Chapter 3

Fu Chenhan's face is beautiful, his eyebrows and eyes are cold. His thin eyes are very slender, but his black eyes are cold. He is fierce and beautiful.

His lips are thin, with a little bit of lip beads, but the color is very light. In addition, his pale skin color makes people feel gloomy and gloomy, and his back is cold. It seems that he is facing not a living person, but The evil ghost Shura that crawled out of the eighteen layers of hell.

Jiang Xiao clenched his fist in fear and did not dare to go forward.

Fu Chenhan seemed impatient: "I asked you to come over."

The voice was lowered, and it was even more frightening.

Jiang Xu can only go forward a few steps, Fu Chenhan suddenly reaches out his hand, and Jiang Xu's whole body is smashed on the soft bed. She is startled and wants to get up quickly. With a random grasp of her hand, she even touches the warm chest of the man.

Fu Chenhan looked at her from above, like a little turtle turning over like a human face.

Jiang Xu's snow-white cheek has been flushed, and there are tears in her eyes. She has always been soft and tender, and the appearance of tears in her eyelashes is even more pitiful.

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

Fu Chenhan supported the bed surface and looked at her in a overlooking posture: "how old is it?"

Jiang Xu's heart beat so fast that she could even feel a man's breath. She closed her eyes as if she were dying, and the mosquito hummed: "I'm sorry Eighteen years old... "

The expression on Fu Chenhan's face didn't change much. Cui Li's eyebrows and eyes seemed a little cold. Suddenly, he sneered: "it's to give you joy. I really bought a little girl back."

Jiang Xu did not dare to open his eyes or speak. His soft body was shaking slightly.

Fu Shen Han gets up, light way: "get up."

The old lady of the Fu family pushed people to him. Naturally, he knew the details of the little girl. If she had a dirty background, she would not be able to enter the yard, and she would be a different person.

Fu Han can't help but sit up in front of the bed and find that she can't get up.

Fu Chenhan suddenly coughed a few times. He put his hand over his mouth and coughed up the blood of his hands. Jiang Xun's pupil was enlarged in an instant - Han Ye 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 did not care how to stand up, went into the bathroom to wash his hands, this only found that this person is very tall, also very thin, coupled with pale skin color, some weak without wind.

Jiang Xiu thought of the muscles she had seen before, and her face turned red again. Taking advantage of Fu's deep cold, she got out of bed and stood by the bed obediently. For a while, she didn't know what to do.

Many people in modern society have not even heard the words "Chongxi" and "child adopted daughter". Naturally, Jiang Xiu is also strange. In addition, the object of Chongxi is still the legendary Han Ye, who is walking along the street full of people. She is even more frightened.

Fu Chenhan soon came out and saw Jiang Xiu standing beside the bed like a small animal. The 18-year-old girl was graceful, white as snow, and her face was delicate and soft. It seemed that it was not ugly to put it there.

Fu Chenhan sat down on the bed, his voice was very weak: "no matter what connection you have with my grandmother, I will not kill you for the time being. If you have any restless movements..."