After wearing books, I married a sick villain

Chapter 591 Cheng Jinxin who was crushed at the bottom of the well

Fu Qiran sighed softly in his heart.

He knew he couldn't do it.

When Ruan Jiaojiao heard this, she rubbed his chest.

"It was just an accident this time, I will be careful in the future."

Fu Qiran pinched her face, laughed and remained silent.

This time, of course, it was not an accident, but a premeditated conspiracy.

The line he carried last time was Suzaku's line.

Suzaku is taking revenge on him.

Suzaku wanted Cheng Jinxin to cuckold him, but unfortunately, Cheng Jinxin had long been hypnotized by him and had forgotten about Jiaojiao.

The current Cheng Jinxin is not someone who is obsessed with Ruan Jiaojiao.

Although Fu Qiran thought so, when he thought of Ruan Jiaojiao telling Cheng Jinxin a story, he was so jealous that he was going crazy.

Fortunately, it was about his love story with her, otherwise he would touch Qinglong now.

Fu Qiran's eyes darkened, and his hand holding Ruan Jiaojiao tightened even more.

"Hmm..." Ruan Jiaojiao moaned softly.

Fu Qiran let go of his hand slightly.

"Hungry." Ruan Jiaojiao said softly.

"I'll carry you downstairs for dinner." Fu Qiran said.

Ruan Jiaojiao lazily yawned and made a "hug" gesture.

Fu Qiran picked her up and walked downstairs steadily.

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In the bedroom of a certain villa in Beijing, Cheng Jinxin was playing with his mobile phone.

There is a laptop in front of him, and an audio is playing on the computer.

【The first time I knew him was in someone else's writing...】

The familiar voice sounded in the room.

That was the story Ruan Jiaojiao told him in the hotel that night.

This is the first time Cheng Jinxin has listened to this recording for countless times.

He even recited what she said.

【He brought me a different color. 】

"He brought me a different color."

His voice overlapped with the voice on the recording.

At this moment, he had an illusion that he seemed to be integrated with her.

This delusion occupied his entire atrium, as if filling the void in his heart.

Those light golden eyes just stared at the progress bar of the recording.

A full hour.

It turned out that there were so many stories between her and her husband.

The voice in the recording has her unique softness, just like her, weak and small, as if it would break if squeezed.

But every word she uttered was always so firm, as if no matter what happened, her firmness could not be shaken.

This seemed to indicate that she loved him indestructibly.

Cheng Jinxin was a little jealous.

For the first time, he clearly realized that jealousy is like this.

Jealous of that man being able to be loved by her.

Jealous of him being loved, jealous of her being loved.

He wanted to possess her, to hear his name from her mouth.

As soon as this thought came out, he was violently suppressed by an unknown thought.

He appears to be trapped in a well with a heavy stone on his head.

Whenever he wanted to go out, the stone would be pressed down hard, so that he could not see a glimmer of light.

He struggled painfully, but there were only fires that were extinguished again and again.

Cheng Jinxin bit her lips tightly, a trace of blood seeped from her lips.

He stared at the computer screen tightly, and the progress bar on it was slowly moving forward.

The soft voice sounded in the empty room, stirring his heart.

He clenched his fists, and the veins on his arms popped.

His blood-stained lips parted slightly, and he spit out two words.

"Flower."

(End of this chapter)