flstandardbreds Chapter 179 My sister is so cute, how could she possibly be a beast?
Chapter 179 My sister is so cute, how could she possibly be a beast?
Sang Ling looked at Fu Jiaojiao, who had suddenly transformed into a little devil beneath her, and slowly blinked. Her gaze traveled down from his handsome eyebrows and eyes, finally settling on his crimson lips.
Fu Zhirang clearly saw the change in her expression, and a smile appeared in his eyes, a subtle and seemingly unintentional seduction.
"Sweetie, wanna open your present?"
The tingling sound made Sang Ling's ears itch.
Her taut senses snapped, and she grabbed his collar with unwavering determination.
dismantle!
If not now, when?
I'll tear it!
"hiss"
The next second, Fu Zhirang's shirt was torn to shreds in Sang Ling's hands, revealing a large expanse of his fair and muscular chest, which made her eyes light up again and again.
Before she could make another move, the door to the ward was opened.
Sang Ling, straddling Fu Zhirang's waist, was holding two tattered cloths in her hands, staring blankly at the people at the door.
The people at the door seemed surprised to see such a shocking scene. They looked at Sang Ling with stunned eyes, then at the frail Fu Jiaojiao, who looked as if she had been forcibly taken advantage of.
His face was covered in adorable puffs~
Except for one person.
"You beast, let go of my sister!" Sang Ce shouted angrily.
Just then, Wang Ma squeezed in from outside and muttered, "Now, whoever that beast is, is a young lady?"
"My sister is so cute, how could she be a beast!" The doting brother, blinded by lust, roared in anger.
Everyone: "..."
With this commotion, the gifts definitely won't be opened today.
Five minutes later, Fu Zhirang, who had changed his clothes, sat by the bed and fed Sang Ling duck soup.
Don't ask why it was cooked so quickly. The reason is that Wang Ma was worried that her young lady would starve to death, so she used a pressure cooker.
Sang Ling sat obediently on the bed, drinking the soup that was fed to her sip by sip, feeling extremely happy.
Sang Rou and Wang Ma squeezed together on the sofa, covering their mouths and whispering something to each other, their eyes occasionally lighting up when they looked at them.
Only Sang Ce stood by the bed with a resentful look on his face. Unable to bear it any longer, he stepped forward and said, "Move aside and let me do it."
Fu Zhirang slowly and methodically fed Sang Ling the soup before lazily raising his eyes to look at him, his expression indifferent as he said, "If I asked you to do it, would you even know how?"
"Laughable. I used to feed Youyou when she was little. How could I not know how?" Sang Ce sneered through gritted teeth.
"And you've only ever eaten food that I fed you since you were little." Sang Ce arrogantly tilted his head back and snorted coldly.
When he was little, Youyou was a tiny little bundle of joy and he was always very well-behaved at mealtimes. Whenever he thinks about it, his heart softens.
He's the only one who's ever seen such a cute little sister. Aren't you envious?
The arrogant and smug Sang Ce didn't see Sang Ling's hesitant look.
I thought this move would completely crush the enemy, but to my surprise, the enemy just smiled in response.
"Heh." Fu Zhirang chuckled, his gaze towards Sang Ce becoming more meaningful, and slowly said, "Coincidentally, I've fed him before too."
"When did you ever feed her?" Sang Ce scoffed, then suddenly remembered something, his eyes widened and his expression turned ashen, "Sure enough, I knew you had ulterior motives back then. She was only three years old. Are you an animal?"
Sang Ce stared intently at the beast who was coveting his sister, his anger rising.
Fu Zhirang looked at him with a chilling gaze and said coldly, "Beast? Then isn't someone who chases after little girls calling them 'wife' at the age of five even worse than a beast?"
"Biu~" The arrow, shot by his own hand, hit the center of the wound.
Sang Ce wanted to refute, but he felt guilty and ended up turning red and white with anger.
Fu Zhirang remained unaffected, smiling warmly at Sang Lingxiao, "Sweetie, have some more."
Sang Ling took two more sips, looked at her brother, and then at her future daughter-in-law.
I dare not speak, I dare not speak at all.
"What are you talking about? What beasts?" Sang's mother asked, confused, as she accompanied Bai Xiaoxiao, who was already showing her pregnancy, into the room.
Bai Xiaoxiao also looked at Sang Ce with curiosity.
Sang Ce's face paled, and he took small, guilty steps, grabbing her hand to change the subject, "Why did you come here? Didn't I say I'd come pick you up in a bit?"
"I've already had the check-up, and the doctor said the baby is very healthy, so I wanted to come and see Youyou." Bai Xiaoxiao stroked her pregnant belly, her face full of tenderness.
"It's good that he didn't cause you any trouble." Sang Ce's gaze fell on Bai Xiaoxiao, revealing a gentle light.
"My dear, you're finally awake! I was so worried about you, sob sob~" Sang's mother rushed to the bedside, hugged Sang Ling, and started crying.
Sang Ling smacked her lips, hugged her mother, and seeing how movingly she was crying, she began to consider whether she should cry along with her.
While it may be touching for one person to cry, it can be quite comical when two people cry together.
then……
"Wang Ma." Sang Ling, who still couldn't cry after trying several times, looked at the all-powerful Wang Ma.
Upon receiving the instruction, Wang Ma pounced over and grabbed Sang Ling's leg, starting to wail.
"My dear lady, why is your life so miserable?"
"My poor lady, sob sob sob..."
Professionals are different; they can cry on cue, though their crying isn't very pleasant to hear.
If we're talking about who cries the most beautifully, it has to be Bai Xiaoxiao, who radiates maternal warmth and has the aura of a female lead.
The sight of him silently shedding tears broke the heart of the domineering CEO.
Sang Ling glanced around, then stared blankly at Sang Rou, who was hesitating on the sofa. Sang Rou slowly stood up and asked softly, "Should I...should I cry too?"
Although not crying might seem a bit out of place, she now feels like laughing.
For a moment, the entire ward was filled with rhythmic sobs.
If the suona were to sound at this moment, marking the start of a peak battle, I would feel I would be letting them down if I didn't die.
Fortunately, the three of them were rhythmic and finished in ten minutes.
Fu Zhirang and Sang Ce exchanged a glance and then left, their destination unknown.
Of course, Sang Ling and the others didn't care, because they were busy dividing the ducks.
Two duck legs and two duck wings, one for each of the four people in Sangling, is just right.
You ask why there's no Wang Ma?
Because she was happily gnawing on a duck head in one hand and a duck neck in the other.
So when Song Chuyi arrived, the five of them were eating with their mouths full of grease.
Everyone who sees it gets a share, so Wang Ma scooped out the last piece of the best part from the casserole and asked, "There's still a duck butt left, do you want some?"
Song Chuyi refused decisively.
"no!"
With a look of "not knowing the value of something," Wang Ma finally served her a bowl of old radish.
Holding the bowl, Song Chuyi: Am I really obligated to eat this?