After wearing books, I married a sick villain

Chapter 6 I Want You to Feed Me Porridge

In the living room, Fu Qiran looked at the steaming porridge and pressed his stomach with his big hand, with an indifferent expression.

His stomach was convulsing, protesting to him.

The rice fragrance wafting from the porridge bowl penetrated into Fu Qiran's nose, and that little rice fragrance made the already empty stomach twitch even more crazily.

Fu Qiran's forehead began to break out in cold sweat.

He leaned on the sofa and pressed his stomach even harder with his big hands.

Even though he was so uncomfortable, he never touched the delicious-looking bowl of porridge.

This is what Ruan Jiaojiao saw when she finished her porridge and came out of the kitchen.

The tall and handsome man was leaning on the sofa, his slender white hands tightly pressing his stomach, his pale face was covered with sweat, the sweat slid over the tip of his tall nose and dripped to the ground.

Ruan Jiaojiao glanced at the untouched porridge on the table, and a trace of anger flashed in her heart for no reason.

She walked over quickly, thinking she was serious, but actually said softly, "Even if you don't eat what I cook, you can let Uncle Wang do it, why are you torturing yourself like this?"

Hearing Ruan Jiaojiao's voice, Fu Qiran's eyelashes trembled, and he slowly opened his eyes.

The girl standing in front of him had a flushed face, and in those cat-like eyes, there was a worry that he had never seen before, which made people feel soft-hearted.

Fu Qiran licked his lips, and the salty sweat stimulated his senses, accompanied by the smell of rice in the air, making him even weaker.

"You..." Fu Qiran had difficulty uttering a word.

Ruan Jiaojiao heard Fu Qiran speak, and asked quickly:

"What do you want to eat? I'll ask Uncle Wang to make it for you."

Fu Qiran looked at Ruan Jiaojiao, the corner of his mouth curled up slightly.

"Uncle Wang?"

Ruan Jiaojiao was taken aback for a moment, then explained in a daze: "It's Chef Wang..."

Of course Fu Qiran knew who Ruan Jiaojiao was referring to as Uncle Wang, but he didn't expect that she would call Chef Wang that.

Didn't she look down on these people the most in the past?

Fu Qiran lowered his eyes, hiding the emotions in his eyes.

"No need." He said coldly.

Ruan Jiaojiao became anxious all of a sudden, "Why don't you eat? No, you have to eat!"

Her words sounded strong, but coupled with her soft voice, it sounded like a baby.

Fu Qiran's eyes sank slightly, he looked at Ruan Jiaojiao and said, "Feed me porridge."

As soon as he said the words, Fu Qiran regretted it.

He didn't know why he said such a sentence, but at that moment just now, he just wanted to suppress all Ruan Jiaojiao's softness, so that she would not be wronged.

Fu Qiran pursed his lips tightly, the words had already been spoken, and it was impossible to take them back.

Besides, he didn't want to admit it, he seemed to have a little hope that Ruan Jiaojiao would feed him.

Realizing this, Fu Qiran's expression turned even worse.

Fortunately, Ruan Jiaojiao didn't notice Fu Qiran's expression at this time, she was just happy that he was finally going to eat.

Ruan Jiaojiao picked up the bowl, scooped up half a spoonful of rice porridge, blew on it, and brought it to Fu Qiran's mouth.

Fu Qiran tilted his head slightly, and said in a cold voice: "You take a bite and I take a bite."

(End of this chapter)