Desire possesses, unable to escape from the palm of my roommate's uncle

The driver parked the car at the entrance of the central building and waited for a while. Then he saw his boss, who was usually aloof and indifferent, coming out with Fu Miaoxi in his arms as if he was holding a child.

He was in a rather awkward state, as Fu Miaoxi had evidently drunk too much and had even frizzed a few strands of Jiang Qingyan's hair.

The driver hurriedly got out of the car, bent down and opened the back door for Jiang Qingyan, then quickly returned to the driving seat, raised the baffle between the front and rear seats, and treated himself as an autonomous robot that only knew how to drive.

Jiang Qingyan finally took out the brooch that was tangled in Fu Miaoxi's hair, but Fu Miaoxi took it away and played with it in her hand.

Jiang Qingyan was afraid that the pin would hurt her, so he wanted to take it back, but Fu Miaoxi stared at him with her big, bitter eyes that looked like they were about to cry, as if he were an unforgivable villain.

Jiang Qingyan had no choice but to break the pin off the brooch and let her play with the diamond decoration in her hand.

Seeing how seriously she was kneading, Jiang Qingyan wanted to tease her.

"Fu Miaomiao, what's in your hand?"

Fu Miaoxi looked towards the source of the voice and said crisply, "It's Liang Jingjing!"

"What's a glitter?"

“It’s just something very expensive and very nice.”

Jiang Qingyan held Fu Miaoxi in his arms and pinched her nose: "Whose thing is it?"

Fu Miaoxi thought for a moment and said, "It belongs to my uncle."

"Who is my uncle?"

"He's a very good person to me, but he's also very bad!"

Jiang Qingyan became interested: "What's wrong?"

"He won't let me sleep, and he finds little things to blame me for every day."

Are you holding a grudge like this? Jiang Qingyan laughed. He didn't expect that teasing her too much would make Fu Miaomiao so resentful.

"He's so good to you, why can't you forgive his little bad behavior?"

Fu Miaomiao became confused: "My uncle did nothing wrong, why should we talk about forgiveness?"

Jiang Qingyan raised his eyebrows. The little drunkard's logic was quite good.

"Fu Miaomiao, do you like your uncle?"

Fu Miaoxi looked down at the brooch in her hand and answered slowly, "I like him a little more than most people."

"Most people? Who can't my uncle compare to?"

Fu Miaomiao stretched out her hands and counted with him: "Grandma, there are... there are Xiaoyu, Xiaohe, and..."

As if she was confused, Fu Miaoxi couldn't count on her fingers correctly.

Jiang Qingyan thought about her words carefully. Couldn't compare to grandma? Did she have some affection for him?

As for Xiaoyu and Xiaohe... Jiang Qingyan remembered that from the information Ming Tongchen gave him, these two seemed to be two of Fu Miaomiao's best friends in high school.

Do you still regard him as your best friend?

Jiang Qingyan tapped her forehead lightly with his fingers: "You..."

After returning to the mansion, Jiang Qingyan no longer had to worry about whether Fu Miaoxi would be cold, and directly carried her into the hall.

Uncle Zhong was waiting early as usual. Seeing that Fu Miaoxi seemed quite drunk, he asked Jiang Qingyan, "Master, do you need me to make some sobering tea for Miss Fu? I'll go and tell Liu Fang to come and help her change her clothes and wash up."

"Just go make a cup of sobering tea." Jiang Qingyan did not stop, intending to carry Fu Miaoxi directly back to the bedroom.

"Then Miss Fu, take off your makeup, change clothes, etc..."

Jiang Qingyan glanced at him and said, "It's such a simple thing, how could I not do it?"

Uncle Zhong shrank his head, feeling that Jiang Qingyan's possessiveness of Fu Miaoxi was getting stronger and stronger recently.

He did not allow her to leave his sight for too long at the mansion, and he personally provided her with all kinds of daily necessities at school.

Now, even his suggestion to find a maid to help Fu Miaoxi wash and dress was rejected.

Uncle Zhong sighed, hoping that Jiang Qingyan would really do such a small thing.

Jiang Qingyan could indeed do it. He had watched Fu Miaoxi put on makeup as an observer and found that Fu Miaoxi could only simply apply foundation, blush, and lipstick.

As for taking off shoes, changing clothes and the like, Jiang Qingyan did it without any hindrance.

He also took into account the differences between men and women. While Fu Miaoxi was unconscious, he couldn't go too far beyond the rules, otherwise Jiang Qingyan wouldn't be sure he could control himself.

So he closed his eyes and took off Fu Miaoxi's leggings, then pulled her out of the knitted skirt. After fumbling to unhook her bra from behind, he quickly put on her nightgown.

He was afraid that if he lingered for a second longer, he would be tempted by the touch between his fingers and would want to open his eyes to see the beautiful scenery in front of him.

After doing all this, Jiang Qingyan felt a little thirsty and quickly took a large glass of water to moisten his throat.

Uncle Zhong just happened to bring up some sobering tea. Jiang Qingyan took it into the bedroom and helped Fu Miaoxi, who was already fast asleep, up from the bed.

"Miao Miao, Miao Miao, be good, wake up and drink your tea, or you'll have a headache tomorrow."

Jiang Qingyan coaxed the little girl in his arms gently. She just opened her eyelids lazily, as if she felt very sleepy. She put her arms around his neck, rubbed it flatteringly, and then closed her eyes and fell asleep again.

This meant that he should not disturb her sweet dreams.

Jiang Qingyan had no choice but to take a sip himself and then pass it to her.

After doing this several times, Fu Miaoxi seemed to find him too annoying again, so she opened her mouth obediently and waited for him to feed her the tea directly.

Jiang Qingyan resigned himself to his fate and began to serve his ancestor. He carefully placed the cup of water next to Fu Miaoxi's mouth and fed her mouthful by mouthful.

Just then, Jiang Qingyan's cell phone rang. It was Ming Tongchen.

"Ayan, regarding the Beijing suburbs project, I have a few details to review with you."

The first thing he talked about was business. Apparently, it was the end of the year and business was busy, so Ming Tongchen was still working overtime, while Jiang Qingyan had been off work for four or five hours.

"Why didn't you tell me about working hours?"

Ming Tongchen narrowed his eyes and said, "I had someone call your assistant all day today. You were either in a meeting or on the way to a meeting."

"It's late now, time to rest."

Jiang Qingyan still had Fu Miaoxi resting his head on one arm. All he wanted now was to help this young lady finish her sobering tea and then take a bath.

Ming Tongchen was full of doubts: "I remember you woke me up at one in the morning quite a few times to discuss the contract with you."

"Today is Christmas," Jiang Qingyan said calmly and confidently, "I'm giving Fu Miaomiao some sobering tea. If it's nothing serious, we'll talk about it tomorrow morning."

The resentful brother sighed: "This is a serious matter, Jiang Qingyan, can you please not put love before friendship?"

Jiang Qingyan thought for a moment: "Then wait for me for half an hour. Fu Miaomiao can't drink cold drinks recently. I want her to finish her tea first."

After saying that, he hung up the phone, leaving Ming Tongchen alone in frustration and rage into the microphone.

Ming Tongchen was puzzled. It was bad enough that this 28-year-old woman had blossomed, but how come Jiang Qingyan was showing signs of becoming a good husband even though their relationship wasn't confirmed yet?

But he thought again, maybe it was just that his status in Jiang Qingyan's mind was too low. If he replaced Fu Miaoxi with anything related to Jiang Qingyan, Ming Tongchen felt that she would be ranked before himself in Jiang Qingyan's heart.

[Small Theater: Another Resentful Brother]

Y: If your finger is cut, what is the best way to deal with it?

Cloud Scene: What caused the cut? Did it bleed a lot? How deep was the wound?

Jiang Qingyan thought for a moment and replied: It should be a carving knife. There wasn't much blood, most of it was scabbed over. The wound wasn't deep, just a break in the skin.

Cloud scene:?

Yunwaijing: If you had asked a few seconds later, the wound would have healed on its own, right?

Y: No, it’s basically healed.

Cloud exterior: Then go commit suicide.

Cloud Scene: Only targeting you! Not Miss Fu!!!

Pei Yunjing threw his phone onto the desk and continued to go to the emergency room in complete silence.