Kuai Chuan Ancestor: Paranoid villain is addicted to pets

Chapter 41 Delicate cannon fodder vs gloomy disabled boss 41
Seeing that his angry face turned paler, An Qing sighed softly.

It is said that a woman's heart is a needle in the bottom of the sea, but she thinks he is a man with the same heart.

"Oh, it's hard to fix." Xiao Bai leaned on the bag and gnawed on the biscuits, shaking his head and sighing.

"What's the matter? Husband, just tell me, why are you angry?"

An Qing knew that he was soft and not hard, so she decided to be soft, she leaned against him, her small face leaned on his shoulder and said coquettishly.

Fu Jingchen pushed her away a few times, and she leaned on her a few times. Finally, Fu Jingchen lost his temper and softened his voice. Looking at her cute little face, he said helplessly, "Are you a dog skin plaster?"

"Yeah, stick to you."

Fu Jingchen pursed his lower lip tightly and said, "you go back to Fu's house this time Why didn't you let me go back with you? "

He paused in the middle, hesitated for a moment and still asked.

He finally uttered these unspeakable inferiority complexes.

For so many years, these crippled legs have become giant thorns in his heart, rotten and rooted, and difficult to pull out. It is very difficult for him to paralyze it in front of others.

Except for Mr. Fu, he also confessed this inferiority complex to her.

"I don't want you to deal with them. People like them are not worth your time."

An Qing didn't expect him to be angry because of this incident, she was stunned for a moment and explained.

"Really?"

"Of course, if it's possible, I'd even be willing to sever ties with them. Why would you want to be intimate with them? Didn't they marry me just to exchange me for resources? Oh, I won't let them do what they want."

Thinking of An Jiahe, Zhao Wan and the others, An Qing said coldly.

Fu Jingchen looked at the girl's icy and beautiful face, and thought of how uneasy she was when she talked about her family when he met her just now, and felt pity in his heart.

Indeed, that place was not really home to her.

Like him, she lost her real home a long time ago.

"I'm sorry." Fu Jingchen raised his hand to straighten the broken hair on her forehead, and said apologetically.

"It's okay, then why do you think I didn't take you home?"

An Qing held his cold palm and asked.

Because the blood vessels in his lower limbs are blocked, his hands are always cold and rarely warm.

"I thought You thought I was ashamed." Fu Jingchen lowered his eyelids and said.

Although his face was expressionless, An Qing could still see sadness and sadness on his face.

"How is it possible? Didn't I say it earlier? I don't care. In my eyes, you are no different from other men. The only difference is that you are better and better than them." An Qing leaned on Fu Jingchen's shoulder, Said softly.

"You are so nice. It is my honor to marry you. How can I be ashamed of you?"

Hearing her sincere words, Fu Jingchen raised his hand, put his palm on An Qing's shoulder, and stroked it gently, "I see, it's all my fault, I shouldn't doubt you."

Xiaobai: "If you don't poke, the bad luck has been reduced by 5.00%. Big brother, fuck you!"

"Besides, I think your legs will be cured." An Qing looked at Fu Jingchen's legs, which were obviously much thinner than normal thighs, and said firmly.

After drinking the potion for the past few days, his legs should now have subtle sensations.

"I really don't know about this, you can try to touch it." Xiaobai yawned.

(End of this chapter)