stuck to her cheeks, and her complexion looked even worse.

I vomited so much that I couldn't even stand up straight, and finally I almost fell backwards -

"Qingqing!"

Fortunately, Fu Wangjin responded quickly and pulled her into his arms.

"No...it's okay..."

Yan Qing grabbed his sleeve with one hand and slowly sat down on the cold floor.

"Let me slow down..."

She felt a little breathless and her stomach was cramping.

Fu Wangjin knelt on one knee to support her. With a height of nearly 1.9 meters, he looked tall even when kneeling.

"Qingqing, how are you?"

He touched her face helplessly.

"I'll carry you back to your room to rest, okay?"

"……it is good."

Yan Qing’s face was pale and he smiled with difficulty.

The next second, the body flew into the air.

Fu Wangjin could pick her up effortlessly, carry her upstairs steadily, and then gently put her on the bed.

As long as I lean on his arms, I always feel safe.

Because he will never let go, not even until he dies.

"Qingqing, let Xiao Di make the trip."

Pulling the thin quilt over Yan Qing, Fu Wangjin's brows were still tightly furrowed and his eyes were burning.

"I'm fine, don't bother him."

Yan Qing smiled bitterly.

Xiao Di is a person with a good personality, although he is a bit unlucky, like a big wronged person, always being called here for some inexplicable reasons...

But he never hated himself. Instead, he always patiently guided her and tried to cheer her up.

Unfortunately, Yan Qing never listened before.

She felt that Xiao Di was Fu Wangjin's accomplice and messenger, birds of a feather, and neither of them was a good person.

Xiao Di, I'm sorry.

"I know what's going on."

Yan Qing explained lightly,

"It's just psychological. It's just a bowl of soup. It won't kill you."

After saying that, she couldn't help but smile bitterly.

"Really? It's rare that I eat so much, but I ended up throwing it up."

Fu Wangjin looked at her indifferent smile with an extremely complicated look in his eyes, and heartache welled up in his deep black eyes.

Just putting a bowl of chicken soup in front of me, I couldn't control myself and vomited like this...

What kind of psychological effect is this? It can obviously be considered a serious psychological trauma.

But she neither cried nor made a fuss. She just smiled calmly and uncovered it with ease.

"Qingqing, would you like to tell me what's going on?"

Fu Wangjin's tone was very gentle, but his eyes were slightly narrowed, and there was a hint of coldness and sharpness in his dark pupils.

He really didn't know how to eliminate her psychological shadow, but he knew how to eliminate the person who caused her psychological shadow.

"Chicken soup... was the last food I ate before I was sold to the Mask Auction House."

Yan Qing lowered his eyes and pursed his lips.

"It was drugged, but the chicken soup was delicious... I didn't taste the drug."

"I passed out after drinking it. When I opened my eyes, I was sold."

Fu Wangjin's brows furrowed, and his dark eyes looked even gloomier at this moment, flashing with a heart-pounding cold light, as bright and cold as the stars in the dark night.

"Qingqing, who is it?"

He will not let go of anyone who hurts her.

"Don't tell you."

Yan Qing burst into laughter, but a fleeting hint of coldness flashed across his eyes.

"Of course I have to do it myself when it comes to debt collection."

Fu Wangjin looked at her quietly for a while, then slowly said:

"I believe you can handle it, but please be careful."

If I do it myself, I'm afraid Qingqing will be unhappy.

Well, let’s wait until she has had enough fun.

"Ajin, can you lend me your computer?"

Yan Qing asked with a smile.

I had such a great time chatting with Gu Qingyan today that I didn’t buy anything.

"Let's eat something first."

"Don't eat."

Yan Qing paused and added weakly.

"My throat hurts from vomiting and I can't swallow anything."

"Then have some porridge."

Fu Wangjin is also very stubborn.

"…I'm drunk, can you lend me your computer?"

Yan Qing's sudden bargaining made him stunned.

"--see your performance."

Fu Wangjin shook his head helplessly and asked the servant to cook a bowl of light white porridge and bring it up. He sat on the edge of the bed, scooped up a spoonful, blew it gently, and brought it to Yan Qing's mouth.

Yan Qing glanced at the hot and thick white porridge, with disgust written all over his face.

"It has no taste at all. It's unpalatable."

Fu Wangjin froze, his hand holding the spoon trembled slightly, and he suddenly began to doubt his life.

Has she become too courageous these past few days?

I feed her porridge myself, but she still refuses to drink it?

He was afraid that she would vomit again, so he asked the kitchen to make porridge...

Seeing his dazed expression, Yan Qing opened her mouth with a smile and swallowed the porridge in the spoon.

"Well, it's not that bad."

She didn't act weird after that and almost finished the small bowl of porridge.

As soon as he put down the bowl, Fu Wangjin received a call from Bai Ye.

He didn't avoid Yan Qing and answered the phone while sitting on the bed.

"Hey?"

"Hey, where are you? Have you finished your dinner? I hope I didn't disturb you two?"

Bai Ye's teasing voice came.

"If you have something to say, just say it." Fu Wangjin rubbed his brows, "I'm busy."

"Hey - what are you busy with? Tell me more."

Bai Ye deliberately dragged out the word, and his tone became more excited.

"It's not what you think." Fu Wangjin felt even more headache, "If you don't tell me, I'll die."

"Speak, speak right away." Bai Ye said with a smile, "I'm going to leave the imperial capital for a few days and go to Haicheng."

"Haicheng?"

"Yes, your relatives have sent people to Haicheng, because his sister is in trouble."

Bai Ye paused and said,

"After all, I am from your family. I want to let you know first and ask you, what can I do?"

"It's up to you." Fu Wangjin answered decisively, "Any degree."

"Oh, you are worthy of being our Master Fu." Bai Ye was amused. "Since you said that, I will just do it."

"Quickly resolve the situation and don't linger."

Fu Wangjin instructed calmly,

"Come back as soon as you're done with it, don't delay things here."

"Damn it, I still want to travel in Haicheng for two days." Bai Ye cursed again, "What am I? A donkey in the production team? I **** (civilized language)"

"Go early and return early."

Fu Wangjin hung up the phone.