After wearing books, I married a sick villain

Chapter 8 Towards the Light
Ruan Jiaojiao still didn't wake up. Not only did she not wake up, but she also subconsciously rubbed Fu Qiran's chest, then pressed her face against his chest, and fell asleep even more deeply.

Seeing this, the old butler hurried forward and said, "Master, do you need my help?"

"No need." Fu Qiran said lightly, "I can still hug a woman."

The old butler opened his mouth, and finally sighed helplessly.

His young master is always so brave.

Fu Qiran carried Ruan Jiaojiao and walked upstairs.

Ruan Jiaojiao's room was at the end of the corridor on the second floor. It was dark and gloomy, with no sunlight coming in.

Fu Qiran hugged Ruan Jiaojiao and walked towards the darkness step by step. The faint light shone on the two of them, reflecting his obscure face.

Fu Qiran carried Ruan Jiaojiao to the bed and put him down, and within a short while, he already began to breathe heavily.

He sat on the bed, supported his body with one hand, panting heavily.

His rosy face had turned pale just now, and his slender fingers tightly grasped the sheet, turning the flat sheet into a wrinkle.

Fu Qiran's eyes fell on Ruan Jiaojiao who was sleeping soundly with a flushed face, and he let out a sneer.

He was so crazy that he would hug this woman to the bed himself.

Fu Qiran took a deep breath, adjusted his breathing slowly, and calmed down slowly.

The empty room had a tinge of coolness, but Ruan Jiaojiao exuded a warm aura, which made Fu Qiran want to get closer.

When Fu Qiran bent down and his face was only a few centimeters away from Ruan Jiaojiao, he suddenly realized.

It's not normal.

Fu Qiran told himself so.

He stood up, turned around and left without looking at Ruan Jiaojiao.

With the sound of closing the door, Ruan Jiaojiao, who was still sleeping soundly, suddenly trembled.

She opened her eyes and looked at the surrounding environment in a daze.

Oh, it's the familiar empty room, the familiar soft big bed.

Ruan Jiaojiao was thinking in a daze, and then closed her eyes and fell asleep the next second.

This sleep went straight to five o'clock in the afternoon.

After tidying up briefly, she went downstairs.

There was nothing downstairs, the old housekeeper didn't know where he went, and Fu Qiran was even missing.

Ruan Jiaojiao rubbed her belly, she seemed to be a little hungry, so she simply went to the kitchen.

In the kitchen, Chef Wang was happily preparing dinner. Seeing Ruan Jiaojiao coming, he asked with a smile, "Jiaojiao girl, what do you want to eat tonight? Uncle will make it for you."

"Don't trouble Uncle Wang, I will eat whatever Uncle Wang eats~" Ruan Jiaojiao said with a smile.

Chef Wang laughed, "We eat late, we have to wait for the young master to finish before we can eat."

Ruan Jiaojiao nodded, leaned over and asked, "Uncle Wang, is this dinner for Master Fu...?"

Chef Wang nodded, "Yes, make some chicken soup, I hope the young master can drink more."

Ruan Jiaojiao took a deep breath, and the scent of chicken soup entered her nostrils, whetting her appetite.

"Uncle Wang's cooking is so delicious, he will definitely like it very much." Ruan Jiaojiao started blowing rainbow farts.

Chef Wang laughed, but there was a trace of sadness between his brows.

"I hope so."

It's not like he doesn't know what the young master's temperament is. It's unprecedented to be able to drink half a bowl of such a big bowl of chicken soup.

(End of this chapter)