Chapter 3

Fu Shen Han has a beautiful face. His eyebrows are cold. His thin subcutaneous eyelashes are very long. His black eyes are cold, which makes people unable to see any emotion. He is fierce and beautiful.

His lips are thin, with a little bit of lip beads, but the color is very light. In addition to his pale skin color, it makes people feel gloomy and cold. It seems that he is not facing a living person, but... The evil spirit Shura who is climbing out of the hell of the 18th floor.

Jiang Xiu was afraid of clenching his fist and didn't dare to come forward.

Fu Chenhan seemed a little impatient: "I asked you to come here."

It's more frightening to keep the voice down.

Jiang Xiu can only step forward a few steps, Fu Chenhan suddenly reaches out his hand, Jiang Xiu's whole person is hit on the soft bed, she is startled, quickly want to get up, hand random grasp, unexpectedly touched the man's warm chest.

Fu Chenhan looked down at her, like a little turtle turning over the person.

Jiang Xu's white cheek was red, and there were tears in her eyes. She was soft and tender, and the look of tears filling her eyelashes was pitiful.

But she didn't dare to cry. She choked and looked at Fu Chenhan for fear that he might think that he would make a noise and crack himself.

Fu Chenhan propped up on the bed and looked at her in a downward looking posture: "how old are you?"

Jiang Xu's heart beat so fast that she could even feel the man's breathing. She closed her eyes as if she were dead. The mosquito hummed: "eighteen years old..."

The expression on Fu Chenhan's face didn't change. Yili's eyebrows and eyes seemed a little cold. Suddenly, he sneered: "it's for your joy, but I really bought a little girl back."

Ginger whew dare not open eyes, also dare not speak, thin soft body is slightly shaking.

Fu Chenhan got up and said faintly, "get up."

When the old lady of the Fu family tried to fill him with people, he naturally knew the details of the little girl. If the background was not clean, he would not be able to enter the yard and would be in a different place.

Jiang Xiu gets up and finds Fu Chenhan sitting in front of her. She can't stand up and can only sit on the bed wrongly.

Fu Chenhan suddenly coughed a few times. He put out his hand to cover his mouth and coughed up blood from his hands. Jiang Xu's pupils dilated instantly. He was really sick and dying.

Fu Chenhan saw the panic in her eyes, and there was a little smile in her eyes.

... is that frightening?

He didn't care much. He stood up and went into the bathroom to wash his hands. Jiang Xiu found that this man was very tall and thin. With his pale complexion, he was a little weak.

Jiang Xiu thought of the muscles she had seen before, and her face turned red again. While Fu Chenhan got out of bed, she also got out of bed quickly and stood by the bed obediently. For a moment, she didn't know what to do.

In modern society, many people have not even heard the words "Chongxi" and "child bride". Naturally, Jiang Xu is also a stranger. In addition, the object of Chongxi is still Han Ye, who is said to be full of people along the street. She is even more frightened.

Fu Chenhan came out soon and saw Jiang Xu standing beside the bed like a small animal. The 18-year-old girl was graceful, her skin white as snow, and her face was beautiful and soft. It didn't seem to be ugly there.

Fu Chenhan sat down on the bed, his voice was very weak: "no matter what contact you have with my grandmother, you will be safe in the future. I won't kill you for the time being. If you have any restless movements..."