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

Sang Ling, who was initially furious, suddenly lost her temper when she saw how fragile Jiao Jiao was.

She gently hugged him and comforted him, "It's okay, it's alright now."

Her darling must have been terrified just now.

Fu Zhirang should have been angry that the little girl was disobedient, but seeing that she was safe and sound, he lost all his anger.

As long as she's alright, that's all that matters.

These are the shortcomings and lessons learned.

In just over ten seconds, Fu Zhirang thought about many things, and when he looked up again, he had regained his calm and composed demeanor.

"Why are you back again?"

"I'm worried about you."

Sang Ling's answer without the slightest hesitation successfully made someone's eyes light up.

"You can't be so willful next time." Fu Zhirang rubbed the little boy's head and scolded him with a stern face.

Sang Ling glanced at him but didn't say anything.

His stubbornness was incorrigible, which made Fu Zhirang's head ache with anger.

His gaze fell on the sniper rifle on the ground, and he frowned, asking, "Where did this gun come from?"

"I found it," Sang Ling said calmly.

Wei Shu's lips twitched.

Meeting Fu Zhirang's questioning gaze, he thought for a moment and replied, "It was indeed picked up from the ground."

Fu Zhirang picked up the sniper rifle with its unique craftsmanship from the ground and examined it carefully.

My gaze lingered on the engraving on the handle.

Gently rub with your fingertips.

His expression was dark and unclear.

K, it's that logo again.

It was also on the black gloves from before.

Fu Zhirang told Zhou Bei to take the gun back and disassemble it for analysis.

Song Chuyi, who couldn't find Sang Ling anywhere, saw her in the car and rushed over angrily, "Where did you go? I couldn't find you anywhere."

Sang Ling, who was being questioned, gave Mou Jiao a resentful look.

Fu Zhirang gave Song Chuyi a cold glance, stepped aside to block Sang Ling, and said in a cold voice, "Please tell Captain Chen that we're leaving now."

After saying that, he drove away, leaving Song Chuyi completely bewildered.

No, why was his gaze so hostile towards her at the end? When did she offend him?

The car swayed and bumped its way back to the city, and it was just getting dark when I got home.

So, Fu Zhirang took the person back to his home with a clear conscience.

We absolutely have to teach this disobedient little guy a lesson.

result……

"Sit tight and don't move."

Fu Zhirang had just finished washing up when Sang Ling pushed him onto the bed and reached out to rip off his clothes.

He raised his hand to stop her, but she hit him instead.

"I told you not to move." Sang Ling slapped Fu Jiaojiao's hand fiercely.

He didn't feel any pain, but he felt that the girl's fierce behavior was a bit dangerous, so he said in a hoarse voice, "Stop it first."

Seeing that he kept nagging and fussing, Sang Ling lost her patience.

She pushed him down onto the bed, and to keep him from moving, she leaned over and straddled his slender waist.

Fu Zhirang felt a blur before his eyes and fell onto the bed, his clothes wide open, revealing his fair and delicate collarbone and part of his chest.

His dark, tousled hair was scattered on the bed, and a sudden weight settled in his abdomen. His eyes instantly turned dangerous.

He slightly raised his head to look at the little girl on his body, his eyes as deep as the sea, as if waves were rolling over them.

His Adam's apple bobbed, and the sound he made was terribly hoarse.

"Go down."

Sang Ling remained unmoved and continued searching everywhere, looking for something on her body and then on the bed.

Touching her here and turning her over there, Fu Zhirang was so tormented that he couldn't take it anymore. His eyes reddened, and his strong arms gripped her waist tightly, forcibly pulling her into his arms.

The veins on the back of his hands were bulging, and his breathing was heavy, as if he was trying hard to restrain himself.

Sang Ling finally found the medicine bottle under the blanket, looked down in confusion at Fu Jiaojiao, whose face was full of suppressed emotion, and touched his forehead in confusion.

"what happened to you?"

Fu Zhirang opened his eyes, which were filled with intense lust, and stared intently at her like a highly aggressive wolf.

Seeing the girl's clear eyes, he took a deep breath, closed his eyes, buried his head in her neck, and a muffled sound came from behind him.

"Let me hold you for a while."

Sang Ling blinked, hugged his head, and gently stroked his head to comfort him silently.

The two lay on the bed for an unknown amount of time before Fu Zhirang, having calmed down, sat up while holding the person in his arms.

He held her like that, sitting at the foot of the bed, gently stroking her thin back, again and again, with unbelievable tenderness.

"You're not allowed to take off men's clothes without permission from now on," Fu Zhirang said earnestly.

"Mmm." Sang Ling nodded perfunctorily.

Then... a ripping sound.

Fu Zhirang's collar was torn to shreds.

Little Sang Ling: Fine, I won't take it off! I'll tear it!

Fu Zhirang: ...

Fortunately, the girl didn't act as ruthlessly as he had imagined after tearing his clothes; instead, she carefully applied medicine to his wounds.

Fu Jiaojiao was stunned for a moment, looked down at the girl who was carefully applying the medicine, and opened her mouth, "You took off my clothes just to help me apply the medicine?"

"Otherwise?" Sang Ling looked up, her face innocent and naive.

"Don't be afraid, I'll be gentle and won't hurt you."

Thinking of something, Sang Ling spoke softly, leaving much to the imagination.

She thought that Jiaojiao was probably resisting the medicine because she was afraid of the pain, so she would be gentler.

Sang Ling, focused on applying the medicine, did not notice the other person's changing expression.

Realizing she had been overthinking things, Fu Jiaojiao felt a little embarrassed and a bit disappointed.

The surroundings suddenly became quiet.

Sang Ling gently applied medicine to Fu Zhirang's shoulder wound, blowing on it lightly from time to time.

The sensation of being brushed by a feather made someone tremble slightly.

His face, buried deeper and deeper in the crook of her neck, was buried.

Her blood-red lips moved slightly, as if she were saying something, but it was too soft to hear clearly.

Sang Ling paused almost imperceptibly while applying the medicine, then continued as usual.

After sleeping soundly in her warm and cozy embrace all night, Sang Ling returned to the Sang family home the next day, yawning.

Even before I went inside, I could hear the sounds of laughter and chatter coming from inside; it was quite lively.

"Not bad, not bad, you did well on the exam."

As soon as Sang Ling pushed open the door, she heard someone saying that the grilling was good, and she blurted out the question.

"What did you grill? It looks good!"

The group of people chatting and laughing inside all looked up at Sang Ling at the door.

Sang Rou, who was nestled in her mother's arms, acting coquettishly and smugly, suddenly sat up and glared at her upon hearing this.

Eat eat eat, you know how to eat.

"You're back again?" Sang's mother, who had been away from home for a long time, couldn't help but show her joy when she saw Sang Ling and happily beckoned her over.

Seeing her parents at home, Sang Ling lazily raised her eyes and said, "You're back."

"Come here quickly, Mom has brought you a gift."

Sang Ling walked over and looked at it, her face showing a puzzled expression. Pointing to the dead fish in the box, she asked, "What's this?"

"You've never seen an Arctic fish before, have you?" Mother Sang excitedly introduced.

Sang Ling silently turned to look at Song Chuyi, "What did you receive?"

Song Chuyi took a sip of tea and calmly replied, "Arctic ice."

Should she thank them for not bringing back the Arctic virus?

Sang Ling silently looked away, only to be met with Sang Rou's jealous gaze, leaving her even more speechless.

You're jealous of even a dead fish? Is your jealousy so worthless?

Just as Sang Ling was lost in thought, Song Chuyi suddenly nudged her and whispered in her ear, "They also brought back a big gift."

Sang Ling looked up in confusion, seeing that she was gesturing to look in a certain direction.

Turning her head, Sang Ling saw a handsome young man walking towards her.

The man had delicate features, and his peach blossom eyes were full of smiles, the kind that looked at even a dog with deep affection.

While Sang Ling was still wondering who this person was, she saw her mother enthusiastically pulling him to her side.

He explained.

“Youyou, this is your younger brother, Lin Yan.”

Sang Ling looked completely bewildered. "You've had your third child in less than a month?"

Has the world gone this crazy?

Sang's mother suddenly sighed, looked up at the sky at a 45-degree angle, and said with tears in her eyes, "Youyou, actually, your mother gave birth to triplets back then."

Sang Ling & Song Chuyi: 9~

Sang Rou: (???)