Mr. Fu treats her like life

Chapter 137 Shouldn't She Be His Lucky Star?
An Nuan didn't notice anything until Fu Xiheng walked in.

The sunlight passed through the transparent glass, and seeing the oranges on the table cast a small shadow by the bright light, a gleam of light flashed in the obsidian-like pupils.

"Warm and warm,"

A deep and sexy voice sounded behind her, and An Nuan's head buzzed.

Fu Xiheng copied his pocket with one hand, and stepped towards An Nuan.

He was half leaning on the desk, An Nuan didn't want to move, still sat on the chair, raised his head, and stared at him lazily.

"Why are you here? Didn't you say that I'll change your medicine after get off work?"

An Nuan's eyes fell on the man's scarred arm, which was scratched by Song Qianmo not long ago, her eyes were filled with distress.

She scratched her head embarrassingly, "You were on a business trip a few days ago, and I forgot about it. How do you feel now? Does it still hurt?"

It seems that since he met her, he has always been hurt, either on his hands or his back, shouldn't she be his lucky star?
Fu Xiheng looked down at her delicate and small face from a high position, those clear and clear eyes wiped away the heat and all the haze in his heart at once.

He bent the corners of his lips and approached her, with his big palms on the back of her head, and she buried her face deeply in his arms.

"Nuan Nuan, just got cut, you can see that there are scars, so don't make a fuss."

An Nuan raised her face, at this moment, she heard a pleasant voice from above her head again——

"When I was in the army, I was injured many times. Which one was not as serious as this time? The most serious one was a serious head injury, and I lay in a coma for two months. At that time, everyone thought I would not wake up..."

"Fu Xiheng..."

An Nuan raised her arms, crossed her fingers, and tightly encircled his thin waist, carefully avoiding the injury on his back, "It's okay, it's okay."

Seeing her suddenly coaxing him like a child, Fu Xiheng's heart almost melted, as soft as a ball of pure white cotton.

Patted her on the back lightly, "Thank you for rescuing grandma in time today,"

"Ah, what?" An Nuan was stunned for a moment.

"Grandma said she fainted from heatstroke today and was rescued by a beautiful female doctor,"

After his reminder, An Nuan suddenly realized, "That person is... your grandma?"

Fu Xiheng knelt down, a doting smile spread across his thin lips, just right, his eyes met hers, "Well, grandma said she gave that girl an orange, saying that girl doesn't like sour Yes, especially vinegar."

Immediately, An Nuan's cheeks turned pink, locked by those scorching eyes, and the roots of her ears were red and hot.Like overcooked shrimp.

"Grandma also said that there was a tear mole under the corner of that girl's eye, so, based on it, I found you."

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When Song Qianzi appeared outside An Nuan's office, what she saw was this scene——

The man lowered his head, brushed the soft hair on the girl's forehead with his big palm, and bent down to gently kiss her between the brows.

Song Qianzi came back to pay An Nuan's hospital expenses.Last time because of stomach bleeding, An Nuan paid for the hospitalization fee and the drip for her.

Although the money is not much, but the friendship between the two is over, she doesn't need to owe her this debt of favor!
The man's knife-like deep and three-dimensional facial features reveal a different kind of nobility, just a profile is enough to make Song Qianzi's blood boil.

The man who stood on top of the pyramid and made all the girls in Yuncheng flock to him...

She couldn't help but pinch her palm red, and she didn't wake up until a piercing pain came from the bloody flesh.

　The glass is clear, the oranges are brilliant, and a star stops the car, illuminating you and me.

　　
　　
　
(End of this chapter)