The Lady in the General’s Arms is a Bigshot in Mystic Arts

Xie Yao took Jiang Fu's hand and shook his head, "No, no! I didn't think of it myself! Grandma said it!"

Fu Ling looked down at the little devil, and suddenly felt a sense of confusion. This child was not like this before.

Pretend to be cute, a little bit...

Xie Yao had no psychological pressure, took Jiang Fu's hand, raised his head and said, "My brother doesn't know how to compliment, my grandmother said, there are a lot of young talents in Yandu, she wants to find another one for Sister Ah Fu~"

"Apart from my brother, how many others in Yandu are really outstanding? Then I'm the only one left?"

He held Jiang Fu's hand, puffed out his small chest, raised his head, and looked proud.

Jiang Fu stretched out his hand, and lightly poked the child's fair-skinned nape, "Don't talk nonsense."

The general is not ignorant of flattery.

This word cannot be used on generals.

"Oops~ It hurts." The child's white and soft face wrinkled together, looking like it was really in pain.

Xie Min folded his hands on his chest, leaned aside and glanced at him expressionlessly, sneered, repeated words, disgusted.

But Fu Ling, who was not used to all this, shuddered subconsciously, and looked at Xie Yao with horror, as if he had seen a ghost.

Why is this child like this!

He stopped talking about duplication a long time ago!

Only Jiang Fu really believed it, and looked down at the place she poked just now in a panic, "Does it hurt?"

Xie Yao nodded his head heavily, "It hurts, it hurts~"

The expression on Fu Ling's face froze, the hand holding the belt of the medicine box trembled slowly, this...

This this…

Why did this kid do this!

He lowered his head, rolled up his sleeves, and saw goose bumps on his arms.

When he looked up again, Jiang Fu had already washed his hands. He lowered his head to look at Xie Yao's neck, and asked with some doubts, "Are my nails too long?"

Xie Yao was lying on her lap, his small body was only a little bit, his head and feet were drooping on both sides, his exquisite and beautiful face was expressionless at this moment, but his voice was still soft, "Nothing."

Fu Ling: "..."

Xie Min: "..."

Fu Ling looked at Xie Min, Xie Min looked at Fu Ling, the two were relatively speechless.

In the end, Xie Min became a little impatient, and said, "Does it still hurt? Come on, my sister will blow it to you. If you lie down like this again, when can we have dinner?"

Xie Yao was indeed a little hungry, so he obediently got up from Jiang Fu, "Okay, sister, let me brag."

Jiang Fu pursed her lips and smiled, her clean eyes curved into two crescents. She looked at Fu Ling and said, "Have Mr. Fu had dinner, why don't you stay and eat before leaving?"

Xie Yao and Xie Min turned their heads immediately, the siblings looked surprisingly the same, looking at him quietly, with obvious resentment in their eyes.

Fu Ling felt a chill down his spine, but the smell in the kitchen really made him unable to move, salivating.

So, Fu Ling stared at the dead eyes of the Xie family siblings, smiled at Jiang Fu, and said, "It happens that I haven't eaten, so Fu will bother me."

Xie Yao stood there, his cheeks puffed up.

Another one to grab a meal.

But what he didn't expect was that this was not the last one.

The door behind him was gently pushed open, and Shuo Feng's face appeared in front of him, "Miss, Young Master, Miss Jiang, are you going to eat?"

Standing there, Jiang Fu, who was about to continue cooking, turned his head, passed several people, and saw the man in the wheelchair at a glance.

The man's black hair was half tied, the other half was winding down, his bony fingers casually landed on the handle of the wheelchair, his indifferent and dark eyes looked over, and met Jiang Fu's eyes——