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   At the same time, Ruishi Villa.

  The noble man who calmed down after returning to his room sullenly cooked a bowl of noodles with a cold face, and brought it to the second floor. Knocked on the door of the next room, "Koukou——"

  "..." There was no response in the room.

   He frowned, his thin lips pursed into a straight line, he raised his hand again and knocked on the door, "Han Xiaoye, come out to eat."

   He was angry at her for being disobedient, at what she told Suri about sending him out to donate his sperm, and at her ignorance of what it means to have sex. Sometimes I was so angry that I wanted to strangle her to death, but after all, I was reluctant to spank her again. But I was afraid that she would say something nasty again, so I went back to my room to calm down before losing control. Seeing that it was almost 11 o'clock, he remembered that the rascal hadn't eaten all night. No matter how angry you are, you can't watch her go hungry, can you?

   The room has not moved yet.

  Fu Zhiyan narrowed his phoenix eyes and knocked on the door for the third time, "Ono, open the door."

  "..." A moment of silence.

   He frowned and twisted the door open.

   The room was pitch black, and he turned on the light. His face suddenly sank!

  ——No one is in the room!

   The quilt on the bed was well folded and hadn't been moved at all. Han Xiaoye did not come back.

   He put the bowl in his hand on the desk, turned around and went out.

  The living room, kitchen, and guest room are all free from hooligans.

  Fu Zhiyan's face was as deep as water, and he walked quickly to the yard. Bentley stopped quietly at the door, he opened the door, and his heart sank to the bottom...

nobody.

  No one was in the car.

   The anger that was finally suppressed, instantly burned.

   She even ran away from home for him! It's getting more and more lawless!

  …

   Half an hour later, the man who received the call was completely black with a sullen face!

**** it! Not only did she run away from home, she even went to Quan Ronglian's house!

   He clenched his fists tightly, and the blue veins on the back of his hands jumped incessantly, as if this was the only way to restrain the monstrous anger.

"address."

   "Yes, Mr. Fu." The other end of the phone quickly read the address.

  Fu Zhiyan hung up the phone and opened the car door. Bentley disappeared into the night...

  *——*——*——*

  Han Xiaoye didn't know that Fu Zhiyan found out that she had run away from home, and at the moment she was gnashing her teeth and cooking porridge in the kitchen. In the living room, the man with Erlang's legs and bandages was leaning on the sofa just like the uncle, staring at the kitchen with a pair of peach blossom eyes lazily.

   "Little loach, I want to eat fresh shrimp porridge, there are lobsters in the refrigerator, put some."

   "Put a hair down!"

  Han Xiaoye yelled back at him directly.

   I really don't blame her for having a bad temper, it's this man who is too shy. Doctor Mingming asked him to be hospitalized for 12 hours of observation, but he refused. After taking the bullets, you have to drive away by yourself. Han Xiaoye can't do anything about it. The doctor said that if the patient shows signs of fever within 12 hours, it may be life-threatening. No matter how annoyed she is, she doesn't want to care about him, so she can't just watch him die.

   Anyway, after all, in the Emgrand's box that time, if he hadn't arrived in time, she still didn't know what would have happened.

   So, no matter how reluctant she was, she could only follow the reckless person back to Lanhua Villa.

  Han Xiaoye stirred the soft and glutinous white rice porridge that had already been boiled and turned off the heat. He opened the cupboard, took out a bowl, and scooped it for him. He brought it to the living room and put it on the table heavily, "Take the porridge you want."

   "Hey, did you let me drink white porridge?"

  Han Xiaoye was full of anger. Hearing his words, his eyebrows stood up, and he pulled the bowl directly in front of him, "I won't drink it, I'll drink it myself."

   Before she could pick up the spoon, the bowl was snatched back. The rebellious man glanced at her with a bad attitude, "Do you treat the patient like this? You were reincarnated by a starving ghost, and you also rob the patient's food?"

After he finished speaking, he scooped up the white porridge he hated just now, and frowned as he ate it, "The rice is too hard and the water is too much. The taste is so-so and lackluster. But considering your looks and IQ, you can do it. So, it's been an effort."

Depend on! Han Xiaoye almost couldn't hold back and slapped him on the head. But looking at his pale face due to blood loss, he endured it. Without saying a word, he turned around and went to the kitchen to get a new bowl, and scooped a bowl for himself. He took a spoon, held it beside him, and ate it in big mouthfuls.

   After tossing for a day, her mood was up and down, and her stomach was already hungry.

   She will not abuse herself, life is like a revolution, only when you are full can you have the strength to toss.

   She eats fragrant, not picky eaters at all, which makes people very appetizing. Quan Ronglian stopped for some reason, put down the spoon and looked at her quietly for a while. Suddenly, he curled the corners of his lips and called out.

   "Han Xiaoye."

   "Why?" Not angry.

  The arrogant man didn't care at all, and pointed to his left cheek, "Here."

  "..." Why is he pointing at his face? Could it be that there is another nerve going on?

   As if to see through her slander, the man who was staring raised his eyebrows and said, "You have a drop of rice here."

   He ate the rice on his face and was seen. Han Xiaoye was a little embarrassed. She tried her best to look calm and just reached out to wipe it. The man with the peach blossom eyes casually leaned over Erlang's legs, Han Xiaoye only felt a heat on his left cheek, and a scorching kiss fell. Just when she was about to bounce, the man pulled away, and the evil charm raised the end of his eyes wildly, as if there was a demonic aura, enticing his soul.

   "It turns out that rice is sweet."

  Boom——Han Xiaoye's face suddenly flushed, she didn't even think about it, she punched the handsome face, "I told you to be a hooligan!"

   punched hard.

   Quan Ronglian groaned, her face turning pale.

  Han Xiaoye then noticed that her punch just hit his wound. A little dark red oozes from the bandage wrapped in medicine.

   "Hug..." I wanted to say sorry, but it was because he did something wrong first. So sorry for not being able to say it, but looking at his broken wound, I felt a little helpless.

at this time.

   With a loud bang, the door of the villa was kicked open from the outside——

  Han Xiaoye subconsciously looked at the source of the sound.

  I saw the cold-faced man overflowing with cold air, like a moving iceberg, but inside the iceberg, it seemed to be holding back the flames that were about to burst. Those noble and ruthless phoenix eyes were bottomless like bloodthirsty at the moment. Just looking at it makes my heart skip a beat.

   Obviously it is a huge villa, but he walked in step by step, but it seemed to be a crowded small house, imposing!

   "Little... little uncle."

  Why is Fu Zhiyan here?