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

The shock in Jiang Xu's eyes gradually crumbled.

Sang Ling noticed his breakdown and also noticed the white coat he was wearing.

"What are you doing here? Are you sick?" Sang Ling, whose heart and eyes were full of Jiao Jiao, finally realized what was happening and quickly pulled him over to check him up and down.

Holding the small hand that was groping around his body, Fu Zhirang lowered his eyes and whispered, "It's just a minor illness, nothing serious."

Jiang Xu could only chuckle at this.

Yes, it's just a minor, serious illness.

Sang Ling looked at Jiang Xu with a skeptical expression, "A minor illness?"

Jiang Xu opened his mouth, but seeing Fu Zhirang's warning look, he replied with a slightly guilty tone, "Mm."

"Did you get the medicine?"

"not yet."

"Then hurry up and drive." Sang Ling urged Jiang Xu, then turned to Fu Zhirang and instructed, "Remember to take your medicine when you get back."

After taking the medicine, the illness was cured.

Jiang Xu just watched as the infamous Crown Prince obediently nodded.

I couldn't help but gasp.

She silently added a sentence to the medical record.

The development of a secondary personality is suspected and requires close observation.

With the medicine prescribed by Jiang Xu in one hand and the sick girl, Guajiao, in the other, Sang Ling turned and left the psychiatric ward.

Strangely enough, we hadn't even left the hospital after walking for so long, but after taking Jiaojiao's hand, we came out in no time.

Because he was delayed for a while, Zhou Bei, who rushed over, just watched as the young girl led his CEO out of the hospital with her head held high.

His CEO, however, was uncharacteristically obedient, following behind like a dutiful wife.

Zhou Bei felt a pang of heartache for a moment.

Mr. Fu, do you still remember that you're a domineering CEO?

Zhou Bei watched with a heavy heart as Sang Ling led Fu Zhirang skillfully into the car.

You think this is the final blow? No, she can actually "whip the corpse."

Looking through the rearview mirror, Zhou Bei, who was driving in front, saw Sang Ling in the back seat, pressing down on his boss and groping him. He didn't know how to describe his feelings at that moment.

It was probably a feeling of grief, indignation, and helplessness.

Actually, Sang Ling didn't do anything. Considering that Jiao Jiao was sick, she just pressed her against the car door, touched her waist, and then stayed in his arms and wouldn't get up.

Worried that the person in his arms would fall, Fu Zhirang reached out and gently wrapped his arms around her waist, holding her close.

With a touch of caution.

Upon witnessing this scene, Zhou Bei's calm demeanor cracked.

Despite his disarray, he calmly stepped on the gas, and the car sped up to the villa.

Once home, Sang Ling had no reason to linger in Fu Zhirang's arms. She lazily got out of the car, still holding onto his arm, looking like she was about to lean on him again.

Unfortunately, they were interrupted by a figure that suddenly appeared.

The huge, furry body crashed into her head, catching Sang Ling off guard. She was hit hard and took a step back, her waist hitting the hood of the car behind her.

Sang Ling's face paled, and she pursed her lips as she looked at the dog frolicking excitedly in her arms.

It was completely oblivious to its owner's changed expression, and just kept nuzzling against her, wagging its tail happily.

When Fu Zhirang pulled her away, she let out a dissatisfied "whimper".

When he saw the other person's gloomy eyes, he chickened out.

"Where are you hurt?" After pulling the dog away, Fu Zhirang looked at the little girl whose face was obviously not good.

The little girl pouted, her eyes filled with tears, looking pitiful as if she was in great pain but trying to hold back her tears.

Fu Zhirang's expression changed slightly. He picked up the person and strode into the house, his aura cold and intimidating.

Twenty minutes later, the quiet villa welcomed another person.

Jiang Xu, wearing a white coat and covered in sweat, ran into the villa and shouted as soon as he entered.

"Where is he? Where is he? Where is the person who is dying?"

Zhou Bei, who was waiting for him at the door, twitched his lips slightly upon hearing this, glanced at him with an inexplicable look, and then led him upstairs to the second floor.

Upon entering Fu Zhirang's bedroom, Jiang Xu was greatly alarmed.

No way, no way, he was perfectly fine when we separated, how could he be dying so suddenly?

Jiang Xu rushed in anxiously to prepare for the rescue, but when he entered, he saw the man standing there perfectly fine.

He was taken aback. "Weren't you going to die?"

"Who told you I was going to die?" Fu Zhirang's face darkened.

Jiang Xu turned to look at Zhou Bei behind him.

Zhou Bei looked away, appearing like an outsider.

Jiang Xu, realizing what was happening, gritted his teeth and glared at him fiercely.

You, Zhou Bei, have actually forged an imperial edict!

Fu Zhirang's thin lips pressed into a straight line, and his tone turned even colder, "Take a look at her, it seems she bumped her waist."

Jiang Xu turned his head again, looking bewildered. Who bumped his waist? It was so intense.

When Jiang Xu saw the frail and pitiful little girl lying on Fu Zhirang's bed, his calm demeanor crumbled.

After hesitating for a long time, he looked at Fu Zhirang with the eyes of someone looking at a beast and muttered, "You're really not human."

Look what they've done to them.

Fu Zhirang's face turned ashen.

Sang Ling, lying on the bed, stroked the head of Fugui, the dog that sat obediently on the edge of the bed, while glancing towards the door.

Although she felt much better now, Jiaojiao wouldn't let her get up.

She could only lie there, bored out of her mind, and could only pet the dog. The beautiful woman lying on Fugui's back would occasionally touch her hand.

Amidst a string of curses, Jiang Xu examined Sang Ling's injured back.

Fortunately, it was just a bruise and no bones were broken.

Jiang Xu prescribed the medicine, explained the precautions to Fu Zhirang, and finally sighed earnestly.

His eyes were filled with sympathy as he looked at Sang Ling.

Seeing the sympathy in the other person's eyes, Sang Ling looked completely bewildered.

Jiang Xu prescribed a topical ointment, and Fu Zhirang washed his hands before coming out to apply the ointment to the little girl.

When I came out, I saw the little girl rubbing the dog's head while sighing helplessly, "Fugui, Fugui, you should be more careful."

Fortunately, it was her who was hit this time. If it had been someone else, wouldn't we have had to pay compensation?

The thought of losing money made Sang Ling's heart ache terribly.

The hand that was grabbing the dog's head unconsciously tightened its grip, forcibly pulling out a mask of pain from the dog.

Fugui whimpered as he licked her fingers in a fawning manner.

Fu Zhirang stared at the little girl's fingers, which had been licked by Fugui, for two seconds before casually looking away.

He lowered his eyes and sat down on the edge of the bed without saying a word. He lifted the quilt, lifted Sang Ling's clothes, and revealed a section of her fair and slender waist.

The little girl had a white and slender waist, with two pretty dimples on both sides.

However, a dark bruise had appeared on her beautiful, jade-like skin, which was quite an eyesore.

Fu Zhirang pursed his lips, lowered his eyes to hide the darkness in them, and took out the ointment to gently apply it to the bruise.

The man's hands were long and fair, with distinct knuckles, but his fingertips had some fine calluses.

The coolness of the ointment and the slightly rough texture on her skin made Sang Ling's body stiffen slightly.

Look back at him.

Fu Zhirang gently lifted his eyelids, his long, thick eyelashes fluttered, casting a silhouette beneath his eyes, revealing his dark, shimmering eyes.

His expression remained completely calm as he asked softly, "Does it hurt?"

Before Sang Ling, who was still captivated by the beauty, could answer, a gentle, warm breath landed on her waist and brushed against her.