The Second Master’s Little Ancestor’s Vest Fell To the Ground

After getting the exact answer, Fu Jiaojiao's tight little face softened, she exhaled a breath, raised her little hand and patted her chest, and a sigh escaped from her throat.

She opened her lips slightly and murmured in a low voice, "That's good...that's good..."

If Zheng Zheng was seriously injured, she would definitely hate herself to death.

Mu Changying lowered her head, hooked the loose hair on her forehead behind her ears, and asked warmly.

"Okay, I'm going to treat Dr. Fu's wounds. Do you want to come with me?"

"I……"

Fu Jiaojiao hesitated, twisting the hem of her skirt uneasily with her little hands, and all the images in her little head were about Fu Huaizheng's injury, and her eyes were red.

After a moment of silence, he made up his mind and nodded his head heavily.

"Be good~"

Mu Changying narrowed her eyes and took the opportunity to touch her chin with her little hand.

Her skin was delicate and smooth, and its soft touch made her eyes shine with pleasure.

——

Rong mansion, guest room.

Mu Changying changed out of her dress and wore casual clothes, a white coat and a pair of feather slippers.

Her hair was tied up with a wooden hairpin, she was meticulous, and she wore gloves on her hands.

"Doctor Fu, do you need anesthesia?"

"Need not."

Fu Huaizheng sat on the sofa with his feet raised on the coffee table. His eyes were fixed on Fu Jiaojiao's body, as if he couldn't get enough of it.

This deep look made Feng Niying, who was watching, shake his shoulders and almost let out a sigh.

I didn't expect, I didn't expect that the old virgin would look at a little girl with such affection.

Si Jinzhen came to her side carelessly, "What, are you envious?"

He raised his hand and was about to put it on her shoulder, but before it even touched her clothes, she slapped him away.

"Get away, don't touch me."

This guy has played with so many little girls, and there are so many bacteria on his body that he is so dirty.

"Hey...how heartless."

Si Jinzhen sighed, pretending to be injured and holding his heart with both hands, which was pretentious and artificial.

Seeing this eye-catching scene, Rong Liyuan's brows twitched and he glanced at Si Jinzhen coldly.

"Shut up."

Ying Bao is treating A Zheng's wounds, and making loud noises will distract her.

"..."

Both of them were so jealous that they forgot about their friends. Si Jinzhen felt heartbroken and suddenly turned off his microphone.

Well, if they make it seem like they are the only ones who have women, then he can have them too.

He took out his phone and flipped through the list. Just as he was about to send a text message to Beauty No. 2, he spotted Feng Niying out of the corner of his eye.

He paused for a few seconds, put his phone back into his pocket, took out a cigarette, and left the room with an unclear expression.

Feng Niying looked at his leaving figure and blinked, not knowing why.

"..."

The room returned to silence. Mu Changying held the tweezers in her hands and concentrated on handling the residue on Fu Huaizheng's feet.

"Yingbao, mask."

Rong Liyuan stood up suddenly, holding a surgical mask in his hand and putting it on for her. He glanced at Fu Huaizheng's feet with vague disgust.

What should I do if my foot gets infected with tassel? If I had known earlier, I would have called other doctors over.

"Thank you Ayuan."

Mu Changying pretended not to understand the hidden meaning of the words, lowered her head and continued to concentrate on handling the glass fragments at her feet.

"It's good to wear a mask. It's hygienic and safe." Li Nanfeng put down the information in his hand, with no trace of disgust on his face, and nodded in agreement.

"..."

There was something in the conversation between the two people, and Fu Huaizheng heard it clearly.

However, he was not in the mood to argue at all now, and his eyes were full of Fu Jiaojiao.