C10

This was a little difficult, but that didn't mean Ning Jin couldn't do it.

"If I knew you were helping me like this, I might as well do it myself."

Fu Huayong's eyes instantly narrowed.

Fu Wanjiao still looked up with her nose pointed at the sky, as if she was looking down at someone else.

"Well, sit properly. I'm not afraid of what others will say."

After working for the whole day, Ning Jin was not in the mood to waste time with Fu Wanjiao, so he just started walking.

But Fu Wanjiao did not plan to let Ning Jin go, she suddenly jumped up, her eyes higher than the others as she said: "What do you mean? Can't you see I'm talking to you? Haven't your parents seen your basic manners? "There's really no home tutor!"

Ning Ping really didn't teach Ning Jin how to be polite, but as for his mother …

He was the most sacred person in Ning Jin's heart, and would never allow any form of filth to stain him.

Ning Jin turned around, and stared straight at Fu Wanjiao, and said word by word: "I see that the uneducated person is you, and all I know is that you look down upon others with your dog eyes, in the future if you go crazy don't come here, am I not the Holy Mother?"

Fu Wanjiao, who had been carried in the palm of her hand since she was young, had never been spoken in such a manner before.

"Who did you say was crazy?"

"You care about me?"

Ning Jin's expression did not change, but in Fu Wanjiao's eyes, it was naked provocation. In the next second, fire ignited in Fu Wanjiao's eyes, and she rushed forward to grab Ning Jin.

If Ning Jin dodged, Fu Wanjiao would definitely fall to the ground due to inertia, and at that time, the matter would become endless, so Ning Jin would directly face it.

As expected, three bloody scratches appeared on the arm that Fu Wanjiao had struck with her attack. A burning pain spread through her body.

Ning Jin was someone who needed to be extremely careful even with his sharp fingernails. He might accidentally hurt himself, but he had only married into the Fu Clan for a few days, and he had already suffered a lot of injuries.

Ning Jin knew that because of his identity, the Fu family had always disliked her. Otherwise, they would not deliberately make things difficult for Fu Wanjiao and would not stop him.

"Ning Jin, don't go too far. You must clearly see that this is my home, not your dog den."

Fu Wanjiao was very pleased with her own masterpiece.

After looking at Ning Jin with incomparable disdain, he then raised his profile picture and left.

When Fu Wanjiao finally disappeared, Ning Jin then automatically returned to his bedroom. The first thing he did after returning to his bedroom was to bandage his wounds, but the problem was that Ning Jin didn't even know where the medicine chest was kept.

Unexpectedly, as soon as he arrived at the door, he saw Fu Huayong who had just returned home. Ning Jin decided to ignore him, but Fu Huayong didn't think so.

"Where are you going?"

"I'm not going."

Fu Huayong frowned, and directly walked towards Ning Jin.

"Do you think I'm blind? Or do you have a nervous breakdown and don't know what you're doing? "

was drunk on Fu Huayong's curses, but in order to get his wounds bandaged as soon as possible, he pretended not to hear anything, and directly turned and walked towards the door.

But the problem was, Fu Huayong did not loosen his grip at all, to the point where Ning Jin remained in place.

"Tell me."

"What do you want me to say?" Ning Jin didn't feel the need to trouble himself and thought: "Could it be that the Fu Clan's people have bad brains?" "One injured, one bandaged."

"Since you don't want to say it, then go back."

Fu Huayong did not plan to let Ning Jin go, after looking at Ning Jin, he immediately walked back with a hand in hand, the strength behind the action was astonishing, yet Fu Huayong still managed to grab onto Ning Jin's injured arm.

Although it was just his torn skin, it would still hurt. The pain was especially intense with Fu Huayong's great strength.

"Pain!"

Ning Jin tried to struggle free from Fu Huayong's grasp.

Not once, not twice, not twice …

After an unknown amount of time, Ning Jin finally broke free.

During the process of struggling, it was unknown just how many times Ning Jin's wounds had been injured.

Lifting up his sleeves, the wound was badly swollen and red …

In the end, Ning Jin concluded that they were all lunatics!

Because of the sleeve, Fu Huayong did not discover Ning Jin's wound until now.

"Fu Huayong, no matter what, I am still your wife in name, do you have to treat me like that?"

Regarding Ning Jin's accusation, Fu Huayong spread his hands.

Ning Jin thought that Fu Huayong was taking revenge on her for leaving him alone in the office, thus he had a new understanding of Fu Huayong.

A petty man.

As for Fu Huayong, he had no idea that he had been crowned with such a title.

"So you're saying that I'm the one who deserves it?"

"That's from your mouth." It has nothing to do with me.

Looking at the red and swollen wounds, Ning Jin decided not to get entangled with Fu Huayong too much and immediately rushed over to the hospital.

But what the hell was that that held her arm? It was even a wound that he had pulled on. Ning Jin immediately wanted to cry, but no tears came out.

"Fu Huayong, what are you trying to do?!" Ning Jin erupted completely.

But in Fu Huayong's eyes, the current Ning Jin had more charm than usual, the original seemingly obedient looking mask had the same side. Fu Huayong felt that he had become slightly interested in Ning Jin.

"Sorry, it really wasn't intentional."

"I've never found out that you're such a bored person. I really had some business at work and didn't want to leave you alone. Is there a need for you to take revenge on me?"

Ning Jin's round face was even rounder because of his anger, his round eyes were full of accusation. Like this, she was like a rooster with his territory seized, ready to fight at any time.

"You think too much. I'll take you to Bazaar. The wound isn't that bad." Fu Huayong casually said as he looked at the wound.