Chapter 447 I Didn’t Hear Anything Clearly

Fu Rong heard footsteps coming up the stairs and saw her uncle holding Yao Xin. Her eyes almost popped out.

She never expected that her strict uncle who never spoke to anyone would give Wenrou to Yao Xin.

He let them in blankly and saw Fu Tingjun put Yao Xin on the bed.

"Have a good rest. I'm staying here. If you need anything, I'll send you a WeChat message."

After saying this, Fu Tingjun looked at Fu Rong, who instinctively took two steps back.

"Call me if you need anything, I'll be next door."

Fu Rong was stunned for a long while before she replied "Oh". She closed the door and climbed onto the bed impatiently, looking at Yao Xin's face from left to right. Yao Xin was confused and reached out to touch her delicate skin.

"What's wrong? Is there something on my face?"

"No, I'm looking at you."

Fu Rong was so curious that he thought Yao Xin was a circus animal and he wanted to take an X-ray of her.

"I have nothing to show for you."

She was injured, shouldn't Fu Rong look at her feet and show some concern?

"It looks good. It really looks good. Tsk tsk!"

Fu Rong said it was beautiful several times, and Yao Xin's face almost turned red because of her praise.

"No wonder our uncle, who is like a human being, is fascinated by you, Yao Xin, you are so amazing. How did you seduce - no, I mean, how did you make the uncle surrender to you?"

"???"

Yao Xin couldn't understand the logic of Fu Rong's words at all.

"Submission?"

It was clearly him who caused him to sprain his ankle, so he might be feeling guilty.

Yao Xin thought that he looked good, but his cold personality was so cold that even boiling water could not heat him up. She couldn't help but shiver.

"I don't have any feelings towards your uncle. He is so old, he should treat me as a younger man. He won't be interested in me, and I don't like him either."

Yao Xin rejected Fu Rong's rough approach of pairing people up casually without hesitation. Fu Tingjun was an unpredictable person. There were already two men in her family who were usually mysterious. If she found a husband like this, Yao Xin would feel like the sky had fallen on her head.

but--

There was nothing going on between her and Fu Tingjun, so why did she suddenly think about getting married?

"Ah - you don't like your uncle? Why?"

Fu Rong seemed a little unhappy now. After all, her uncle was a hottie in the marriage market, but Yao Xin didn't like him. This was a bit unbelievable.

Yao Xin stared at Fu Rong: "Didn't you say you don't want me to be a cold little aunt?"

Fu Rong choked, then came up again with a licking face.

"You may not become like that, Yaoyao. If you really have a crush on my uncle, you can consider giving it a try. That way we can be together forever."

She hugged Yao Xin's neck and rubbed her like a cat.

Yao Xin was so confused that she didn't know whether to laugh or cry. If someone didn't know better, they would think that it was Fu Rong who wanted to marry her.

"Your uncle and I are a generation apart. Don't—"

That man, when Yao Xin thought of Fu Tingjun's deep eyes and brows, her heart suddenly skipped a beat.

He was indeed good-looking, and when he approached her, he was not as scary as she had imagined. Moreover, his voice seemed quite nice too.

As she thought about it, Yao Xin actually felt that he was very good. Compared with Chen Cheng, Fu Tingjun had so many advantages.

Chen Cheng's image became smaller and smaller in her mind.

"Alas, my poor uncle, it looks like he will continue to be single."

Fu Rong hugged the brown bear pillow and rolled around on the bed.

There was a knock on the door. Fu Rong stopped and asked lazily, "Who is it?"

Then I opened the door subconsciously.

"Uncle?"

She saw Fu Tingjun standing at the door with a glass of milk in his hand.

"Oh, this is for me?"

Fu Rong was overwhelmed by the flattery, and it turned out that her uncle really had a side that no one knew about.

She was about to reach out to take it, but Fu Tingjun slapped her hand away.

"For Miss Yao."

Fu Rong twitched the corner of his lips, opened the door and let his uncle in.

"Drink this and you'll sleep better at night."

He held the milk in his hand while Yao Xin lazily lay in bed yawning.

"Put it down."

My eyelids felt a little heavy. The injured foot was still outside, while the other one was hidden under the quilt, moving occasionally.

"I'll leave after you finish drinking."

Fu Rong stared at them, looking around curiously, like a 1,000-watt light bulb.

Yao Xin noticed that Fu Rong was looking at them with an embarrassed expression.

Fu Tingjun, however, acted as if nothing had happened, with the milk still in his hand.

Finally, in order to let Fu Tingjun leave early, she could only bring the milk over with a red face and drink it up as quickly as possible.

Fu Tingjun then held the empty cup with satisfaction and saw that Fu Rong's face was still full of curiosity.

"You are already an adult, you can't just slack off all day. Let's see tomorrow whether you will go to Fu Huan's company or my place."

Fu Rong was so frightened that she almost fainted on the spot.

Looking at his uncle, he immediately turned into a stone statue.

After Fu Tingjun left the room, he considerately closed the door for them. The slight click sound brought Fu Rong back to her senses.

Seeing her like that, Yao Xin couldn't help but laugh out loud.

"Rongrong, what are you doing?"

I just kept asking her whether she liked her uncle or not, and now she has hit a wall.

"Nothing, just what did my uncle say? You have to testify for me. I didn't hear anything clearly."

She was so frightened that she quickly slipped into bed as if she had seen a ghost.

As the daughter of the Fu family, she had lived a life of carefree food and clothing since childhood, and had almost no special worries except eating, waiting to die and playing.

Look at what my uncle said just now. Is that human language? He actually asked her to go to work.

work.

Fu Rong almost fainted.

"Yaoyao, starting from tomorrow I will concentrate on taking care of you at home. If my uncle asks me to go to work, you can say that there is a shortage of people to take care of the family and you must keep me. Do you understand?

I'm going to bed first, you should go to bed early too. If you don't, your uncle might come in later with some excuse."

She snuggled into the quilt, closed her eyes, and snored in one smooth motion without any delay.

Yao Xin looked at the Sleeping Beauty beside her with amusement. She was really scared of her uncle.

She reached out and turned off the light, and the cold moonlight shone in from outside.

The moon in the sky is getting rounder and rounder, and the Mid-Autumn Festival is approaching.

Counting on her fingers, she realized that there were only a few days left. She really had to go back to East City, otherwise her aunt would nag her to death.

If she dares not go home for the holiday this time, I'm afraid her aunt will never let her go out alone from now on.

Yao Xin was looking at the moonlight and thinking about her things. She felt sleepy as she thought.

In the early morning, she was awakened by a ray of light. She moved slightly, and the pain from her ankle almost distorted her facial features.

Oh my god, it wasn't a big deal when I twisted it last night, but why does it hurt so much more now?

Yao Xin closed her eyes, but there was no trace of Fu Rong nearby.

Just as I was about to call for help, the door of the room was pushed open.

Fu Tingjun brought breakfast upstairs. She was so scared that she wanted to sit up, and the pain in her feet made her grimace.

"Don't move. I'll get you whatever you want."

Fu Tingjun placed the tray in his hand on the head of her bed, then lifted the quilt to check her feet.

Yao Xin was very embarrassed. The moment the quilt was opened, her toes couldn't help but curl slightly. Fu Tingjun saw those two small jade-like toes and his expression paused. Two seconds later, he reached out and held her injured ankle.

“Ugh, it hurts—”