In order to prevent Fu Yi from noticing, she changed the subject and said with a curled lip:
“The location is not important, as long as people come.
I just went to buy some things, sorry to have kept you waiting."
As she spoke, she took out a small square packaging bag from her sleeve and handed it to him.
The words "Ultra-thin and fresh" are written on it.
When Fu Yi saw that thing, his brows suddenly furrowed.
"Didn't you read the book I gave you?"
"Ah?" Quan Qiao frowned:
"I've seen it, isn't it just about the Fu family observing etiquette and being dignified and reserved?
But what does this have to do with me giving you chewing gum?"
Fu Yi frowned, his eyes falling on the small thing in her hand.
Is that chewing gum?
Seeing his questioning, Quan Qiao tore it open in front of him.
It's really a piece of strawberry-flavored chewing gum.
She handed it to Fu Yi and said, "Did you misunderstand something? Master Fu Qi, you seem to have mixed feelings. Hmm?"
Fu Yi's face...
He turned his eyes away and said indifferently:
"It's okay, I'm leaving."
She doesn't look like she's in a bad mood at all.
As they passed by each other, Quan Qiao's body swayed and she fell into his arms.
Fu Yi caught her reflexively and put his arms around her waist.
Her waist is very thin, not even wide enough to be held in one hand.
And her body was very cold. Even though it was midsummer, I could still feel the coolness of her skin through her clothes.
He wanted to push her away, but Quan Qiao raised her eyes and looked at him:
"Fu Yi, I'm hurt."
"It's bleeding."
"You're leaving like this, how can you be a husband?"
Fu Yi:?
When he looked down, he found that her ankle was indeed broken and blood was flowing.
He asked, "Can we still go?"
Quan Qiao: "No, it hurts a lot. I'm afraid it will need amputation."
Fu Yi: ...
Not wanting to chat with her, he bent down and picked her up horizontally.
Quan Qiao leaned against his chest, her arms still around his neck, and curled her lips in satisfaction:
"That's what a husband should be like."
Fu Yi: ...
"Which room?"
There are two elevators and six households, but the doors of all six rooms are closed.
Quan Qiao took out the key and opened a door next to her.
This is a model room decorated by the company, in the most popular European luxury style these days.
Fu Yi held her in his arms and put her on the sofa, looking around.
Soon, he found the medicine box in the cabinet.
He walked to the sofa, knelt on one knee, and squatted in front of her.
Quan Qiao was lying on the chaise longue with her long legs slightly bent.
The black skirt covered ten centimeters below her knees, but perfectly showed off her calves.
Those legs are so beautiful.
There is not a single bit of extra fat, and her skin is as white as jade, with a kind of icy beauty.
But she was wearing a pair of black high heels.
Those high heels are really... a bit ugly.
The most common one-line style, simple and without any style.
She's wearing high heels, which doesn't suit her age.
Fu Yi's gaze fell on her again.
The black skirt is also a bit old-fashioned in style, with wide gauze sleeves that can hold two kilograms of things.
Such clothes, worn on her stunning figure, give people a sense of beauty that is a waste of nature's gifts.
He couldn't help asking, "Do you like black very much?"
Quan Qiao frowned. Like black?
How could she like it? It was just prepared by Zhen Qiaohui.
But it’s not time to expose it yet, good steel should be used on the blade.
She didn't say much, just nodded and said:
"Yes, of course I do. Because..."
"This is the color of your pupils."
After she finished speaking, she stared straight into his eyes, her eyes flirting with allure.
Fu Yi: ...
Talking to her was a mistake.
He lowered his head to treat her wound.
But the wound was on the protruding bone of her ankle, and the collision was indeed serious.
In just a short while, the area was bruised and swollen.
He suddenly frowned, "Someone hurt you?"
The cold voice was stern and calm.
Quan Qiao frowned. How did he see that?
The identity of the person who assassinated her was unusual. If he knew about her identity, some of her identities might be...
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