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

Flower thief?

(oyano)

Qi Yuan, who was encountering this situation for the first time, was dumbfounded. He pointed at Sang Ling, his lips trembling, "You you you you you..."

Sang Ling hesitated for two seconds, then calmly climbed over the wall and nodded.

"Ah hello."

Qi Yuan rolled his eyes. Who wants to greet you?

“Sang, Sang…” Qi Yuan tried hard to recall Sang Ling’s name, but he couldn’t remember it no matter what.

“Sang Ling,” Sang Ling kindly reminded her.

"Oh, Sang Ling." Qi Yuan paused for a moment, then retorted angrily, "Pah, who cares what your name is?"

"You have some nerve, daring to break into your uncle's window in the middle of the night!" To protect his uncle's innocence, Qi Yuan angrily rebuked the womanizer.

Sang Ling patted her clothes and walked straight to the bedside, placing the empty kettle on the bedside table.

This action startled Young Master Qi once again.

"No, you want to go to bed with me? Are you out of your mind?"

His uncle is a germaphobe. Although the two of them seemed very affectionate before, the bed is a no-go zone for his uncle.

The kind of place where no one is allowed to touch it except yourself and the housekeeper who does the cleaning.

Once, he accidentally bumped into it, and his uncle frowned and replaced the entire bed.

It left a huge shadow on him when he was young.

Not understanding why Qi Yuan was reacting so strongly, Sang Ling frowned, gave him a disgusted look, lifted the covers, climbed onto the bed, and started touching everything.

Her little yellow duck hair clip is missing. The Sang family has searched everywhere but can't find it, so it can only have been left here.

Sang Ling touched here and there, and when she couldn't find it, she crawled under the covers to look for it.

Sang Ling's action of looking for her hair clip appeared to Qi Yuan as nothing short of infatuation.

The person almost fainted on the spot.

She glanced cautiously in the direction of the door, then quickly went to the bedside and, gritting her teeth, urged the person on the bed, "What are you doing? Get down right now!"

"If your uncle comes in and doesn't see you, you're doomed. Hurry up and come out."

"I know you adore your uncle, but you can't do things like climbing over walls and into beds in the middle of the night. You're the daughter of the Sang family, can't you be a little more reserved?"

"Get down here now! Do you want the Sang family to die with you?"

Qi Yuan stood by the bed, too shy to move, mainly because he didn't dare touch his uncle's bed.

Seeing that Sang Ling had made a mess of the tidy bed and refused to get off, he gritted his teeth, closed his eyes, and was about to pull her off.

Just as he was struggling with Sang Ling under the covers, the door suddenly opened, and a cold, angry voice rang out.

"What are you doing?"

Startled, Qi Yuan immediately let go and raised his hand to explain to Fu Zhirang at the door, "Uncle, it wasn't me, I didn't, I didn't do anything."

Fu Zhirang's expression was cold and stern. He looked at Qi Yuan and then at the little girl on the bed who had wriggled a few times under the covers and poked her head out.

The little girl's hair was messy, her loose pajamas were slightly askew, and she had a blank and innocent expression on her face.

His brows furrowed deeply.

He exuded a low-pressure aura, took a few steps to the bedside, pursed his lips, and made his facial features even more sharp.

Full of oppression.

Qi Yuan was so frightened that he dared not utter a sound. Just as he was about to look up, he was startled by the reprimand and lowered his head again.

"Don't look up." Fu Zhirang's tone was cold and dangerous.

Fu Zhirang's face was very pale, as if covered with a layer of ice. He silently wrapped the person on the bed tightly with the quilt, leaving only a fluffy little head sticking out.

The owner of the little head raised her pretty, soft little face and smiled sweetly at him.

After hiding the little girl, Fu Zhirang slowly turned to look at the bewildered Qi Yuan, his voice cold.

"How will you be here?"

Qi Yuan answered cautiously, "My mother made spicy crayfish and asked me to bring some over."

crayfish?

Sang Ling, who was wrapped up in a ball, suddenly had her eyes light up, sparkling brighter than the stars.

Fu Zhirang frowned. "Then what are you doing in my room?"

Qi Yuan stiffened, hesitated, and refused to answer, clearly indicating that there was something wrong.

The atmosphere suddenly turned cold.

A small head peeked into Fu Zhirang's ear and whispered with certainty, "He definitely wants to secretly see what color underwear you're wearing."

She was so charming and beautiful that she attracted unwanted attention everywhere she went.

So angry!

Upon hearing Sang Ling's words, both men present changed their expressions.

Qi Yuan looked up in shock, his eyes filled with fear and terror. When he met Fu Zhirang's gaze, he shook his head vigorously.

"No, I didn't, she's lying."

"I just wanted to see that model race car in your collection."

Fearing that Fu Zhirang would think he was a pervert, Qi Yuan dared not hide it any longer and revealed the reason he came in.

Fu Zhirang's coldness lessened somewhat, and he abandoned the idea of ​​using family discipline.

If Qi Yuan is truly a pervert, he'll probably be beaten to death by Fu Zhirang.

Fu Zhirang lowered his eyes and gently pressed the little head that had leaned in back. Remembering something, he turned to warn Qi Yuan, "Don't come into my room without permission in the future."

"Go out."

Qi Yuan, who had been kicked out of the room, felt increasingly uneasy. He turned around and looked at the person who was still sitting on the bed, and asked him a little defiantly.

"Uncle, why are you only talking about her and not me?"

In his view, Sang Ling was the pervert.

Fu Zhirang glanced at him indifferently, his voice still as cold and aloof as a flower on a high mountain.

"Isn't it a given that she's here?"

Qi Yuan, clutching his split head, went outside in shock.

What did he mean by that sentence? What did it mean?

Could it be that they have already...?

After dealing with the person in the way, Fu Zhirang turned around and saw the little girl rummaging around on the bed, as if she was looking for something.

"What are you looking for?"

Sang Ling frowned, pursing her lips unhappily, "My little yellow duck is missing, have you seen it?"

Fu Zhirang got up, opened the bedside table, and took something out. "Here it is."

After giving her the hair clip, Fu Zhirang gently and tenderly tidied Sang Ling's messy hair and clothes.

Seeing the perfectly intact little yellow duck hair clip, Sang Ling was happy again, took it and put it in her pocket to keep it safe.

Then he got out of bed, took Fu Jiaojiao's hand, and started to walk outside.

"Where?" Fu Zhirang asked, pulling her aside.

"Let's go eat crayfish," she said matter-of-factly.

Fu Zhirang glanced at the clock. "It's already very late."

It's not good to eat too late.

Sang Ling nodded in agreement and said, "Yes, it's late, so it's time for a midnight snack."

Fu Zhirang: "..."

As the two descended, Qi Yuan was still questioning his existence, until he saw them coming down hand in hand, and his already broken heart shattered a little more.

So, they really are living together?!

Fu Zhirang had the crayfish that Qi Yuan had brought heated up and served.

It has to be said that Qi Yuan's mother is a good cook; the crayfish she made was incredibly delicious, and Sang Lingxuan ate one after another.

Before long, Fu Zhirang was surrounded by piles of shrimp shells.

Don't ask, the only thing Sang Ling does is eat.