Kuai Chuan Ancestor: Paranoid villain is addicted to pets

Chapter 43 Delicate cannon fodder vs gloomy disabled boss 43
When he got home, Fu Jingchen was busy in the study until late at night. After he came out, he took a shower and went back to the bedroom.

He sat on the bed, looked at his obviously too slender legs, pinched them hard, felt the slight numbness, and a happy smile appeared on the corner of his mouth.

Is he really going to stand up?
He found that after marrying that little girl, his life seemed to be on the hook, getting better and better.

He was just about to turn off the light and go to sleep, when suddenly, the door was pushed open with a "click".

He looked up and saw a small head sticking out.

An Qing symbolically knocked on the door with her knuckles, with a sweet smile on her lips, "Honey, can I come in?"

The girl's voice was cute and soft, Fu Jingchen's brows and eyes softened, "haven't you already come in? Ask."

"Hey, why don't you take a moment?"

An Qing pushed the door open with a smile and came in.

She was wearing a pure white nightdress with suspenders. Her neck, arms, and ankles were all white and thin, and she was so fragile that it seemed that she would break if she held it hard.

It is a delicate little flower that needs careful care and care.

"What's the matter?" Fu Jingchen lowered his eyelids, covering his dark eyes, and asked.

"Ah."

The little girl sat obediently beside his bed and nodded. She should have just taken a bath, and her body still exudes the fragrance of shower gel, but it is not pure, and it is mixed with a little girl's sweet body fragrance.

Fu Jingchen lowered his head, his throat rolled down involuntarily, took a deep breath, suppressed the charming emotions in his heart, looked up at her, "what's the matter?"

"Come to massage your legs." An Qing smiled sweetly, blinking her big bright eyes.

"Press the legs?" Fu Jingchen's eyes flashed a little puzzled.

"Yeah, didn't the doctor say it all? If you want to recover quickly, you need to massage frequently to promote blood circulation and remove blood stasis."

As An Qing said, she stretched out her two thin, white hands and pressed them on Fu Jingchen's legs.

Fu Jingchen is wearing pajamas with a look on her face, and her little hands are white and tender, like young bamboo shoots.

His eyes flickered in a panic, and he quickly raised his hand to block it, "No need, I will find a professional masseuse tomorrow."

"The masseur is the masseur, and I am me, why doesn't my husband believe me?"

The little girl puffed up her cheeks and became angry.

"Of course not, it's just... I don't want to trouble you." Seeing her angry appearance, Fu Jingchen explained softly.

"What trouble is it? I'm your wife, shouldn't you trouble me?"

An Qing said and stretched her hands to his legs again, this time Fu Jingchen didn't stop her.

The girl massaged him vigorously, and because of the exertion, a thin layer of sweat beads appeared on her forehead after a while.

Fu Jingchen looked at her serious and focused beautiful side face, and his cold heart was gradually soaked in tenderness.

He is not a wood, nor a heart of stone, so he can naturally feel her contribution.

She was really caring about him.

"Ding dong, the villain's misfortune has been reduced by 5.00% again, boss is awesome!" Xiao Bai's excited voice rang in An Qing's ears, and she raised her eyebrows slightly.

Does this work too?
It seems that he can only treat this man softly.

"Honey, I'm so hot, can you wipe my sweat for me?"

An Qing rolled her eyes, and raised her small face to Fu Jingchen's eyes.

The girl's small face was pale, and her forehead, nose tip, and chin were covered with crystal beads of sweat.

Fu Jingchen's eyes were gentle, and he took out a tissue and gently pressed it on her face, "Don't press it when you're tired, go to sleep."

"Press it a little longer."

An Qing insisted on pressing it for a while, then sat on the edge of the bed and took a rest.

"Is there any water?" An Qing was a little thirsty.

"Ah, I see."

"Wait……"

She glanced around and saw a glass of water on the bedside table, and picked it up without thinking. Fu Jingchen saw that it was his glass, but just as he said a word, she had already put the glass away Bring it to your lips and drink it.

(End of this chapter)