After wearing books, I married a sick villain

Chapter 9 Ruan Jiaojiao, you provoke me first

Ruan Jiaojiao wandered around in the kitchen before leaving.

At six o'clock in the evening, Fu Qiran came to the dining table from the study.

A bowl of chicken soup and a small bowl of rice were tested by the world's top precision instruments in front of him.

Ruan Jiaojiao stood aside, watching the bowl of steaming chicken soup turn cold, and the little oil and water floating on top of the soup also condensed together, which made people feel no appetite at all.

But Fu Qiran seemed to be used to such things, drinking the chicken soup without changing his face.

Fu Qiran only took two sips before stopping.

His eyes fell on Ruan Jiaojiao, and he said in a deep voice, "Come here."

Ruan Jiaojiao blinked and walked over in small steps.

"Sit down." Fu Qiran said again.

Ruan Jiaojiao obediently sat beside Fu Qiran.

Fu Qiran saw that Ruan Jiaojiao was so well-behaved, and a trace of satisfaction flashed in his eyes.

"Housekeeper, ask the kitchen to prepare a dinner for her." Fu Qiran said.

The old butler took the order, and within a few minutes, he brought out a bowl of chicken soup and a small bowl of rice.

"Eat." Fu Qiran said coldly.

Ruan Jiaojiao picked up the spoon and took a sip of the chicken soup. There was an indescribable fragrance in the chicken soup, and the warm chicken soup flowed down her throat, nourishing her body.

This should be the correct way to drink chicken soup.Thinking about it, Ruan Jiaojiao couldn't help but glance at Fu Qiran's cold chicken soup again.

She thought for two seconds, then said cautiously, "Would you like some warm chicken soup? It's delicious."

Fu Qiran looked at her coldly and didn't speak.

Ruan Jiaojiao swallowed, and although she was a little scared, she still said: "I... we can have a drink, if there is anything, I... I will accompany you."

Fu Qiran sneered, "Who do you think you are? Is your life worth as much as mine?"

Ruan Jiaojiao was taken aback for a moment, and after a few seconds, she lowered her head and stopped talking.

She drank her own chicken soup silently, and some long bangs covered her eyes, making it difficult to see the emotions in her eyes.

Fu Qiran pursed his lips tightly, a trace of irritability flashed between his brows.

He looked at Ruan Jiaojiao's side face, and the face that was originally tinged with a daughter's blush had turned a little pale at some point.

Fu Qiran's mind suddenly flashed Ruan Jiaojiao's youthful attitude in the bathroom last night, that delicate and soft appearance, really pitiful.

"Ruan Jiaojiao." Fu Qiran said suddenly.

Ruan Jiaojiao looked up at Fu Qiran, her cat-like eyes seemed a little red.

Fu Qiran's heart softened all of a sudden.

"Hey me," he heard himself say.

Ruan Jiaojiao's eyes lit up, and a sweet smile appeared on her face.

"Good~"

Ruan Jiaojiao blinked, because chicken soup accidentally got into her eyes just now, she didn't dare to rub them, and she didn't know if it was red or not.

But it doesn't hurt, it should be red, right?

Ruan Jiaojiao thought uncertainly, and at the same time scooped up half a spoonful of chicken soup and fed it to Fu Qiran's mouth.

The steaming chicken soup was just fed into Fu Qiran's mouth, and he held it in his mouth for a while before swallowing it slowly.

There is a real difference between hot chicken soup and cold chicken soup.

The warm feeling seemed to melt away the deep coldness.

Fu Qiran's eyes flickered slightly, and the way he looked at Ruan Jiaojiao was stained with a strange color.

"Ruan Jiaojiao." You provoked me first.

(End of this chapter)