Kuai Chuan Ancestor: Paranoid villain is addicted to pets

Chapter 6 Delicate cannon fodder vs gloomy disabled boss 6
"What's the matter?" An Qing ate her meal calmly, glanced at them, and asked.

"You really agreed?" An Jiahe asked in disbelief.

A few days ago, she was still pestering Shen Yan, thinking that he would not marry, but today she agreed so quickly.

Zhao Wan, An Xue and Shen Yan also looked at each other in disbelief.

"Do I have the right to refuse?"

An Qing wiped the corner of her mouth and looked at him coldly.

An Jiahe subconsciously avoided looking.

Why does he feel that her daughter is different from before?

After dinner.

An Qing went to the kitchen to squeeze some juice, when suddenly, a strange figure walked over.

She tensed her back subconsciously, and when she turned around, she saw Shen Yan staring at her coldly and contemptuously.

"Don't think you can get my attention by playing hard to get."

An Qing put the cut fruit into the wall breaker and sneered, "Brain is a good thing, but it's a pity you don't have one."

"What did you say?"

Shen Yan frowned.

She actually talked to him like that?
"I said, if you don't stay away from me, I'll beat you up."

An Qing finished squeezing the juice, walked around him, and warned him.

"An Qing! There is a limit to playing hard to get, don't go too far! Ah!"

Shen Yan stretched out his hand to hold An Qing's wrist to teach her a lesson, but she caught her with a backhand and set him up, causing him to scream in pain.

"I said it all, stay away from me, or I will beat you, why can't you understand people's words?"

An Qing shook off his hand and left the kitchen with the juice.
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The President's Office of the Fu Group.

Fu Jingchen drank his coffee slowly. Suddenly, his mobile phone rang, and it was Mr. Fu who called.

He looked at the name on the phone screen, and there was a flash of anticipation in his eyes that he hadn't even noticed.

He swiped his fingertips across the phone screen and picked up the phone, "She agreed? Got it."

After hanging up the phone, he looked at the documents on the table, and the corners of his mouth couldn't help but curl up.

As long as you marry me, I will definitely protect you for a lifetime! -
When An Qing was shopping in the mall with the pocket money An Jiahe gave her, her cell phone rang suddenly.

She looked at the strange number on the screen, and the corners of her mouth curled up.

The fish is hooked.

"Is it the main god? Yes, yes, yes?"

Xiaobai jumped up and down excitedly, dragging An Qing's hand holding the phone to shake non-stop, and couldn't even answer the phone.

"Be quiet, you are just a mobile phone pendant now!" An Qing frowned and patted its fluffy little body, scolding.

Xiaobai pursed his mouth aggrievedly, and didn't dare to move anymore.

"Hey?"

"Is it Miss An? I'm Fu Jingchen. Do you have time? I want to meet and talk with you about something. "

"Okay."

The two made an appointment and met in a coffee shop near the mall half an hour later.

"Meet Miss An again, is your wound healed?"

Seeing An Qing coming in, Fu Jingchen stretched out his hand to her with a smile on the corner of his mouth.

An Qing sat across from him and took his hand.

His palms are warm and dry, and his fingers are pale and slender. They are particularly good-looking ones, and he can be used as a hand model.

Tsk tsk, I really want to touch it!

An Qing was so excited that she couldn't bear to take back her hand.

Tuanzi shook, touched her arm, and reminded, "Boss, you have to control how much you send!"

"Okay, look."

An Qing nodded, rolled up her sleeves to reveal her thin and white forearms, and showed them to Fu Jingchen.

Fu Jingchen lowered his eyes and looked at a thin powder mark on her white and tender skin. He frowned slightly, "Isn't there any ointment for scar removal?"

He didn't want her to bear such a scar for the rest of her life just to save him.

"Use it, but often forget it."

An Qing looked indifferent.

"ointment."

Fu Jingchen stretched out his slender palm in front of her, tapped the pale knuckles of his index finger on the table, and then spread his hand.

(End of this chapter)