Fu Mocheng turned around and saw her, frowning: "Why are you awake?"
"It's because you were talking too loudly on the phone. I woke up when I heard you talking." Jian Chan complained.
Fu Mocheng pulled her and made her sit on his lap.
"I'm sorry, it's my fault. You can punish me as you like."
"I don't want to punish you. What on earth is going on with Quan Qiao? I saw everything when she woke up just now.
I originally hated her and should have stopped them from being together, but now I just hope that Fu Yi can be gentler and more considerate. Am I possessed?
Fu Mocheng glanced at the screen, which was empty, without any human shadow.
His eyes were deep. "Perhaps we don't know Quan Qiao well enough. Let's continue to observe. As for tonight..."
He glanced at the bedroom door on the screen. The door was closed and Fu Yi had obviously fallen asleep holding Quan Qiao.
He said, "He wouldn't do anything to a drunk girl. Even if he did, our son wouldn't be at a loss."
"Yeah, such a beautiful girl, it's really a good fortune for him! How many lifetimes of blessings has he accumulated?" Jian Chan couldn't help but complain.
In the bedroom.
Fu Yi had just put Quan Qiao on the soft big bed when his nose suddenly felt itchy and he wanted to sneeze.
He didn't care, sat down beside the bed and covered Quan Qiao with a blanket.
Quan Qiao, who used to be cold and indifferent, now looked a little pitiful and weak.
His heart ached uncontrollably and his brow furrowed.
Why is she still drinking so late? Can't she take care of herself?
He raised his big, bony hand and was about to land on Quan Qiao's head.
But looking at Quan Qiao's delicate face with innate coldness, his big hand paused in mid-air, and his eyes became particularly deep.
Quan Qiao, if this continues, he doesn't mind taking care of her personally!
That night, Fu Yi sat by the bed all night.
When you feel sleepy, just lean back in the chair, close your eyes and rest to prevent Quan Qiao from making any further moves.
It was not until dawn that he went to the kitchen, put on an apron and made sobering soup himself.
Jian Chan and Fu Mocheng also slept on the sofa for a night, waiting to see how the two would perform the next day.
When she heard the prompt tone, Jian Chan was the first to open her eyes.
She stared at Fu Yi's clothes, and her face suddenly showed disappointment.
There was no sign of the buttons having been buttoned again, and even the hair was as messy as when he went in.
This means they didn't do anything the whole night! Fu Yi, this straight man, must have sat by the bed all night!
"Oh! How could he do this? Even the best wife would have been abducted by someone else first!"
Fu Mocheng glanced at the figure in the kitchen in the video, and curled his lips slightly:
"Don't forget, everyone in our Fu family is a gentleman."
Jian Chan complained in her heart, no...no...she didn't want to see any gentleman, girls didn't like to see this!
She stared at the screen eagerly.
Fu Yi took care of Quan Qiao all night, so their relationship should be eased today, right?
Quan Qiao must be having a little temper. Once her temper subsides, her true self will definitely show~
expect!
but……
When Quan Qiao woke up, she had a headache. She looked at the familiar room and frowned.
Wasn't she drinking in the living room? Why did she go back to her room?
There were faint noises coming from the kitchen.
Quan Qiao got up and walked out, and saw Fu Yi in the kitchen, wearing a black pajama set and an apron around her waist, making soup in front of the stove.
The early morning sunlight streaming in from outside added a touch of softness to him, making him, who used to be meticulous, look more approachable.
Quan Qiao just paused, then stood at the door and asked:
"Why are you here?"
The cold voice seemed to carry a hint of disgust?
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