Quick Wear: Plan to Save the Unrequited Boss

The second princess kept the baby at Grandma Fu's house for a few more days before Fu Yu brought it back.

The moment he took the second princess's hand, it felt very heavy. Wen Ling narrowed her eyes and reached out to hook her round chin.

"Aren't you supposed to be elegant? Don't you want to look good? How come you've gained so much weight?"

The second princess said nothing and just tried to avoid the topic that made the cat unhappy.

Fu Yu scoffed, "How can you not get fat if you eat several meals a day?"

Wen Ling stared at the second princess's chubby face and fell into deep thought. Is this the law of letting grandparents raise children? They will always be plump and white.

The next moment, Wen Ling looked at Fu Yu, who was sitting on the sofa playing with his phone.

He was wearing a simple black short-sleeved shirt and long pants. He was tall and thin, with a slender neck exposed when he lowered his head. His fingers, which were tapping on the phone, were long and white, forming a sharp contrast with the black color of the phone case.

Sitting there like a cool guy.

Wen Ling overturned her previous idea. She threw the Second Princess onto a cat climbing frame to lose weight, then walked over to sit next to Fu Yu.

I leaned over to take a look and saw that he was still playing Candy Crush.

Wen Ling snatched his phone, put her arm around his neck and brought him towards her, then raised her head and kissed him twice on the lips.

Fu Yu lowered his eyes to look at her, and when he met her eyes, there was a lot of interest in his eyes.

Wen Ling backed away a bit, then kissed him again. After a while, she saw his lips were red from being ravaged, so she let him go and put the phone back into his hand.

She leaned back on the sofa, took out her phone and opened Candy Crush. After seeing Fu Yu playing the game, she also downloaded it. Not to mention it's really good for killing time when she's bored.

Fu Yu followed her example and took her phone away, then stared at her with cold eyes.

"Your behavior is quite interesting. You kiss me and then leave me alone."

Wen Ling leaned in and pecked him on the lips again, serious.

"Just now I saw you sitting on the sofa and you looked very pretty. I suddenly wanted to kiss you. You're my boyfriend. Do I need to tell you in advance if I want to kiss you?"

Fu Yu's Adam's apple rolled, and he lowered his eyes to look at the face that was approaching him and had not yet left.

A pair of bright eyes like water, clear and innocent.

"Then you are quite sudden."

After saying this, the princess stopped talking, put Wen Ling's phone into her hand, picked up her own phone and continued with Unbelievable!

It was impossible to tell the emotion in these words. Wen Ling stared at Fu Yu for two or three seconds, then moved closer again.

"Did I scare you, Princess? Then should I tell you next time I want to kiss you?"

This is sincere advice.

The princess remained silent, just looking amazing.

Wen Ling frowned, grabbed his finger that was tapping the phone, and held it tightly. The princess couldn't continue with Excellent and could only look up at her.

Wen Ling frowned and looked at him, "Princess, if you are so squeamish, it will be very difficult for me to deal with you."

The princess smiled, but Wen Ling didn't look very sincere.

The princess tutted, her dark eyes revealing very little emotion. She pulled her fingers out of her hand, raised her hand to the back of her head, and clasped her other hand on her waist.

Her slender waist rested against his arm, her body fitting in. Wen Ling had no place to put her hands, so she could only hook them around his neck and get closer.

The air conditioner was on in the living room, and Fu Yu's lips were slightly cool. When their lips touched, Wen Ling bit them lightly provocatively, but the princess took advantage of the opportunity and slid her tongue in lightly.

Their lips and teeth intertwined, and the kiss was led by Fu Yu. The kiss was heavy and fierce. Soon, the slender waist against his arm softened, and she could only let Fu Yu pull her into his arms.

After a long time, Wen Ling was finally released. She rested her head on the crook of his neck and gasped for breath. Fu Yu's fingers rubbed the corner of her lips twice in a soothing manner.

The voice that came out was a little hoarse, and it sounded kind of bewitching.

"That level just now can't scare me."

Wen Ling no longer listened to what he said. She rubbed her head against his neck. This was the first time the two of them had kissed like this. She raised her hand and touched his numb lips.

A bit cruel.

Too lazy to get up, Wen Ling leaned in his arms and played Candy Crush for a while, then discussed with the princess about going to dinner.

In fact, it wasn't really a discussion, Wen Ling just decided to go eat hotpot.

Fu Yu frowned, but did not refuse.

Fu Yu doesn't like hotpot because the smell on his body can never go away after eating it.

Wen Ling did it on purpose. When two people are together, they have to accommodate each other, and Fu Yu has never been someone who would accommodate others.

Then Wen Ling would be the one who made him give in.

Wen Ling is now very patient with Fu Yu.

After eating hot pot, Wen Ling let go of Fu Yu's hand and bought a cup of milk tea with 50% sugar at the milk tea shop nearby.

She didn't like things that were too sweet, and Fu Yu didn't like them either. She took a sip and felt it was good, so she handed it to Fu Yu's lips.

The princess took a sip without thinking.

Ever since Fu Yu ate the barbecue she gave him last time, Wen Ling has become more and more skilled at feeding him the food she prepared.

After crossing the street, Fu Yu looked at another milk tea shop nearby and stuffed the milk tea that Wen Ling had just stuffed into his hand back into hers.

"It's delicious, but I want it with three-tenths of sugar. Can you buy me one?"

Wen Ling raised her eyes to look at him and did not refuse.

"Wenwen, you're just leaving like this without helping Fu Yu?"

"Yes, but didn't you say there are nearly twenty people on the other side, all holding sticks? I have to be prepared."

Wen Ling walked into the milk tea shop under Fu Yu's gaze, holding her mobile phone in one hand and a half-drunk cup of milk tea in the other.

When Wen Ling noticed Fu Yu had left, she turned and went to the hardware store next to the milk tea shop.

"Boss? Which of your tools is best for opening a person's head?"

"Ah~"

The cigarette-chomping boss wondered if he had misheard. Otherwise, the thin and pretty girl in front of him had a nice voice.

How can you say such scary words?

What we mean is, is this the opening of the head what he thinks it is?

Wen Ling ignored his reaction and browsed around the store. Without waiting for the boss's advice, she locked on a suitable target.

In a hurry, Wen Ling threw a few red bills on the boss's desk and walked out with two huge wrenches.

The boss behind me threw away his cigarette and chased me out of the store, roaring, "Girl, you are still young, don't be impulsive! You won't go to jail."

"A Ling, where is the person?"

Duan Yin and Su Hao, along with a group of their followers, caught up with Wen Ling, gasping for breath.

Just now when they were having dinner, Duan Yin said on WeChat that she was also having dinner nearby, so Wen Ling directly called her over.

By the time Wen Ling and his men arrived at the scene, Fu Yu had already killed half of the people with a stick in his hand.

The stick was danced like flowers in Fu Yu's hand, and he hit one person after another with one blow, accurately and fiercely.

The other eight or nine people, holding sticks in their hands, didn't know whether to advance or retreat.

Damn, this guy looks fair and clean, but I didn't expect him to be so good at fighting. The person who hired them just told them to beat up a high school student.

But I didn't tell them that this high school student was so cruel.

He fought like he didn't care about his life, he only knew how to attack and didn't defend at all. He didn't seem to feel any pain when the stick hit him.

Seven or eight brothers were lying on the ground, screaming and wailing, unable to get up.

He was holding a stick and looked extremely fierce.

Fu Yu has fair skin and was wearing a black short-sleeved shirt. His arms, exposed to the air, looked even whiter, and the bruises, redness, and bleeding wounds on them were even more obvious.

But there is a saying that scars are a man’s best medal.

At least that's how Su Hao feels now. The stick in his hand dances in an arc as he happily feels the best.

"Brother Fu, you're really a real man, so damn handsome!"

The stick that Fu Yu was holding in one hand was still bleeding onto the ground. This was a real fight without regard for one's life.

Compared to this, the fight with Fu Xiuhe that day was really just a minor one, otherwise he would have been as crazy as the group of people on the ground now.

Seeing the miserable state of the people on the ground, Wen Ling subconsciously moved the two wrenches in his hands behind him.

If the stick in Fu Yu's hand was replaced with a wrench, then what the hardware store owner said would really come true: he would deserve to go to jail.

What Fu Yu saw when he turned around was Wen Ling hiding the wrench. He raised his eyebrows slightly and put the stick on his shoulder.

He turned around and looked at the person opposite him, "Are you still fighting?"

Money talks, and it's a matter of credibility.

If they let it be known that a dozen of them were beaten to a pulp by a high school student, how would they survive in the underworld?

This is a matter of face.

I saw the person on the opposite side waving the stick in his hand.

Su Hao snapped his fingers excitedly, eager to try, "Brother Fu, let me help you."