The Whole Internet is Waiting For Master Fu To Fall In Love

The torrential rain hit the feet, splashing circle after circle of ripples.

Fu Juncheng glanced at the wet school uniform on the girl's body. He took off his coat, shook off the rain, and then put it on her shoulders.

Gu Qingning pursed her lips and whispered, "Your clothes are also wet."

"..."

Fu Juncheng closed his collar for her, his deep eyes were deep.

After a while, he laughed angrily, but she still dared to dislike him.

"Ningning, am I too used to you?"

The ending sound is slightly raised, bringing out a bit of interest.

Gu Qingning raised her head, looked straight at him with a pair of pale eyes, her eyes were stubborn, "When did you get used to me, you weren't angry just now."

She returned his favor, but he was not happy anymore.

Fu Juncheng laughed, and suddenly leaned over, narrowing his beautiful cold eyes slightly.

"Then tell me, why am I angry?"

From too close a distance, he could vaguely hear his "thumping" heartbeat.

Calm and powerful.

Gu Qingning stabilized her mind and avoided his gaze, "I don't know."

The next moment, the man squeezed her jaw with his fingers, forcing her to turn her face away.

Cold eyes meet Mo Tong.

He hooked his lips, and his clear voice couldn't help but soften a little, "Ning Ning is so smart, she must know."

Gu Qingning tilted her head back, and the hand that was holding her chin disappeared.

Well, if he insists on turning over the old score, she will accompany him.

"You helped me a lot before, and I return your favor. Isn't that normal?"

Until now, she still can't figure out the point.

Fu Juncheng frowned, then smiled helplessly.

Low Ci's laughter drifted away with the wind, making it even more captivating in the rainy night.

Really lost to her.

"Did I ever say that we don't need to be so clear about our relationship, I will help you, and you don't need to worry about paying back the favor."

Gu Qingning seemed to understand, "But if you help me, I want to help you once."

Going around and going back to the original point.

Fu Juncheng's eyes were slightly dark, and a complex dark light quickly flashed in the depths of his eyes.

Steal his heart, but don't know his intentions.

Confused little lion.

When the cool wind blew, Gu Qingning couldn't help but sneezed twice.

"Ajiu—"

She sniffed, her delicate face turned pale from the cold.

Fu Juncheng frowned, grasped her cold hands with his big and well-articulated hands, and rubbed them together.

Unlike hers, his hands were always warm.

Gu Qingning was stunned for a moment, the scorching temperature passed from his palm, which made people feel at ease.

The chill on her body dissipated a little, Gu Qingning bent her lips, "Fu Juncheng, were you reincarnated from a stove in your previous life?"

Does this sound like a boast?

Fu Juncheng smiled instead of being annoyed, and pinched her face with one hand, his doting tone added a bit of ambiguous romance to this rainy night.

"Just be mad at me, mad at me to death, and see who gets used to you."

Gu Qingning hid while laughing.

"The old man is so restless, it seems that his physical fitness is not good."

physical fitness……

no?

The smile on the corner of Fu Juncheng's mouth froze, and his narrow eyes narrowed, carrying a dangerous message.

He clasped the back of her head with one hand, and squeezed her face with the other, "Little friend, you are very crazy tonight."

He was so unscrupulous because he pampered her and spoiled her.

Gu Qingning pulled her lips, crying out for pain.

"Don't pinch your face."

After all, Fu Juncheng was reluctant to use force, and slowly let go of his hand.

Her complexion is extremely white, so tender that it looks like water can be squeezed out.

He didn't use much force, and a blush immediately appeared on her cold and pale face.

Gu Qingning rubbed her face and glared at him, "Don't keep pinching my face, you'll pay for it if you make it ugly?"

As soon as the words came out, the slightly delicate atmosphere was immediately broken.

Fu Juncheng laughed lowly, deliberately teasing her, "It's not good-looking at all."

Gu Qingning sneered, "You are the only one who looks good."

Playing together, she shook her head, her wet hair slid gracefully in the air, splashing water on his face.

Fu Juncheng didn't hide, and let her make trouble.

The rainwater slowly slid down his superior jawline, and finally sank into his open collar, yuppie and abstinence.

He leaned closer, the tip of his nose slid across her forehead, his Adam's apple covered with water vapor moved slightly, "Isn't Brother Jun Cheng not good-looking?"

Gu Qingning's eyes flickered slightly, and he recited a mantra in his heart.

Form is emptiness, and emptiness is form.

She took a step back, avoiding the monster in front of her, "It's not good looking."

Fu Juncheng stood up straight, his tone was loose, with a hint of ridicule, "Little children will be eaten by big bad wolves."

Gu Qingning gave him a blank look, he should save these words to scare Hengheng.

At this time, the dazzling headlights swept over.

It was the driver of the family who drove here.

The door opened and the driver ran over with an umbrella.

Seeing Fu Juncheng's embarrassed appearance, the driver was taken aback.

He quickly handed over the umbrella, "Master, umbrella."

Fu Juncheng didn't take it, but reached out to take the umbrella from Gu Qingning's hand.

"Need not."

Opening the umbrella, he grabbed Gu Qingning's hand and dragged her back to the car.

The driver looked at the two people holding the same umbrella, and was surprised in his heart.

...

in the living room.

It's eleven o'clock.

Mr. Tao and his wife haven't returned to their room to rest.

The TV was off, and the living room seemed even more silent.

Hearing the sound of the car, Mrs. Tao hurried to the door to look around.

Seeing the two people coming back under the same umbrella, she immediately breathed a sigh of relief.

Entering the porch, Gu Qingning looked at Mrs. Tao with an apologetic expression, "Grandma Tao, I'm sorry to cause you trouble tonight."

The two of them were completely drenched by the rain, and Mrs. Tao couldn't help worrying, "They're all our own people, so there's no trouble."

"Why are you both drenched like this, go take a shower and change your clothes, don't catch a cold."

Fu Juncheng took the umbrella and put it aside.

Mrs. Tao urged, "A Cheng, take Xiao Ning to the guest room, and I will find clothes for Xiao Ning in your mother's room."

Fu Juncheng nodded, and pulled Gu Qingning upstairs.

Hearing the movement, Mr. Tao came out of the kitchen holding a teacup.

"A Cheng and the others are back?"

Mrs. Tao nodded, "Both children were soaked by the rain, I'll go find a set of clothes for Xiao Ning in Qiu Yue's room first."

With that said, she lifted her foot and walked upstairs.

Instead of taking Gu Qingning to the guest room, Fu Juncheng took him directly to his room.

"The towel you used that day is hanging next to the sink."

Gu Qingning nodded, and looked at him questioningly, "I'm using the bathroom, so what do you do?"

"I'm going to the guest room."

After finishing speaking, Fu Juncheng took a set of clothes from the closet, then turned and left the room.

Gu Qingning walked into the bathroom and saw that the towel she used before was hanging together with Fu Juncheng's towel, a subtle emotion surged in her heart.

Thinking, she sneezed again.

She raised her hand and patted her head, feeling a little dizzy.

...

"Tuk-tuk--"

Outside the door, Mrs. Tao was carrying a paper bag, raised her hand and knocked on the door.

"Xiao Ning."

At this time, the door of the guest room opened.

Seeing that the person coming out of it was Fu Juncheng, Mrs. Tao was surprised.

"A Cheng, why are you here, where is Xiao Ning?"