Quick Wear: The Host is Dangerous and Sultry

An Xiaowen was stunned.

The next second, he jumped up as if he was electrocuted.

"you you"

An Xiaowen looked frightened.

Fu Qiran's body trembled, he was obviously frightened, and he touched his nose awkwardly: "Am I that scary? I have recently determined to be a good housewife and man, tell me, don't tell anyone outside I bullied you. Otherwise, I might be subjected to domestic violence."

He raised the corners of his mouth and fell into memories.

Then he subconsciously reached into his pocket and made a gesture of holding a cigarette, but suddenly he remembered something and his expression froze.

He immediately scratched the hair on his head in distress.

So he didn't notice the buried eyes and red ears of the young man in front of him.

"Here, here you go!"

An Xiaowen handed him the paper and suppressed his crazy heartbeat.

Fu Qiran took it with bright eyes, nodded, and immediately started writing furiously.

An Xiaowen couldn't help but glance at him from the corner of his eye.

However, he discovered that there were many small wounds hidden under his cuffs. It doesn't look like it was accidentally scratched, but it looks like it was left after a fight.

Does the school bully like to fight?

He pursed his lips.

The harmonious relationship between the two lasted for some time.

An Xiaowen felt a little calmer.

After observing over the past few days, it seems that this rumored school bully is not as bad-tempered, irritable, irritable, and a bully as written in the comic books.

During the mock exam, he secretly observed him from the corner of his eye.

The boy was lowering his head, turning the pen with one hand, and grabbing his hair irritably with the other hand, unable to do anything about the paper at the bottom.

For the first time, An Xiaowen actually thought he was cute.

At this time, a hand skillfully reached out to him from underneath: "Exam paper."

Speak concisely and to the point.

An Xiaowen felt flattered and filled with satisfaction. A person like him can also help people like him who are out of reach.

Maybe it was during this time that Fu Chiran had already become accustomed to asking him for papers and homework, so he didn't even look back when he said this.

Maybe he thought it was good to have such a person near his seat who could provide "convenience" at any time, so Fu Qiran took good care of him. At least everyone around him had been angry at him when he was in a bad mood, but he had never been.

An Xiaowen blushed and briefly checked the paper again, then slowly handed the paper over when the teacher wasn't paying attention.

Fu Qiran snatched it away and glared at him, as if accusing him of being careless in his movements. Then he quickly started writing furiously.

An Xiaowen held his chin with his hand and silently stared at the boy beside him, the corners of his lips gradually rising.

However, the life he thought he could live peacefully was finally broken.

That day, when Fu Chiran returned home, Mr. Fu listened to the reports from the placement staff at the school. He kept nodding with satisfaction and touched the white beard on his chin.

When I saw my grandson coming over, for the first time, I didn't frown seriously, but looked at him with affection.

Mr. Fu waved to him: "Qi Ran, how are you doing at school recently?"

Fu Qiran, who was changing his shoes in the entrance hall, paused for a moment, then raised his head, his eyes full of sarcasm and sneered: "How am I, haven't I always been under your close surveillance? Now you ask me again, how hypocritical."

He walked upstairs without looking back.

Mr. Fu was stunned for a moment, his old face turned red with anger, and his crutch kept hitting the ground.

"Stop! Why are you talking? Do you really think that you have mastered the Fu family now?"

"As you wish." Fu Qiran shrugged without looking back.

He murmured in his heart: If it weren't for her, he wouldn't care about the Fu family.

"You!" Mr. Fu was so angry that he almost suffered a cerebral hemorrhage.

This useless thing!

He rushed up with a cane and tried to pull him down the stairs, but he used too much force and Fu Qiran's sleeve was torn.

"What are you doing?" Fu Qiran cursed and quickly reached out to pull up his sleeves, but it was too late. Although Mr. Fu was old, his eyes were not that difficult to use.

He frowned, confirming that the wound on his arm he just saw was not a mistake.

There were many small wounds, which looked like they were caused by sharp objects, such as the tips of scissors, needles, or wires.

Because the wound was very close, it was ruled out that it was accidentally scratched, and it was only left when fighting with someone.

"What's going on?" Mr. Fu's expression became serious, his eyes were like eagles, and his body was filled with the majesty and solemnity of the head of the family.

Fight with someone? Who dares to hurt his grandson of the Fu family like this?

This is not simple no matter how you look at it.

"What's going on?"

Fu Chiran frowned and continued walking upstairs.

"I remember you promised me that you would not break the precepts before the end of the term, and I would hand over the Fu family to you. I have observed that you have indeed changed a lot during this period, but how do you explain the wound on your arm?"

Mr. Fu walked over, his eyes blazing: "I remember that the Sheng family was undergoing a major reshuffle some time ago, and there were so-called suicide cases of many senior executives fearing crime. Several of them had traces of being strangled with wires on their necks."

"Are you making up a story? Grandpa."

Fu Qiran turned around, with a sneer on his lips, and his eyes were deep and unflinching.

"Why do you think I want to help other people's fiancées like this? You don't really think that I really like Sheng Jiaoyang because I made a scene at Sheng Jiaoyang and Bo Yunli's engagement party, right? What kind of person am I? , you know it. A boring woman like Sheng Jiaoyang cannot catch my eye at all."

Mr. Fu frowned, he knew this for sure.

My grandson is cynical and cold-blooded. He hangs out with some unscrupulous people all day long. If he can like a girl from a good family with such a dead look on his face, that would be a ghost.

Moreover, his people reported more than once that Qi Ran had spoken harshly to the little girl from the Sheng family.

He was once worried that the relationship between the Fu family and the Sheng family would fall to a freezing point due to the conflicts of this generation. Who knew that the young girl who had recently taken power would actually offer him an olive branch? He didn't want to miss this once-in-a-lifetime opportunity.

Mr. Fu couldn't see the flaw in Fu Qiran's expression. Suddenly his expression changed and he smiled kindly: "Good boy, tell me what happened to the wound on your arm. Tell grandpa so that he can help you vent your anger." .”

Fu Chiran sneered in his heart. He was really tired of this "family" where even close relatives plotted against each other and were full of intrigues.

He closed his eyes and walked up the stairs without speaking.

Mr. Fu continued to follow on crutches, asking questions all the way until he reached the door of his room.

Fu Qiran became impatient with the question and blurted out from behind the door: "That transfer student, it was all his fault!"

Two chapters in one.