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

Unable to control the strength within his body, he suddenly pushed Fu Huaizheng and his body staggered.

His feet were unstable and he stepped on the newly broken glass. A sharp piece of glass pierced the sole and penetrated into the flesh, and bright red blood flowed out.

"Well..." He muttered as severe pain came, but his face remained unmoved.

Seeing this, Fu Jiaojiao frowned her slender eyebrows and quickly lowered her head, not daring to look directly at his expression.

Her heart ached, and she bit her lips tightly with her white teeth to prevent herself from screaming.

Fu Huaizheng twitched the corner of his mouth, his eyes were sad and a little warm, "Jiaojiao, I know you didn't mean it."

It was clear that he was the injured person, but he still spoke to comfort another person.

With such a light word, the tears in Fu Jiaojiao's eyes almost fell down.

At this time, the sound of high heels came, and she quickly raised her head and trotted up behind Mu Changying.

Hiding behind her, a round little head popped up with a pout, "Sister, who is he? Why do you keep calling me Jiaojiao..."

Staring at the other party's death gaze, Mu Changying's heart doubled.

Damn, it’s really psychologically stressful to do this kind of deceptive thing.

Her lips moved, and a slightly stiff smile appeared at the corner of her lips, "Doctor Fu..."

Fu Huaizheng left the area with broken glass. Every time he took a step, he felt pain under his feet and blood gurgled out.

"Don't lie to me, I know very well that she is my Jiaojiao."

This is the little one he raised, and it is impossible for him to admit that she is wrong.

Mu Changying sighed helplessly when she noticed Fu Jiaojiao tightening her grip on her skirt.

"Doctor Fu, please treat the wound first. If it gets infected, it won't be cured."

"I'm a doctor. I know what's going on with my body. This is just a minor injury, nothing serious."

Fu Huaizheng placed one hand on the handrail of the stairs, his fingers trembled for a moment, and his eyes were fixed on Fu Jiaojiao's little head.

"I'm in Rong Mansion. I can't run away. You need to treat the wound first."

Rong Liyuan went upstairs, looked at his bleeding feet, and stretched out his hand to rub his swollen forehead.

"No……"

"A Zhen, take him to the guest room."

Before Fu Huaizheng had time to finish, Rong Suyuan's face was gloomy and he waved for people to go upstairs.

"Ah Zheng, don't resist. If you struggle and fall to the ground and break somewhere, it will be even more difficult to chase the little beauty."

Si Jinzhen went upstairs, shook his head, and regardless of how the man struggled, he put his strength on his shoulders and walked steadily towards the guest room.

Fu Huaizheng was angry and yelled, "Shut up!"

With dirty thoughts, how could he have evil thoughts about Jiao Jiao? That was raised by him!

Si Jinzhen rolled his eyes, "Okay, okay, I don't care about injuries."

Just keep pretending, this guy. If he wasn't motivated by sex, why would he be so desperate?

However, I didn't expect that this old virgin's way of pursuing people would be so crazy once he blossomed.

"..."

Seeing Fu Huaizheng being resisted, Mu Changying pulled out the girl hiding behind him.

It could be seen that Fu Jiaojiao was lost and absent-minded, so he raised his hand and rubbed her head.

"Don't worry, it's okay."

"Really?"

Fu Jiaojiao's absent-minded eyes were instantly filled with light, and she raised her head to look at Mu Changying's porcelain-white face.

She retracted her hand, tapped her chin, and comforted her softly, "Well, it's a small injury, it'll be fine."

This little girl is actually very worried about Dr. Fu.