Chapter 18 Hehe, sister-in-law, open the door, it's me, your brother!
After adding An Rourou on WeChat, the assistant returned to Fu Jinzhi's side.
The two ignored An Rourou, who was standing there resentfully, and left the garage.
Fu Jinzhi was exhausted after a long day. The first thing he did when he got back to his room was to take a shower. As he dried his hair and walked out of the bathroom, his phone issued a low battery warning.
Wen Yao, on the other end of the phone, also heard the voice, "Your phone is dead, so let's hang up."
Fu Jinzhi raised the corners of her eyes, her peach blossom eyes brimming with a smile, "Didn't you say you had to fall asleep tonight listening to my voice?"
"Don't mention it, I brought a charger, it'll last until noon tomorrow without any problems."
Wen Yao was amused by something strange and let out a clear laugh. After stopping, she asked curiously:
"Why did An Rou Rou thank you for your help all this time? How many times have you helped her?" The word "all this time" was emphasized.
"Who knows what she's saying? This is only the second time I've seen her in my memory." Fu Jinzhi felt extremely wronged, having been unfairly blamed by An Rourou.
To be honest, if Wen Yao hadn't been on the phone with him the whole time, Fu Jinzhi would have been afraid that refusing An Rourou would make him seem very ungentlemanly, and he wouldn't have even let her get in the car.
“Perhaps this Miss An has some delusions,” Fu Jinzhi said casually. “Normally, people don’t practice medicine without a license.”
"Oh, don't you think she's gentle yet resilient, and the more you look at her, the more beautiful she becomes—the kind of beauty that grows on you?" Wen Yao's voice was crisp and clear.
Fu Jinzhi leaned against the headboard, his well-defined knuckles covering his eyes. "Don't be jealous for no reason. I have absolutely no feelings for that Miss An."
"If we're talking about the kind of beauty that grows on you, I think you are the one."
These words, which sounded like a compliment, infuriated Wen Yao. "Is there something wrong with your eyes? How could I possibly be a pleasing beauty?"
"I am an absolute beauty, dazzling and stunning, I will amaze people at first glance!"
Wen Yao was telling the truth. She had fair skin, a small face, and striking features. Her appearance was sweet and delicate, just like a pampered ragdoll cat that had come to life.
Even if she wore the drabest clothes, no makeup, and blue light blocking glasses while working at KFC before transmigrating into the book, talent scouts would still approach her.
"Good, good, good, both stunning and pleasing to the eye." Fu Jinzhi rarely agreed with Wen Yao in such a good mood.
He was also puzzled. His memories of Wen Yao at the beginning of their encounter were becoming increasingly vague. He only knew that she was good-looking, but it didn't touch him.
But on the day he discovered she had faked her pregnancy, watching her slowly walk down the stairs, his heart pounded as if he had been struck by lightning.
Although it wasn't love at first sight, Fu Jinzhi admitted in his heart that Wen Yao had a face that perfectly matched his aesthetic.
This is why he always showed Wen Yao a lot of tolerance.
If 8848 finds out, they will definitely try to upload a bug report.
To facilitate missions, hosts are usually molded using their original data after transmigrating, reducing the hassle of adapting to the new body.
The original inhabitants' memories of the host will be replaced with the current appearance, but the feelings and plot will not change. If the original owner is a great beauty, but the host who transmigrates is plain-looking, wouldn't it be difficult to inherit the plot derived from the appearance?
It can only be said that 8848 is still too immature as a new system. Advanced systems have countless ways to solve such small problems.
Putting everything else aside, after boasting and receiving Fu Jinzhi's approval, Wen Yao felt a rare bit embarrassed.
It's strange, she usually does feel uneasy when others praise her.
But that's because she felt that others hadn't praised her enough.
Why am I feeling so uncomfortable today?
Wen Yao pulled the blanket over her head, muffledly muttering under the covers, "It's getting late, goodnight!"
Fu Jinzhi checked the time; it was only 10:33 PM, far from Wen Yao's usual bedtime, but he didn't expose her.
His voice was deep and contained a hint of inexplicable doting, "Okay, but can we say goodnight face to face?"
"Let's turn on the video, Mrs. Fu."
Wen Yao felt a tingling sensation in her ears. She didn't want to agree but was also afraid of showing weakness. In the end, she resigned herself to crawling out from under the covers and took out her phone.
When she opened the video, she found that Fu Jinzhi was even more embarrassed than her, "Um... Wen Yao, the sash..."
"My belt came undone..."
What belt came off?
After a moment of stunned silence, Wen Yao realized what was happening and had a bad feeling.
She lowered her head, her face flushed and her head spinning. She wanted to go abroad again—to heaven.
Wen Yao was already planning to go to sleep, so naturally she wouldn't be wearing underwear; she relied entirely on that thin nightgown to cover up her private parts.
Unfortunately, after twisting and turning in the blanket for a while, only one shoulder strap was still hanging loosely, while the other had already slipped down to her elbow.
Plump... pinkish...
It can only be said that Fu Jinzhi saw everything that he should and shouldn't have seen.
To make matters worse, Fu Yan arrived at Wen Yao's room at that moment and saw Wen Yao hurriedly putting on her tank top. She assumed that Wen Yao was embarrassed to see her.
Fu Yan smiled lewdly, then ran and jumped to Wen Yao's side, grabbing her soft breasts and kneading them vigorously.
While kneading, he made lewd noises, "Hehe, sister-in-law, open the door, it's me, your brother!"
"Why dress so conservatively? To protect yourself from both treacherous people and honest men, but a lady like me doesn't need to be on guard."
"What a great figure..."
Her words came to an abrupt halt as Fu Yan met Fu Jinzhi's dark and gloomy face.
Aa ...
Wen Yao was so ashamed that her whole body was burning up and she was about to burst, her face flushed red from the tips of her ears down to her neck.
Her voice trembled, and she could barely breathe: "Get out! Get out! Both of you get out!"
He slammed down the phone and then grabbed a pillow from the bedside table, throwing it at Fu Yan.
Fu Yan ran so fast that her left and right legs were fighting each other, and she stumbled and fell out of Wen Yao's room.
Oh no, is she about to die?
But how could she know that her second brother and sister-in-law were also having video play?
The key question is why Wen Yao didn't close the door. Would it be more exciting that way?
She knew more than half a month ago that the couple were playing big games, but she still underestimated them.
Fu Yan's face turned pale and then red. She ran back to her room, curled up in a ball, and awaited her fate.
She was afraid of her second brother since she was a child. Firstly, he grew up with her grandfather and they didn't spend much time together. Secondly, unlike her parents and eldest brother, he didn't spoil her and was ruthless when disciplining her.
When she was little, she was very naughty for a period of time. Her grandfather's cat was not affectionate with her and always tried to escape. So she would roll the cat up in the blanket and keep it by her side, almost suffocating the cat.
When her second brother found out about this, he took her to the bedroom and wrapped her tightly in the quilt. From noon until night, he wouldn't let her out no matter who begged him.
Let her cry her heart out.
"Aiyaiyai,I'mylittlebutterfly.Greenblackandbluemake..."
The death knell rang, and Fu Yan shuddered.
Help! It's my second brother!
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