Chapter 151 Don't move, we'll be home soon!
The neon lights outside the car window were reflected on Fu Linghe's angular profile. Yun Zheng looked at his taut jawline, and her hand subconsciously stroked the texture of the leather seat.
Fu Linghe suddenly held her hand and asked, "Does it hurt?"
His fingertips brushed the red mark on her wrist. He had squeezed it too hard just now, and an ambiguous mark appeared on her snow-white skin.
"You think I'm made of glass?" Yun Zheng chuckled, but her tone suddenly changed. The man actually lowered his head and kissed the scar. The warm touch startled her and made her back straighten. "Fu Linghe!"
"Yeah." Fu Linghe responded softly and casually unbuttoned two buttons of his shirt. There was still a lipstick mark on his collarbone.
The seduction shouldn't be too obvious, this is a naked attempt to hang Yun Zheng!
He knew she would fall for it!
"Hold on tight, I'll take you home to apply medicine." Fu Linghe leaned towards her as he spoke, pulling the seat belt over her and fastening it.
The black Cullinan was driving steadily on the road. Yun Zheng's head was still a little dizzy, and Fu Linghe's words "claim Mrs. Fu" and the two blushing and heart-pounding photos on Weibo were still playing in her mind.
Her fingers were twisting the corners of her clothes unconsciously, and her heart was beating so fast that it seemed like it was about to jump out of her chest.
Although she and Fu Linghe have been married for some time, this is the first time they have made it public in such a high-profile manner.
She had indeed not thought about announcing their relationship before, and had not said it explicitly, but she did not want to cause herself any extra trouble.
But now her mood seemed to have changed. Even though he insisted on announcing their relationship, she was not unhappy.
It's just that I haven't reacted yet for a moment.
She didn't even know how she got out of the car and how he carried her all the way into Tanxi Garden.
Fu Linghe's arms were strong and powerful. He supported her lower back steadily and carried her out of the car. Her face was pressed against his chest, and she could clearly hear his strong heartbeat.
Fu Linghe's body temperature was transferred to her skin through the thin shirt, bringing a reassuring warmth.
Yun Zheng wanted to struggle, but found that her hands and feet were weak and she had no strength at all.
"Fu Linghe, put me down..." Her voice was weak, with a hint of shame.
Fu Linghe acted as if he didn't hear her and carried her straight into the villa.
Yun Zheng buried her face in his chest, her nose filled with his light woody scent, mixed with a hint of tobacco, which made her mind even more confused.
"Fu Linghe..." She murmured softly, with a hint of helplessness in her voice.
Fu Linghe lowered his head and glanced at her, his eyes deep and gentle, "Don't move, we'll be home soon."
Yun Zheng was choked by his words and was speechless. She felt angry and ashamed.
She bit her lip, stopped struggling, and let him carry her into the villa.
The crystal chandelier stretched his shadow very long. Yun Zheng was placed on the island counter by him, and the cold marble countertop made her shiver.
Fu Linghe looked completely different as he knelt on one knee to open the medicine box, unlike the violent look he had in the box just now.
"Don't move." He used a cotton swab dipped in iodine to draw circles on the wound, his warm breath sweeping over her delicate collarbone. "I'll apply medicine on you. If it leaves a scar, you won't have anywhere to cry!"
It's not really that serious of a scar. To put it bluntly, it's just a small wound. If you had applied the medicine a little later, it would have healed.
Fu Linghe held the cotton swab, his movements as gentle as if he was handling a rare treasure.
He narrowed his eyes slightly and stared intently at the red marks on Yun Zheng's neck. He dipped a cotton swab in iodine and gently applied it little by little and in circles.
The iodine touched the wound, bringing a hint of coolness, and Yun Zheng subconsciously trembled slightly.
Fu Linghe immediately raised his eyes to look at her, his eyes full of heartache and concern, and asked softly, "Does it hurt?"
After receiving Yun Zheng's response of gently shaking her head, he continued his hand movements.
His other hand gently stroked Yun Zheng's little face, and the warmth of his palm spread through her heart.
The cotton swab moved back and forth on the wound, and he controlled the strength just right, ensuring the effectiveness of wound disinfection without causing Yun Zheng any pain.
After applying the iodine, he checked carefully again to make sure that no part was missed, then he picked up the Band-Aid beside him and carefully put it on her.
After applying the medicine, Yun Zheng's stomach made a slight sound at the right time, and she covered her stomach in embarrassment.
Fu Linghe heard the noise, the corners of his mouth slightly raised, a smile flashed in his eyes, "Are you hungry?"
Fu Linghe folded the medicine box, and the metal buckle made a crisp sound.
He glanced at her hand that was unconsciously rubbing her stomach. The hands of her watch pointed to eleven o'clock in the evening.
Before Yun Zheng could respond, she saw the man walking straight towards the open kitchen.
The Italian imported stone slab countertop reflected his figure with his sleeves rolled up. His slender fingers slid across the recipe on the mobile phone screen, revealing the rigor of an academic paper.
"800ml of pure water..." He recited the tutorial in a low voice, and the scale of the measuring cup was aligned with the light, just like mixing reagents in a laboratory.
Yun Zheng couldn't help laughing when she saw the hands that were in charge of the 10 billion project holding the Chinese kitchen knife.
The blade was suspended three centimeters above the green onions. Fu Linghe turned his head and raised his eyebrows: "What are you laughing at?" The mobile phone on the chopping board was still playing the "Yangchun Noodles Tutorial Video" in a loop.
He turned his wrist slightly and cut the onion segments evenly like a ruler. Although it was his first time, it was not difficult to see that Mr. Fu had a talent for cooking.
The moment the noodles are put into the pot, the aroma of sesame oil mixed with lard fills the center island.
Yun Zheng watched him scoop the cooked soy sauce soup into the bone china bowl. Every movement was perfect, but very easy on the eyes.
But since handsome guys can really prolong their lifespan, Yun Zheng will definitely live to be a hundred years old.
"Try it." Fu Linghe scooped up a small spoonful of soup with a celadon spoon and put it into Yun Zheng's mouth, with a hint of smile in his gentle tone.
Yun Zheng looked at the man, opened her mouth and drank the soup from the spoon obediently, nodded hurriedly, "Very delicious~"
A hint of pride flashed in Fu Linghe's eyes. He turned around and scooped the noodles into the soup bowl he had prepared. He walked to Yun Zheng with the noodles and placed them on the counter in front of her.
Yun Zheng picked up the chopsticks, took a bite, and her eyes lit up immediately. "It's my first time making this."
Fu Linghe chuckled and raised his eyebrows, "How is it?"
That little expression is definitely asking for praise~
"It's so delicious the first time you make it. If I hadn't seen it with my own eyes, I would have thought you secretly hired a five-star chef to make it!"
As she spoke, she picked up a piece of noodles with chopsticks and passed it to Fu Linghe's mouth, "Try it too."
Fu Linghe didn't open his mouth to take it, but reached out and held Yun Zheng's hand, guiding her to put the noodles into his mouth.
He chewed gently, a satisfied look on his face, "Yeah, it's really okay."
He looked at Yun Zheng, his eyes full of tenderness and doting.
Yun Zheng's grip on the chopsticks loosened and she almost dropped it.
Even the male vixen in ancient times were not so good at flirting!
Yun Zheng knew that sooner or later she would be killed by this man...
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