Kuai Chuan Ancestor: Paranoid villain is addicted to pets

Chapter 89 Delicate cannon fodder vs gloomy disabled boss 89
As the two kissed neither too much nor too little, they were quite proficient, but the next thing Fu Jingchen was very jerky, and he gradually became familiar with it after slowly exploring.

After a night of spring.

An Qing was lying on the bed tiredly. Fu Jingchen carried the weak An Qing into the bathroom to take a bath. After taking a bath, he carried her back again.

Due to being too exhausted, An Qing fell asleep not long after touching the pillow.

Fu Jingchen hugged her delicate body, smiled happily and contentedly at the corner of his mouth, bowed his head and kissed her.

Before, he never thought that he could still have this moment of happiness.

Xiaobai yawned, "The bad luck has decreased by 5.00% again, sir."

Seeing that An Qing didn't respond, it poked its head out to look, and saw the two hugging each other tightly on the bed, it couldn't help shivering.

Human beings are too scary, like fighting a war, it shivered and retracted its head, and nestled in the bag again.

Because she stayed up late the night before, An Qing slept until noon the next day.

Because Fu Jingchen had told her aunt before leaving, she didn't go upstairs to disturb her.

"It's so uncomfortable."

An Qing rubbed her sore waist, pouted and muttered as she got up from the bed.

"Beast!" She walked to the mirror, looked at her bruised body in the mirror, and scolded.

"Tsk tsk, you humans are too scary, too scary, just like fighting a war."

"Go ahead, little brat, what do you know?"

An Qing poked its little head and stuffed it into the bag.

She did a few stretches, and the soreness in her body felt a little better.

She went downstairs to have lunch, chatted with Wang Qian for a while after dinner, and went back to her room to do her homework.

At around two or three o'clock in the afternoon, Fu Jingchen sent her a message, saying that he would go back to the old house for dinner in the evening and visit his grandfather by the way.

This time when he went back to the old house, Fu Jingchen didn't take a wheelchair anymore. When Mr. Fu saw his legs healed, he burst into tears and thanked God constantly.

An Qing walked to the old man's side, and silently wiped his tears with a tissue.

"Good boy, good boy. Since you married Jing Chen, he has become better and better visible to the naked eye. Thank you. Grandpa hopes that you will be happy forever."

Mr. Fu held An Qing's hand and said with a grateful blessing on his old face.

After crying bitterly, the servant came up with dinner. After dinner, the old man was a little tired, so he got up and went back to the bedroom.

Fu Jingchen looked at his more and more bent back, and a flash of guilt flashed in his eyes.

The death of his uncle still hit him hard, but he couldn't help it.

The relationship between him and him has become so intense that it's not about death.

Fu Jingchen sighed, and a touch of sadness appeared on his handsome face.

Suddenly, a small hand covered the back of his hand, and he was stunned for a moment and turned his head to look.

There was a warm and bright smile on An Qing's beautiful face, and she was looking at him with crooked eyebrows.

Fu Jingchen's heart warmed up, and he clasped his fingers tightly with her.

(End of this chapter)