C69

You're watching me?

Old Lady Fu put down his chopsticks and said to the servant: "Look who's calling."

"Yes."

At that time, as soon as the sky brightened, Fu Huayong had brought him out. He should be very familiar with the bamboo forest, or maybe the Fu family was very familiar with it.

Filled with suspicion, Ning Jin found a pavilion and sat down. He took out his phone and called his good friend He Jia.

"What are you doing?"

"Invite for a cannon."

Pui, Ning Jin was drinking his tea, but nearly spurted out when he heard this: "Who are you talking to?"

Sure enough, she heard quite a few noises on the phone, "Aiya, why do you care so much, eighth wife?"

Hearing the voice, He Jia should have drank a lot, many said that it was not as if families did not exist, and He Jia had gone crazy drinking, even crazier than Ning Jin. Once, she was even drunk enough to go on the road to snatch a good family man.

Ning Jin was a little worried: "Where are you? I'll go find you. " She really couldn't be at ease with this big cannon. What if someone took advantage of his and made her laugh?

"No need, I'm with someone else, is it appropriate for you to come?"

Wasn't she suitable?

Ning Jin wanted to say something, but the call ended: "He Jia, He Jia!"

She dared to hang up on her, and when she called back, no one answered.

But thinking about it, it was impossible for ordinary men like He Jia to do anything to her, so when they thought about it, they became less worried.

At night, because it was close to the grass, Ning Jin had been frequented by mosquitoes.

"Whap." Aiming at a certain location in the sky, two hands suddenly made a sound. When the two hands separated, a mosquito with blood on it could not be any more dead.

But the blood was hers!

Unable to endure the torture from the mosquitoes, Ning Jin fled in a sorry state.

After taking a shower in the guest room, he found that there were quite a lot of mosquitoes that had been bitten. It was not good to live in a villa as there were plenty of mosquitoes, especially in the summer, and most of the mosquitoes in the villa were poisonous halfway up the mountain.

Ning Jin pressed her face closer to the mirror, looking at the red packet on the left side of her face, he wanted to cry but no tears came out.

Unable to endure his cheap hands, he scratched at the bag a few times. With the beginning, it became harder and harder to deal with. Even when the skin was broken, he was still unable to hold it in.

What should he do?

He searched through the guest room but didn't find any medicine boxes or ointments. Right, there was a bedroom, but Fu Huayong was in it.

No matter what, it's fine if you want to go in shamelessly, but Fu Huayong can still eat her.

He put on his slippers and walked out of the room.

"Du, du, Fu Huayong, open the door." Standing at the door, Ning Jin felt a little apprehensive. She was afraid that Fu Huayong would ignore her, which would be a tragedy. But even so, both of his hands were still scratching non-stop.

"Duk Duk." He knocked a few more times.

The door opened: "Hi, good evening."

With the thought of how shameless he was, Ning Jin took care of Fu Huayong.

"What's the matter?" Then, he looked towards Ning Jin.

Ning Jin wore a short-sleeved pajamas that revealed half of his arms and legs. The only difference from the past was that there were many more bags of red on his white and tender skin.

"I, I've been bitten by mosquitoes. I'm really itchy, that's why I came to trouble you."

"So?"

Big brother, please help her.

Ning Jin pleaded with the person who grabbed onto Fu Huayong in an unyielding manner. The softness on the back of his hand caused Fu Huayong to be stunned for a moment.

After half an hour, Fu Huayong moved his body.

Ning Jin was elated. He sat on the chair and said, "I just went to the backyard and sat for a while. I was bitten by mosquitoes and it felt really itchy.

As she said that, she extended her hand towards Fu Huayong. Under the illumination of the lamp, the red packet was especially obvious as it tore open the skin and pus flowed out.

Fu Huayong looked at it and retracted his gaze: "Are you going to fight with the mosquitoes to the death?"

The corner of Ning Jin's mouth slanted. Why didn't she notice that Fu Huayong had the gift for sneering?

"Don't you have a medical kit here? "Help me apply some ointment."

Could it be that she came here to let him do something?

But seeing Ning Jin scratching his ears and cheeks, he could not bear to do so. Hence, he took out the medicine box from the cabinet under the television.

"So comfortable."

Ning Jin smeared it on his forehead. The wound felt cool yet not itchy, oh my god, it felt so good.

But how was he going to wipe his back?

Looking at Fu Huayong at the side, Ning Jin compromise: "Old Fu, please help me!"

His eyes were like a pug's. If you don't paint them for me, I'll cry for you.

Fu Huayong facepalmed. He didn't know if there was anything wrong with his head as he entered the room, but he still received the ointment.

"Where?"

Ning Jin immediately lifted his clothes and pointed to his shoulder blades. "Here it is, there are two of them."

He had no idea how the mosquitoes had bitten into the back of his clothes, and when he had finished, the room smelled of ointment, something like mint.

Ning Jin blushed a little. Hmm, when Fu Huayong helped her apply the medicine just now, he felt that it wasn't bad.

"What?"

After packing up his things, Fu Huayong turned around and saw Ning Jin's fervent gaze. His heart was thumping a little, "What are you trying to do?"

Of course she wanted to kill you, but she didn't dare. She could only smile in embarrassment.

"How is it going with your friend?"

For some reason, when Fu Huayong talked about this topic, he felt a little guilty: "It, it's alright right?"

Fu Huayong nodded his head, and smiled coldly, did he really think that he was a fool who did not know anything?

He felt that the phone call was familiar. After returning to the company, he remembered that it was from Han Jing. Since when did he and her become old friends?

The atmosphere was tense for a moment. Since the ointment was done, it was better for her to leave. She walked to the door, and just as she placed her hand on the door handle, a voice came from behind her. "Are you very familiar with her?"

"Who?"

Fu Huayong raised his head, a sharp look flashing past his eyes: "Han Jing."

Ning Jin's eyes widened, how did he know?

"Well, I, I only met her once in the dining room," and then: "Why did you suddenly mention her?"

Fu Huayong became even colder, was she crying because he could not see the coffin?

"What did you talk to her about?"

After saying that, Ning Jin immediately understood. It seemed like Fu Huayong knew about it, so could it be that he had sent people to monitor her? Other than this, Ning Jin did not have a better explanation.

"You're watching me?"

Was there a need for him to do that?

"Isn't it?"

Ning Jin's questions became more serious, and he did not like hearing those words. Why would an unreal person question others?