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

Peeling shells would only make her hands dirty, which she didn't want to do, but she thought Jiaojiao's hands looked really pretty when she peeled shells.

Sang Ling chewed on the shrimp while watching Fu Zhirang slowly and elegantly peel them.

Sometimes, before Fu Zhirang could even feed her, she would eagerly rush over and snatch the shrimp meat from his mouth.

Keep chewing.

Her fingertips were held by soft, warm lips. Although it only lasted for a second, it was enough to stir up waves in Fu Jiaojiao's heart.

Sitting opposite him, Qi Yuan watched Fu Zhirang peeling shrimp and feeding it to Sang Ling, feeling complicated and not wanting to say anything.

With such a virtuous and considerate uncle, he even suspected that he had been possessed.

What should you do in this situation? Of course, you should silently repeat...

Demons and monsters, leave! Demons and monsters, leave!

Qi Yuan silently cast a spell on the opposite side.

Fu Zhirang stopped peeling halfway through, picked up a tissue and started wiping his hands. His fair and slender hands were incredibly beautiful.

Sang Ling, who was still waiting for the next bite, glanced at the remaining crayfish in the basin, poked his waist with her finger, and raised her chin in acknowledgment.

Continue.

Fu Zhirang simply grabbed a tissue and wiped her mouth, saying, "You can't eat anymore."

The crayfish was too oily; I'm going to bed soon, so I can't eat too much.

Sang Ling frowned in displeasure, grabbed his hand, and placed it on her stomach. "Can you feel it?"

Fu Zhirang lowered his eyes slightly, feeling the warmth and softness under his palm.

Hmm, it's very soft.

"Can you feel it? I can eat two more bowls."

"Two basins are too much." Fu Zhirang touched the little girl's belly and refused without looking up.

What's the big deal? We can fit three more pots in it.

Sang Ling insisted on eating more, but Fu Zhirang refused.

Fu Zhirang gently wrapped his arm around the sulking little girl and sighed softly, "Don't be naughty, my hands are dirty, it's not good for me to hug you."

The person in his arms kept making a fuss, so Fu Zhirang pursed his lips, lowered his head and kissed the top of the little girl's head.

A lazy, gentle voice coaxed, "Baby, be good."

Sang Ling glanced at the crayfish with resentment.

"You can eat the rest tomorrow, no one will take it from you," Fu Jiaojiao coaxed softly again.

Sang Ling's gaze fell on Qi Yuan across from her.

Fu Zhirang glanced over casually and said nonchalantly, "Now that you've finished eating, it's time to go back."

Qi Yuan, whose spellcasting was interrupted, looked bewildered. "No, I only ate two."

Qi Yuan, still holding a half-peeled crayfish, was kicked out.

Sang Ling watched longingly as the crayfish were taken away, and reluctantly was carried back to the bedroom.

In the darkened room, Sang Ling was held in Fu Zhirang's arms and gently patted to sleep, the room quiet and cozy.

Just when Fu Zhirang thought she had fallen asleep, the person in his arms suddenly snuggled up, raised her head and said, "Jiaojiao, I'm scared."

Fu Zhirang slowly opened his eyes, gently touched her head, and asked, "What are you afraid of?"

Sang Ling said, "I feel like there are many wronged souls around me."

Fu Zhirang frowned slightly, hugged the person tighter, and gently stroked their back tenderly, "It's okay, you're mistaken, those are all fake, don't be afraid."

Sang Ling shook her head firmly, "No, I saw it. A lot of crayfish were surrounding me and saying that their deaths were pointless, that the refrigerator was too cold, and that I should go and eat them."

Fu Zhirang's pained expression froze, and he said softly, "Did they tell you that they're in the trash can right now?"

"What?" Sang Ling sat up abruptly.

Fu Zhirang pulled her back down, a soft chuckle escaping his throat. "Just kidding. If you go to sleep, I'll give you some tomorrow, okay?"

Her slightly sleepy voice was sexy and husky, making one's ears itch.

Sang Ling rubbed her ears and looked at him expectantly.

Fu Zhirang's eyes softened, and he leaned down to gently kiss her forehead. His voice, deliberately softened, was tender and doting, with a seductive quality, "Is it okay?"

Sang Ling, who is completely powerless against good looks, naturally replied, "Okay."

Seeing the little girl lying obediently on his chest, sleeping with her eyes closed, Fu Zhirang chuckled silently.

The next day, Fu Zhirang was woken up by a kiss.

A barrage of kisses landed on his face. Fu Zhirang frowned, then groggily opened his eyes, only to have soft kisses fall on his eyelids again.

He blinked sluggishly, his long, thick eyelashes trembling slightly, and looked sleepily at the little girl who was riding on his back and causing trouble.

"Baby?" He asked hoarsely, seeing the other person's face clearly. "You're awake?"

Seeing that he was awake, Sang Ling got up and sat on his waist, pulling his hand and urging him, "Jiaojiao, it's time to get up."

Get up quickly, don't delay her from eating crayfish.

Fu Zhirang squinted and slowly sat up from the bed, the sleepiness still lingering in his eyes.

With his legs slightly bent, he held the soft, fragrant little girl firmly in his arms, and drowsily nuzzled her cheek against his, affectionately and dependently.

He naturally kissed her on the cheek, his eyes crinkling with a gentle smile, "Good morning, baby."

Sang Ling was stunned. Looking at Fu Jiaojiao, who was smiling and gentle, she almost thought she had seen an angel.

A cute, innocent face suddenly flashed through my mind, and I touched his face in a daze.

Fu Jiaojiao blinked slowly as her face was touched, then tilted her head and gently rubbed against her palm, as obedient as a big dog that loves its owner.

Immediately, Sang Ling's eyes lit up, and she cupped the big dog's face and kissed it again and again.

"Jiaojiao, I didn't know you were this cute!" She seemed to have discovered something delightful.

The dazed person finally came to their senses, paused for a few moments, and their gentle temperament was replaced by a cold and indifferent one, their brows and eyes showing aloofness and coldness.

He instantly reverted to his aloof and ascetic demeanor, as if the affectionate big dog from just moments ago wasn't him at all.

"Awake?" Fu Zhirang looked at her with a stern face, picked her up, turned around, and got out of bed. "Then get up."

While having breakfast, Sang Ling eagerly awaited her crayfish, but all that was on the table were steamed buns.

"Where are my shrimp?" she asked angrily, turning her head to confront him.

Fu Zhirang said in a calm tone, "You said it yourself, it's a late-night snack, so naturally we can only eat it in the evening."

Sang Ling: !!!

After watching the sullen little girl go home, Fu Zhirang got into the car and had Zhou Bei drive to the Qi family's house.

Fu Zhiwei was extremely shocked when she saw her younger brother.

The beautiful and gentle lady immediately looked at her good-for-nothing son and asked directly, "What trouble have you gotten into this time?"

It's so serious that your uncle personally came to your door.

Faced with his mother's questioning, Qi Yuan wanted to cry but had no tears.

He's innocent! Ever since his uncle discovered his racing, he's been staying at school. He hasn't had time to cause trouble.

"Why didn't you say you were coming? Have you had breakfast?" Fu Zhi asked Fu Zhirang with a smile, his joy undisguised.

Fu Zhirang nodded.

"Has Qi Yuan gotten into trouble again?" Fu Zhiwei glanced at Qi Yuan and asked tentatively.

Fu Zhirang shook his head and looked straight at Fu Zhiwei. "I came to find you."

Fu Zhiwei was flattered: Me?

Half an hour later, in the Qi family kitchen.

Fu Zhiwei looked at the man who had rolled up his sleeves and was learning to make spicy crayfish from her, and her feelings were incredibly complicated.

"Why did you suddenly want to learn how to make spicy crayfish? If you like it, I'll make it for you again," Fu Zhiwei said softly.

Fu Zhirang shook his head, a doting smile on his lips.

"She likes to eat it, so I have to know how to cook it."