One child with two treasures: Fu Shao's pet wife is super powerful!

Chapter 210
Yan Yiruo explained convincingly, but Fu Shen glanced coldly and said indifferently: "I don't care who you have children with."

After speaking, he left the living room with Jian Chuyao in his arms, and disappeared from everyone's sight like a gust of wind.

As soon as he left, Fu Xingyuan began to teach Fu Shimiao that no matter what, he should not stab anyone.

Fu Shen put Jian Chuyao into the car, looked at her bleeding arm, frowned, "Can you bear it?"

Jian Chuyao still frowned, but raised her head to show him a gentle smile, and nodded slightly: "It's nothing."

As soon as he finished saying this, Fu Shenze started the car and left, keeping the speed at just about to exceed the speed limit.

Instead of taking Jian Chuyao to the hospital, Fu Shen couldn't help but pick up Jian Chuyao when he returned to Fu's house, and went straight back to the room to find the medicine box.

He grabbed Jian Chuyao's wrist, narrowed his long and narrow eyes slightly: "It might hurt a little."

Hearing this, Jian Chuyao flinched a little, but still pretended to be calm and nodded lightly, watching Fu Shenze pick up the disinfectant and pour it directly on the wound, she flinched slightly, her wrist was tightly grasped by him, unable to move.

Although the wound was not deep, it was definitely not a minor injury. Fu Shen frowned, knowing that she would definitely hurt, but there was nothing he could do about it.

Seeing countless bubbles appearing from that scar, Jian Chuyao breathed a sigh of relief. After the intense pain, it was followed by numbness. Now she only felt that her entire arm was numb, and she couldn't feel much pain.

Fu Shen helped her apply the medicine, and his movements seemed very skillful.

Jian Chuyao was puzzled: "Why did you treat the wound?"

"I learned it in college." Fu Shenze didn't lift his head, he helped her apply the medicine powder, his thin lips turned slightly, and gently blew on her wound.

Feeling a little itchy, Jian Chuyao flinched: "You're not a medical student, how did you learn it?"

"I participated in a training camp when I was in college. One month is enough to learn common sense." As he spoke, he had already bandaged Jian Chuyao's wound, closed the medicine box, and then stood up and sat beside her.

He wrapped his arms around the slender woman and asked in a low voice, "Does it still hurt?"

Jian Chuyao nodded, her face turned pale from the pain: "A little bit."

"Sorry, I didn't protect you well." Fu Shen suddenly apologized, feeling uncontrollably guilty.

When she turned around and saw his guilty look, Jian Chuyao immediately shook her head: "This has nothing to do with you, you don't need to apologize, I'm the one who will follow you..."

Before he finished speaking, Fu Shenze leaned over and kissed her on the lips, and left quickly like a superficial touch.

Jian Chuyao no longer continued this topic, but expressed the doubts in her heart along the way: "I think there is something strange between Yan Yiruo and Fu Shenguo."

Hearing this, Fu Shen just looked at her with raised eyebrows, and didn't answer, Jian Chuyao analyzed: "If they have nothing to do with each other, why is Yan Yiruo so angry that Fu Shenguo has sex with an actress?"

"Also!" she added, "When you said that Fu Shimiao and Fu Shenguo were similar, both of them turned pale, and if you look closely, Fu Shimiao and Fu Shenguo are still somewhat similar."

Fu Shen didn't answer, he raised his hand to touch her pale cheek: "You are injured, take a bath and rest early, remember to use the bathtub, and don't get your injured hands wet."

Jian Chuyao didn't understand why Fu Shenze didn't discuss this issue with her, but since he didn't want to talk more, she didn't continue to ask, nodded, took her clothes and went to the bathroom.

The bathroom door was closed, Fu Shen leaned on the back of the chair, took out a cigarette and lit it, and in the smoke, his handsome face was as deep as an iceberg, and his dark eyes were like a pool of stagnant water.

He took out his mobile phone, typed a string of words, and sent it.

Jian Chuyao was injured, and Fu Shen gave her a vacation the next day, saying that she was not allowed to go out casually until the wound was healed, and the task of picking up the children to and from school was also handed over to the housekeeper.

Thanks to Fu Shimiao's blessing, Jian Chuyao lived a happy and carefree life again, living in a house for four or five days.

In the CEO's office, Fu Shen stood in front of the floor-to-ceiling windows, listening to Song Ye's words, frowning even deeper.

"Is there no way?" His voice was low.

Song Ye lowered his head: "The people in the old house said that Yan Yiruo seemed to have anticipated this incident. Fu Shimiao's room will be cleaned up every day, and there will be no hair left."

Then he added: "Moreover, whether it is Fu Shimiao's cup for drinking tea or the tableware for eating, they will be cleaned immediately, and there is no way to extract any DNA."

After he finished speaking, Fu Shen waved his hand lightly: "Understood, let's go out."

It seems that there is still no way to clarify this matter. He took a deep breath, but his expression became colder and colder.

Jian Chuyao was nestled on the sofa bed watching TV, drowsy, when suddenly someone grabbed her wrist.

She was startled, woke up, raised her eyes and saw Fu Shenze who was close at hand: "You are back."

A gentle smile appeared on the corner of Fu Shenze's lips, and he raised his hand to tidy up the broken hair on her forehead: "Let me see your injury."

He took off the bandage and looked at the scabbed wounds. In some places, the scabs had come off and new skin had grown. The new skin was pink and tender. Jian Chuyao was already very white, so it was not conspicuous.

Fu Shen nodded in satisfaction: "He's recovering well, as long as he doesn't bask in the sun for the past two days, there won't be any scars left."

Unexpectedly, Fu Shenze understood this, Jian Chuyao nodded thoughtfully, and a picture suddenly appeared in her mind.

Fu Shen changed out of his perennial suit and leather shoes, and put on a large white overcoat, with a stethoscope hanging around his neck, his handsome face became more and more clean and flawless.

No matter how you think about it, he looks abstinent. If he is a doctor, he must be the one with the most patients.

Suddenly, a hot and humid feeling came from her lips, and Jian Chuyao's thoughts came back, and she found that his thin and cool lips were already wandering on her cheeks.

Thinking of what she had imagined just now, her cheeks immediately became hot, as if they were dyed red.

Fu Shenze saw her appearance, hugged her lovingly in his arms, and said in a hoarse voice, "Chu Yao, I'm sorry."

I don't know why he suddenly apologized again, Jian Chuyao blinked her eyes: "What's wrong with you?"

She felt him leaning on her shoulder, but it didn't weigh much. After a long time, she heard him say leisurely: "I can't get Fu Shimiao's DNA, so I can't do a paternity test, but believe me, Fu Shimiao is definitely not my son Otherwise, why would Yan Yiruo lock her up so tightly?"

Unexpectedly, Fu Shen would talk about this matter, she was stunned for a while, and then she smiled lightly: "Are you stupid?"

As she spoke, she raised her hand to cover Fu Shenze's sharp face: "Shenze, I don't care about your past. What I cherish is the present and our future. You don't need to feel sorry for these things."

(End of this chapter)