After wearing books, I married a sick villain

Chapter 375 The tip of the iceberg of Mr. Fu's past

After all, Grandma Shi is also somewhat selfish.

Compared to Ruan Jiaojiao, her own grandson was naturally more important to her.

Now that Ruan Jiaojiao can let her grandson sleep peacefully, how can she say something like let her leave his side?
Grandma Shi sighed deeply, and patted the back of Ruan Jiaojiao's hand.

Ruan Jiaojiao seemed to have sensed it, and she took the initiative to explain: "Grandma, Mr. Fu is really good to me, you don't need to worry about anything."

"I got hurt because I was accidentally involved in an incident."

After a pause, she continued, "Mr. Fu saved me."

Grandma Shi's muddy eyes lit up when she heard what Ruan Jiaojiao said.

"That's fine, that's fine."

She finally had a smile on her face.

"You and Xiaoran must be fine."

Granny Master held Ruan Jiaojiao's hand and looked into an unknown distance.

She murmured: "Xiao Ran left Beijing when she was 16 years old."

"I don't know where he went, I once thought he..."

After all, she was unwilling to say the cruel word "death".

"Until six years ago, when he was 23 years old, he returned to Beijing City with a strong attitude, took down the Fu Group in one fell swoop, drove his father to City C, and took control of the entire Fu Group."

"Xiaoran at that time was really different from him when he was 16."

Grandma Shi sighed, "Although he respects me as an old woman, he won't tell me many things."

"Jiaojiao."

Ruan Jiaojiao listened to this life, and replied "I am here."

Grandma Shi smiled kindly. She looked at Ruan Jiaojiao and said with a smile, "You and Xiaoran must be well."

Ruan Jiaojiao paused and nodded.

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Grandma Shi chatted with Ruan Jiaojiao for a full hour before leaving.

After she left, Ruan Jiaojiao sat alone on the bench, looking at the greenery, wondering what she was thinking.

It is already November and the weather is already very cold.

The cold wind blew Ruan Jiaojiao's hair, leaving a chill in it.

Ruan Jiaojiao tied her hair up casually.

It was getting dark gradually.

The sound of a car came from the yard, it was Fu Qiran who had returned.

Ruan Jiaojiao got up and walked to the living room.

Ruan Jiaojiao walked around the corridor and entered the living room.

Fu Qiran also just walked into the living room, he glanced at Ruan Jiaojiao whose face was flushed red from the cold, and frowned.

"Why is Jiaojiao's face so red?"

He approached her and touched her forehead with his hand.

The coldness came from his fingertips, and Fu Qiran frowned even deeper.

"Why is your face so cold?"

Ruan Jiaojiao held Fu Qiran's big hand in both hands, and explained softly: "I just sat on a bench in the garden for a while."

"Why don't you wear thicker clothes to play in the garden?"

Fu Qiran took off his coat and put it on Ruan Jiaojiao.

"The injury on your arm hasn't completely healed yet, if you catch a cold again..."

Thinking of this possibility, Fu Qiran's face darkened.

"I won't catch a cold." Ruan Jiaojiao rubbed Fu Qiran's big hand with a soft voice, "My health is much better than before."

Fu Qiran sighed helplessly.

"It's cold, so you must wear thicker clothes when you go outside."

Fu Qiran took Ruan Jiaojiao's hand, and said tenderly, "Go and drink some hot porridge to warm up."

"Yeah!" Ruan Jiaojiao responded, walked to the dining table with him, and began to eat.

(End of this chapter)