Chapter 3: Old Man

Fu Chenhan has a beautiful face, cold eyebrows and eyes, thin double eyelids and eyelashes under his thin eyelids are very slender, but the black eyeballs are so cold that people can't see any emotions. They are sharp and beautiful.

His lips were thin and had a little lip beads, but the color was very light. In addition, his pale skin color made people feel gloomy and cold, and his back felt cold. It seemed that he was not facing a living person, but... the evil ghost Shura who crawled out of the eighteen levels of hell.

Jiang Xiu clenched his fists in fear and did not dare to step forward.

Fu Chenhan seemed a little impatient: "I'll let you come."

The sound is lowered, and it is even more scary.

Jiang Xiu could only take a few steps forward. Fu Chenhan suddenly reached out and Jiang Xiu hit the soft bed. She was startled and wanted to get up quickly. She grabbed her hand randomly and actually touched the man's warm chest.

Fu Chenhan looked at her condescendingly, turning the person over like a little turtle.

Jiang Xiu's snow-white cheeks were already red, and there were still tears in her eyes. She was soft and tender and cute, and her tears were filled with her eyelashes made people feel pity.

But she didn't dare to cry, and looked at Fu Chenhan with sobs, afraid that he would think he would make a noise and make a crack.

Fu Chenhan supported the bed and looked at her in a downward position: "How old are you?"

Jiang Xiu's heart was beating fast, and she could even feel the man's breathing, and closed her eyes as if she was home. The mosquito hummed: "...eighteen years old..."

The expression on Fu Chenhan's face did not change much. Shi Li's eyebrows seemed a little cold, and she suddenly sneered: "I said I was just cheering for my grandfather, but I really bought a little girl to come back."

Jiang Xiu didn't dare to open his eyes or speak, and his soft body was shaking slightly.

Fu Chenhan stood up and said lightly: "Get up."

The old lady of the Fu family stuffed people to him, so he naturally knew that the little girl was in the background. If she changed her background, she would not be able to enter the yard and be in a different place.

Jiang Xiu got up and found Fu Chenhan sitting in front of her. She couldn't stand up, so she could only sit on the bed with grievance.

Fu Chenhan suddenly coughed a few times in depression. He reached out to cover his mouth and coughed up blood all over his hands. Jiang Xiu's pupils instantly dilated - Master Han was really sick and dying.

Fu Chenhan saw the horror in her eyes, and there was a smile in her eyes.

...Is this scary?

He stood up without much care and went into the bathroom to wash his hands. Jiang Xiu then realized that this person was very tall and thin, with pale skin and a little weak and unconventional.

Jiang Xiu remembered the muscles she had seen before, and her face turned red again. While Fu Chenhan got out of bed, she quickly got out of bed and stood beside the bed obediently, not knowing what to do for a while.

Many people in modern society have never heard of the words "joking joy" and "child bride", so Jiang Xiu is naturally unfamiliar. In addition, the person who is fighting joy is Han Ye, who is said to be the legendary Han Ye who is full of people on the ground, so she is even more frightened.

Fu Chenhan came out soon and saw Jiang Xiu standing by the bed like a small animal. The eighteen-year-old girl was graceful, with white skin as white as snow, and her face was delicate and soft, and it seemed that she didn't look ugly when she was placed there.
Chapter completed!