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

After the rain stopped, Sang Ling secretly climbed over the wall to go next door under the cover of night, and once she did it, she did it again.

This time, his wall-climbing skills were noticeably more proficient.

He climbed onto the balcony, poked his head out, and furtively climbed onto the balcony. Before he could jump inside, he met Fu Zhirang's gaze inside the house.

Sang Ling hung disheveled on the railing, facing Fu Zhirang, who was leaning against the headboard, looking elegant.

If the enemy does not move, I will not move.

Hold on!

In the end, Fu Zhirang went over and carried the person hanging on the balcony inside.

Her slender waist was grasped by both hands, and she was lifted up with a gentle motion.

Looking at the little girl covered in dirt, Fu Zhirang frowned. "What did you do? Why did you come in from the balcony?"

Sang Ling looked at her dirty hands and seemed a little disgusted.

Because it had just rained, it was inevitable that you would get dirty when climbing over the wall.

She pouted and casually rubbed herself against Fu Zhirang, getting his clothes dirty in no time.

Fu Zhirang's forehead veins throbbed as he watched. He took a deep breath, gritted his teeth, and grabbed the little hand that was rubbing against him.

"You still haven't answered me. Why are you here now, and why did you come in from there?"

Fu Zhirang was still angry because the little girl was not sleeping properly at night and ran out to do something as dangerous as climbing over the wall.

The little girl retorted with a question.

"How dare you say that? You promised to be home before dark, but I waited at home until dark and you still didn't come to pick me up."

Fu Zhirang was taken aback when he saw Sang Ling's annoyed expression.

I instinctively wanted to retort, but then I remembered something and swallowed the words that were on the tip of my tongue.

Your home and my home seem different.

Fu Zhirang, who rushed back after finishing the meeting but couldn't find the little girl, wondered why she was missing.

The villa's maid said she had gone back next door, and he thought she had gone back because of something, but he didn't expect that she had misunderstood him.

Seeing the little girl's puffed-up, resentful face, Fu Zhirang pursed his lips and softened his voice as he explained, "I'm talking about this family."

Sang Ling frowned in displeasure.

What a hassle, this family, that family.

Knowing the young girl was impatient, Fu Zhirang took a set of women's pajamas from the closet and pushed her into the bathroom.

"Change your clothes."

After Sang Ling came out after changing her clothes, he glanced at her hands again and asked, "Did you wash your hands?"

Sang Ling reluctantly went back to wash her hands.

After washing her hands, she came out holding her wet hands and, as a form of revenge, wiped them on the clean clothes that Fu Zhirang had just changed into.

Fu Zhirang just watched her make a fuss quietly, and only after she finished did he take her hand and walk towards the big bed.

"It's late, you should go to sleep."

Of course she wanted to sleep, and she wanted to sleep with Jiaojiao in her arms.

Fu Zhirang stared down at the soft, clingy little girl in his arms for a while, then looked back out the window with a deep, dark gaze.

He heard strange noises coming from next door when it started raining. Although the noises were drowned out by the rain, he still noticed them.

Thinking of the scene he had witnessed, Fu Zhirang's eyes darkened.

He hugged the person in his arms even tighter.

That's enough, with the people around him in his arms, they won't be in danger.

Sang Ling nestled in a warm embrace and fell into a sweet sleep, sleeping soundly until dawn, feeling wonderful.

Hearing a knock on the door in a daze, Sang Ling turned over and groped around with her eyes closed, only to find an empty bed.

After a two-second silence, it suddenly sprang to life.

Where is her charm?

Sang Ling had just sat up and hadn't even seen her surroundings when the door opened and a man in a suit walked in.

"Young Master, good morning..."

The words the man was about to say stopped abruptly when he saw Sang Ling on the bed.

Her eyes widened instantly as she glanced at Fu Zhirang, who was emerging from the dressing room. Her mind raced, and the next second she flashed a smile that said, "I understand, I understand everything."

"Excuse me, please continue." Uncle Zhang smiled and left the room, gently closing the door behind him.

Sang Ling looked at Uncle Zhang, who came in and went out, with a puzzled expression, and lazily turned to look at the other person in the room.

Fu Zhirang, now dressed in a shirt and trousers, lowered his eyes and slowly adjusted his cuffs, a tie draped askew around his neck.

He glanced indifferently at the closed door, turned around, and strode over to the bedside, looking down at the still somewhat drowsy little girl on the bed.

"woke up?"

As Fu Zhirang leaned closer, the tie hanging around his neck drooped down, swaying back and forth in front of Sang Ling, making her dizzy.

She reached out and grabbed it.

Feeling a weight on his neck, Fu Zhirang lowered his eyes and gazed at the girl's soft, white face.

The cool voice took on a subtle hint of indulgence, "Want to help me tie it?"

Sang Lingwen looked up, feeling irritable from being grumpy in the morning. Her eyes fell on the Adam's apple and the clearly defined jawline, which were very close to her.

She blinked and looked down.

Her collar was slightly open, revealing her delicate and beautiful collarbone.

Sang Ling stared at the exposed collarbone, feeling it was tempting her.

then……

Ten minutes later, Fu Zhirang came downstairs with a cold face, exuding a low-pressure atmosphere, his beautiful lips pressed into a straight line.

He was wearing a well-tailored white shirt with the collar slightly open.

If you look closely, you can see a faint teeth mark on her fair collarbone beneath the open collar.

Following obediently behind him was Sang Ling, who looked guilty.

The two sat down at the table, and Uncle Zhang smiled and went to arrange breakfast for them.

Although he sensed that the atmosphere between the two was a bit strange, it didn't stop him from delivering his prepared lines.

“You are the first woman the young master brought back.” Uncle Zhang stood beside Sang Ling, smiling with emotion.

Sang Ling, who was feeling a little guilty for biting Jiao Jiao, was stunned by what she heard.

Those words sound so familiar.

Then I heard him say that.

"It's been a long time since I've seen the young master smile so happily."

Sang Ling: "..."

However, Fu Zhirang, without smiling, picked up his cup, took a sip of coffee, and remained indifferent.

Only Sang Ling was shocked by the ubiquitous domineering CEO literature, a world that had reached its peak.

Turning to face the smiling Uncle Zhang, Sang Ling's pale face contorted in distress as she asked sincerely, "Why are you here?"

Shouldn't you be next door?

That's your domain, butler.

Sang Ling asked sincerely, and Zhang Bo answered sincerely.

"Because the salaries are high here." He said that making money is the most important thing.