After wearing books, I married a sick villain

Chapter 409 What is 17-year-old Mr. Fu like?
Fu Qiran looked coldly at the unconscious Zhou Qicai, with a sneer on the corner of his mouth.

Those who dare to touch him don't weigh how much they are.

He has become peaceful in the past few months, and any cat or dog dares to threaten him.

Fu Qiran raised his foot, stepped on the back of Zhou Qicai's hand, and crushed him.

Zhou Qicai, who was in a coma, frowned because of the pain.

Fu Qiran kicked his hand and walked outside.

Outside the room, Luo Shi'an was comforting Ruan Jiaojiao.

Ruan Jiaojiao leaned against the wall, lowered her head, and remained silent.

Even after hearing footsteps, she didn't raise her head to look at Fu Qiran.

Fu Qiran frowned slightly, and winked at Luo Shi'an.

Luo Shi'an hurriedly walked into the room, dragging the unconscious Zhou Qicai out through the back door.

In this abandoned house, only Fu Qiran and Ruan Jiaojiao were left.

Fu Qiran walked towards Ruan Jiaojiao, and stopped half a meter away.

"Jiaojiao."

He called her name.

Ruan Jiaojiao's body trembled, she raised her head to look at Fu Qiran.

Fu Qiran's suit was neat and tidy, without any wrinkles.

His hair was neatly combed, and there was not even a speck of gray on his face.

Such an elite-like dress is incompatible with this demolished house that looks like ruins.

Ruan Jiaojiao's eyelashes trembled, and a half-smile, half-cry smile appeared on her face.

"Mr. Fu, good afternoon~"

She didn't know what she said, but her head was a little messed up.

Ruan Jiaojiao was still holding the photo that Zhou Qicai gave her.

Fu Qiran in the photo is only 17 years old, and he has already shown his extraordinary side.

Fu Qiran listened to this life, and looked at Ruan Jiaojiao with a little distress.

"Jiaojiao, let's go home."

Ruan Jiaojiao didn't move, she rubbed her eyes, and handed the photo to Fu Qiran.

"The man said, this is a picture of you when you were 17 years old."

Fu Qiran looked down.

In the photo, he is standing by the window, looking into the distance.

The right hand hanging on the side was dripping with bright blood, dripping on the ground, and it was smudged.

"Well, when I was 17."

Fu Qiran rolled his Adam's apple, almost unwilling to recall the past.

He was never a coward, unwilling to recall the past, nor out of fear or fear.

It was because his past was not bright.

Back then, in order to survive and become stronger, his methods were cruel and ruthless.

But his Jiaojiao has lived in a greenhouse since she was a child.

He didn't know if she could accept those darkness.

"Mr. Fu, 17 years old, what is it like?"

Ruan Jiaojiao's voice rang in Fu Qiran's ears, pulling him back from his thoughts.

Fu Qiran smiled, "Maybe it's different from other people's 17 years old."

He took the photo and put it in his bag.

"If Jiaojiao wants to know, tell Jiaojiao later."

Fu Qiran took Ruan Jiaojiao's hand.

A piece of ice.

Ruan Jiaojiao raised her head to look at Fu Qiran, her pure black eyes reflected his profile.

After a few seconds, she smiled.

"it is good."

The afterglow of the setting sun shone on the two of them, reflecting their faces.

In the white tenderness, there seemed to be a touch of blood.

The shadows of the two are intertwined on the ground, clinging to each other and warming each other.

They walked towards the blood-like glow, with the reflected ruins behind them.

Desolate, lifeless.

(End of this chapter)