Go crazy, who can be crazier than you? [Villainous Female Supporting Character]

Sang Ling stood at the door without moving, but Fu Gui, who hadn't seen her male mother for a long time, ran over first and buried her head in his arms.

She nuzzled and rubbed against him.

It barked twice, sticking out its tongue happily.

The aloof beauty naturally sat elegantly at Sang Ling's feet, licking her fur with an air of haughtiness.

Since returning, Fugui has become quite plump from being fed by Wang Ma, but it doesn't realize it and thinks it's still the same cute little thing it was when it was a kitten.

He kept jumping around on Fu Zhirang.

Helpless, Fu Zhirang, whose face was covered in dog hair, hugged it and rubbed its head a couple of times before he could control it.

"Fugui, please sit."

Fugui obediently sat down, gazing longingly at Fu Zhirang, its tail wagging happily behind it.

Fu Zhirang then looked at the little girl at the door. Seeing that she didn't come over, he gently turned his head, his deep, bright eyes filled with autumn water.

With a smile on her lips, she spoke softly, "Why isn't Youyou coming over?"

Sang Ling pursed her lips tightly, frozen in place as she stared at the portrait of the beautiful woman before her.

Fu Zhirang did not notice that his clothes had just been messed up by Fu Gui, with his collar wide open and even the hem of his clothes lifted up a bit.

His fair and firm abs were faintly visible, blatantly seducing Sang Ling.

Sang Ling took a deep breath and even took a small step back.

You need to understand that I'm not going there for your own good, so stop acting like a brothel owner.

Sang Ling roared inwardly, but the other party didn't seem to hear her. Not only did they not stop, they also walked towards her.

"What's wrong? Are you feeling unwell?" Fu Zhirang bent down and touched Sang Ling's forehead, his brows furrowing slightly, his expression concerned.

But Sang Ling only had eyes for the spring scenery right in front of her, and her gaze involuntarily fell on the collar of his shirt that had been opened as he bent over.

At a glance, you can almost see the entire view under the clothes.

With a sudden, intense gaze, Sang Ling almost couldn't resist reaching out to touch it, but she managed to restrain herself.

I really want to touch her, but I can't, she's still angry, I can't touch her.

Hold back!

But Fu Xiaoyaojing wouldn't let her go.

Cool fingers gently moved from her forehead to her face, caressing it lightly. His handsome face drew closer, his beautiful eyes gazing into hers.

"Your face is so red, are you hot?" Fu Jiaojiao gently stroked the girl's soft cheeks, speaking with concern in a soft voice, but her voice held an inexplicable allure.

His fingertips brushed against her ear, intentionally or unintentionally, making it tickle.

Seeing herself reflected in the other person's eyes, Sang Ling took a deep breath; she couldn't take it anymore.

Hug me, give me a bite, then push me away.

Fu Jiaojiao had her chin bitten, and then the girl pushed him away and angrily walked to the bedside to sit down.

With a stern face and a serious frown, he asked, "Why are you here?"

She had originally planned to sneak over and bite him a couple of times after he fell asleep that night.

Fu Zhirang touched his chin where there were faint teeth marks, his gaze falling on her as he pondered for a moment.

Didn't you hook it? Maybe you didn't show enough skin?

After careful reflection, Fu Zhirang casually unbuttoned two buttons of his shirt as he walked towards the girl, replying slowly, "I came to see you."

He knelt down in front of Sang Ling, raising his fair and handsome face, his half-exposed chest paired with his abstinent gold-rimmed glasses.

From Sang Ling's perspective, the other party resembled a deity who had been pulled down from her pedestal and was now submitting to her.

At this moment, the deity took her hand and gently placed it on his face, nuzzling her palm like a puppy, looking at her expectantly.

"Don't you want to see me again? But I miss you so much."

The deity resembles a homeless little creature, begging for its master's mercy.

Sang Ling's tense expression relaxed slightly, but she still didn't speak.

The light in the poor little girl's eyes slowly dimmed, and she looked as dejected as a big puppy. "Since you don't want to see me, then I'll go back."

The poor thing turned around and went to the balcony. She glanced back at her, pursed her lips, and seemed a little aggrieved.

Looking at the darkening sky, they began their casual conversation.

"It's getting dark, but that's okay. I'll crawl back even if it's dark, because Youyou doesn't want to see me."

"Although I still have injuries, I might fall because I can't see the road clearly."

"If you fall, your wounds will probably reopen."

"Never mind, it's nothing. It's just that Youyou doesn't want to see me."

The beautiful woman wept, gripping the railing as she was about to leap into the night.

A small hand tugged at the hem of his clothes.

Fu Jiaojiao turned around.

"Since it's getting dark, why don't you stay here?" Sang Ling said, opening her mouth.

Fu Jiaojiao stared at her for two seconds, then shook her head. "No, if you don't want to see me, I'll leave."

Sang Ling subconsciously tightened her grip and hurriedly called out, "It's not that I don't want to."

Fu Jiaojiao turned around with shining eyes.

"So that's what you want?"

"..."

Before Sang Ling could figure out how to answer, he turned around and tried to climb over the wall to leave. She had no choice but to hug his waist. "I want to see you."

So much so that she didn't see the corners of someone's mouth turn up in a smile.

"Do you want me to stay?" Fu Jiaojiao turned around and looked at the little girl who was hugging her waist and wouldn't let go.

Sang Ling nodded.

She was worried about him going home late at night; what if he really fell and got hurt?

As she pondered, the person holding her suddenly turned around, grabbed her waist with one hand, and lifted her up by supporting her bottom with the other.

Sang Ling, whose gaze suddenly rose, instinctively hugged his neck and heard his cheerful voice.

"In that case, I'll stay."

Fu Zhirang carried the person directly into the bathroom. Fugui and Meiren's fluffy little heads tilted in unison, looking at the closed bathroom door with confusion.

I could vaguely hear sounds coming from inside.

"What are you doing? Why are you taking my clothes off?"

"Of course, it's about bathing the baby."

In the end, Fu Zhirang was still kicked out. His clothes were a little wet, his hair was messed up, and even the glasses he had specially worn on his nose were pulled off.

Standing alone at the bathroom door, it looked rather pitiful.

The kind-hearted Fugui came over to comfort him, only to find that he was actually smiling.

Brushing aside the hair on his forehead to reveal his exquisitely beautiful face, Fu Zhirang smiled as he looked at the two little ones inside the room.

"This is not suitable for children, so we won't keep you here tonight."

Fu Gui and Mei Ren were thus kicked out of the room, completely bewildered.

Tell me, what is it that we can't see?

When Sang Ling finished washing up and came out, Fu Zhirang was the only one left in the room.

"Where are the rich and beautiful women?" Sang Ling searched the whole house for the cats and dogs.

"I don't know, they seem to have gone out to play." Someone lied through their teeth without batting an eye.

Sang Ling looked at the pitch-black outside with a puzzled expression.

Want to go out at this hour?

"Come here, sweetie, let me dry your hair." Fu Zhirang came over with a dry towel and led her to sit down on the bed.

Then, gently and patiently, he helped her dry her wet hair.

Wipe it until it's half dry before using a hairdryer to slowly dry it.

After her hair was dried, Sang Ling felt drowsy and instinctively snuggled into his arms.