Chapter 448 It’s not about being old or not

The voice is soft, silky, and a little coquettish.

Yao Xin was born with this kind of baby voice with a hint of coquettishness. Fu Tingjun couldn't help but feel his heart fluttering when he heard it. Seeing her painful expression, his heart also trembled slightly.

"Does it hurt?"

He was a little gentle, but Yao Xin's ankle injury needed massage to allow the medicine to penetrate into the skin so that it would slowly heal.

Yao Xin frowned and suppressed her voice, but she couldn't help but let out a whimper from her throat.

Fu Rong pushed the door open and saw Fu Tingjun at a glance. He immediately retracted his head, not daring to make a sound and trying to close the door, pretending that he had never been there.

"Rongrong."

It was too late. Fu Tingjun had already seen her. Fu Rong put her hand on the door handle and walked in with a smile that was uglier than crying.

"Uncle."

"Go downstairs and get a hot towel."

I thought my uncle was going to scold me again, but he just asked me to help get something.

Fu Rong instantly regained his health and rushed downstairs.

Mrs. Fu and Mr. Fu also got up early. Mr. Fu was getting dressed and getting ready to go out. Mrs. Fu saw Fu Rong rushing out from upstairs and couldn't help but call her: "Slow down, you look so irritable so early in the morning."

Fu Rong didn't have time to pay attention to Mrs. Fu and hurried to find a towel.

Upstairs, Fu Tingjun applied medicine on her ankles and rubbed them gently.

"I asked someone at the company to apply for leave for you."

This means you don’t have to go these few days.

Yao Xin raised her eyes and looked at Fu Tingjun who was concentrating on massaging her. His high nose bridge covered half of his face. From Yao Xin's angle, she could only see his slightly pursed thin lips and thick hair.

His knuckles are long and bony.

Yao Xin thought that Dao was a good piano player.

"Don't get out of bed during this time. I will stay home."

After he helped her push the medicine, he looked up and happened to meet Yao Xin's eyes.

When they looked into each other's eyes, they were both shocked at the same time. Yao Xin felt her heart beating faster unconsciously inside her body, and even her ears started to burn.

"oh--"

She quickly looked away, pretending to look somewhere else.

Fu Tingjun stared at her face intently, overlapping it with the woman he had seen in his memory, and then forming two completely different images.

He pulled himself back to his senses, gently put her feet back in place and covered them with the quilt.

"Okay, I'll ask the servant to bring up breakfast."

Perhaps Fu Tingjun had been subjected to too much strangeness and scrutiny that morning, and he suddenly felt that his concern for Yao Xin seemed a little too much.

So much so that my eldest brother, his sister-in-law, and Fu Huan, who was smiling with a profound meaning, might have misunderstood something.

"Um."

Yao Xin's face was burning with anger. She didn't hear clearly what Fu Tingjun said and just echoed him mechanically.

Fu Rong came in with a hot towel, looked around and said, "Where's my uncle?"

Yao Xin came to her senses then. Fu Tingjun was no longer in the room. There was a knock on the door, and Yao Xin's heart instantly rose to her throat again.

Fu Rong went to open the door, but it was the servant who came up with a tray.

"Miss Yao, Mr. Fu asked me to bring you breakfast. Miss, do you want your breakfast brought up as well?"

The servant was somewhat surprised to see Fu Rong also got up.

Normally this young lady wouldn't sleep until the sun was shining on her butt, but today it was too early.

It’s just past eight o’clock.

"Yes, I am the same as Yaoyao."

When Fu Rong saw that his uncle was not around, his spirit became more active.

She threw back the quilt and got into bed with Yao Xin again.

The air was still filled with a strong smell of medicinal wine, but Fu Rong didn't find it pungent. She didn't care about that.

"Yaoyao, what did my uncle just say to you? I saw that your face turned red."

Fu Rong's curiosity was fully aroused at this moment. He stared at Yao Xin eagerly, and all the cells in his body became active.

Yao Xin was stunned and looked at Fu Rong, refusing to admit it.

"Is it? Is my face red?"

She reached out and touched it. The heat on her face had long gone away after Fu Tingjun left. How could it be seen by Fu Rong now?

"I'm not talking about now, I was talking about just now, when I came up to push the door and my uncle asked me to get a towel, I saw it all, your face was as red as a monkey's butt."

Fu Rong's words made Yao Xin so embarrassed that she wanted to crawl into the cracks in the floor, but she still refused to admit it.

"No."

Did she blush? She seemed to be feeling very hot at that time.

"You still say no, but I see my uncle's ears are red. Tell me, did you two do that behind our backs? Did you confess your love or kiss?"

Fu Rongdao was making a bold guess. Yao Xin was speechless. Thinking of Fu Tingjun's gentleness and caution, her face really started to get hot again.

"What are you thinking? Your uncle is a gentleman, and I am not a casual person either."

Yao Xin was almost overwhelmed by Fu Rong's questions.

She really didn't have any improper thoughts about Fu Tingjun, so she blushed when she talked about it.

For a grown-up girl who has never had a serious relationship and whose first kiss is still fresh in her mind, it is normal for her face to turn slightly red after a handsome man held her feet and pinched and rubbed them for so long.

With Fu Tingjun's stunning looks, it's natural to feel your face flushed and your heart beating fast, let alone have close contact with him, even if you just look at him a few times.

Which girl doesn't have spring in her heart?

Ah, ugh!

Yao Xin quickly blasted the image of Fu Tingjun out of her mind.

What on earth is she thinking about?

"I know you two are not casual people, so I'm curious about how far you have come. Both of you are blushing, and you are still peeking at each other. The most important thing is that you will never admit it. Is my uncle that bad? He is only a few years older than you. Anyway, you don't have a boyfriend, so why don't you two give it a try?"

Fu Rong was making faces, and Fu Tingjun just happened to walk to the door. The door was not closed, leaving a gap, so he could hear all the whispers of the two girls.

As the CEO of a mature listed company, Fu Tingjun has never been a gossiper, but the content of their conversation seemed to attract him. Unconsciously, he stood at the door and did not move.

"Your uncle—"

Yao Xin dragged out the sound, and Fu Tingjun outside didn't know why, but he became nervous.

He remained calm when speaking at the United Nations meeting, but Yao Xin made his palms sweat for some unknown reason.

"How is he? Hey, my great-grandmother, please don't keep me in suspense."

Fu Rong was extremely anxious, as if he was afraid that his uncle would not be able to sell the product.

"He is my elder."

When Fu Tingjun heard the key point, his handsome face suddenly turned cold.

He held the anti-inflammatory drugs in his hand, but did not send them in. He went downstairs with a gloomy face.

"Ah, you really think my uncle is just an elder, he looks quite young."

Fu Rong waited for a long time and couldn't help sighing, looking at Yao Xin's innocent face. This girl was really pretty, like a college student who had just graduated.

Uncle, I’m a little old.

Yao Xin picked up the fried dumpling and took a bite. The juice instantly burst in her mouth, and the aroma filled the air.

“It’s not about being old or not.”