After rebirth, I became a drug addict of the paranoid boss

Sure enough, it hung up.

Shi Wan looked at the phone that was hung up in a hurry, with a helpless smile that he was used to.

She turned her beautiful eyes slightly to look at her husband, and smiled softly.

"What did you do to An'an and Jinran? Why is she so afraid of you?"

Also afraid of being so exactly the same.

"You'll have to ask them that,"

Fu Tingchen stepped in, his black suit clearly revealed his superior and slender figure, and his whole body exuded an inherent nobility.

"Baby,"

He sat behind Shiwan and wrapped her in his arms, instead of a pillow for her to lean on.

"Feeling better?"

Shi Wan nodded with his usual expression.

Fu Tingchen pursed his thin lips slightly, but did not speak.

Ever since the Same Life Gu was transferred to Wanwan, he seemed to be able to vaguely feel her pain.

Whenever she felt bad, his heart ached, and he had no intention of doing anything other than her.

It's not a heartache in the sense, but a real feeling.

Of course, whether it was caused by the same fate Gu still needs to be investigated.

"It's really much better, and it should be almost better after a few more ointments."

Not wanting to worry Fu Tingchen, Shiwan looked at the time.

"Achen, help me get the white porcelain bottle by the bed."

The ointment inside was prepared by her before, and it has a good effect on pain relief and wound scarring.

Both she and Ah Chen can use it now.

"it is good."

Fu Tingchen stretched his long arms slightly, and took the white porcelain bottle in his hand, but it was not too late.

"Baby, can I paint it for you?"

In the depths of the pitch-black eyes, a dark color flashed quickly.

The slender and distinct hands were playing with the porcelain vase in front of Shi Wan's eyes, and the veins on the back of the hands were obvious.

Looking at these hands, she couldn't bear to refuse.

The veins on his hands are quite gentle, not as hideous and terrifying as there.

Sensing what she was thinking, panic flashed in Shi Wanmei's eyes, and she immediately calmed down.

"……it is good."

Fu Tingchen put Shi Wan gently on the bed, lifted his clothes to reveal the wound.

Because of the special location of the wound, snow is inevitable, the peak is half exposed, and the indescribable swaying is alluring.

His Adam's apple rolled slightly, and his eyes instantly became darker.

But because of his lowered eyebrows, Shi Wan didn't notice.

Fu Tingchen put his slender and fair fingers into the porcelain bottle, took out an appropriate ointment, and melted it in his palm until it was warm.

Then gently apply it on the wound that almost broke his heart, and slowly spread it evenly.

It's really slow—slow, fingertips are gently rubbing the wound.

The warm feeling spread out along with the man's warm fingertips, which relieved the pain of the wound a lot.

"A Chen,"

Shi Wan's red lips curled slightly, and said softly.

"Okay."

"it is good,"

Fu Tingchen stopped his movements, and a barely noticeable reluctance and laughter flashed in the depths of his eyes.

When meeting Wanwan, his self-control is really not as good as that of a kid.

"Your heart hurts no worse than mine,"

Shi Wan put down her clothes, took the porcelain bottle, and raised her beautiful eyes slightly to look at the man in front of her.

"Lie down, and I'll paint it for you."

"fine,"

Fu Tingchen didn't want Shiwan to see his injury, rubbed the top of her hair, and said in a soft voice.

"I'll just do it myself."

"no,"

Shi Wan looked at Fu Tingchen, her delicate face was full of persistence.

"Achen, I want it."

Her injury was done by a professional surgeon, but Ah Chen stabbed it by himself.

If she doesn't see the situation clearly, she can't rest assured.

If he can, he prefers to ask for other things later.

Fu Tingchen insisted on seeing Shiwan, with helplessness in his eyes.

It seems that as long as you open your mouth every night, you have no way to refuse.

"it is good."

"That's good,"

A smile appeared on Shi Wan's face again, and he put his hands on his chest, trying to push him down.

Fu Tingchen didn't dare to let Shi Wan use his strength, so he lay down following her strength.

Fearing that he would regret getting up, Shi Wan simply turned over and sat on his waist.

"Baby, be careful."

In Fu Tingchen's deep and hoarse voice as he held Shi Wan's waist, apart from being doting, there was also a bit of tension.

"It's ok,"

Shi Wan looked down at the man's handsome and restrained face, and blinked playfully.

"The place where I hurt is in my heart, and it won't be touched by sitting."

Fu Tingchen didn't stop anymore, his dark eyes focused on his wife.

"it is good."

Shi Wan began to reach out to untie the black shirt on Fu Tingchen's body, her fair and slender fingers contrasted sharply with the dark gray.

The buttons were unbuttoned one by one, and the smile on the corner of Shi Wan's mouth faded little by little, turning into condensation.

Fu Tingchen frowned, and heaved a long sigh in his heart.

really.

Shi Wan looked at the moist beautiful eyes trembling, and then tightly closed them.

There were three wounds on Ah Chen's heart, one was deeper and one was more terrifying.

It is enough to see how much effort was used by the person who started.

But apart from the first one, she was completely unaware of the remaining two.

No wonder Ah Chen found an excuse to refuse when he wanted to see the wound.

The sockets of the eyes were sore, and the tears flowed down uncontrollably.

"When did these two lines get scratched?"