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

  Chapter 116 You hug me so often, the influence is not good (1)

  Fu Juncheng turned around and walked towards the teaching building.

  The corridor was dark and cold.

  Found Class C, the falsely hidden back door was blown open by the wind.

  Fu Juncheng glanced into the classroom, and in the darkness, a slender figure was lying on the desk, motionless, as if asleep.

  He frowned, lifted his foot and walked in.

  The sound of footsteps was extremely light, but it couldn't escape Gu Qingning's ears.

  She half-closed her eyes, and slowly straightened up.

  Looking sideways, seeing the person who was sending her a message just a second ago suddenly appear here, a trace of surprise appeared on his pale face.

   When did he come?

   "Why are you sweating?"

  His slender and jade-like hand fell on her forehead, and Fu Juncheng looked down at her pale face, frowning.

   "What's uncomfortable?"

  Gu Qingning came back to his senses, tried his best to suppress the dull pain in his abdomen, and lay down on the desk again.

  She said in a muffled voice, "No, it's because the classroom is too hot."

  This reason is too clumsy.

   It's fake when you hear it.

  Fu Juncheng's eyes darkened, he squatted down, and his eyes swept over her hand against her abdomen.

  Recalling her stomachache last time, his face darkened.

   "Stomach pain again?"

  Gu Qingning tilted her head and pointed the back of her head at him, her voice was hoarse and weak, "No."

  Used to see children arrogant and wanton, now they look sick, Fu Juncheng's deep eyes are full of distress.

  The people beside him suddenly fell silent, but Gu Qingning was not used to it.

  She turned her head, and the unique cold fragrance brushed against the tip of her nose, getting too close, making her face hot.

  In a trance, the man's long arms passed through her knees and hugged her horizontally.

  My aunt's pain didn't ease, Gu Qingning's voice was slightly hoarse, "You, what are you doing hugging me, let me down."

  Fu Juncheng paused, looked down at her, his long and narrow eyes were so dark that he couldn't see his emotions clearly.

   "Go to the hospital."

  Gu Qingning's eyes twitched, struggling to get down, "I'm really fine, I won't go to the hospital."

  Going to the hospital because of her aunt's pain, she doesn't want to lose face.

   "Gu Qingning."

   A cold voice escaped from his throat, and his tone was a little more severe than usual.

  In my impression, this was the first time he called her by her first and last name like this.

  Gu Qingning froze, raised her head, and inadvertently looked into those eyes as deep as the sea.

  The man's superior jaw line was tightened, and a serious look appeared on his face, as if he was angry.

   Realizing this, Gu Qingning curled her lips, feeling a little faint for some reason.

  She whispered, "I don't want to go to the hospital."

  The gentle voice struck his heartstrings, and Fu Juncheng lost his temper instantly.

  His eyes softened, and he sighed, "Forget it."

   If she didn't go to the hospital, he asked the doctor to come.

  When Gu Qingning heard this, the corners of his lips curved.

  Fu Juncheng put her down, picked up the schoolbag with one hand, and held her hand with the other.

   Palms pressed together, her hands were frighteningly cold.

  He frowned and pulled her out.

  Gu Qingning followed passively, looking at the man beside him with confused eyes, "Where are you going?"

   Don't you need to go to the hospital?

  Concerned that she was not feeling well, Fu Juncheng slowed down.

   "Go back to the villa."

  Go to the villa?

  Gu Qingning opened her eyes slightly, and hurriedly said, "I have to go to class tomorrow."

  The journey to the villa is not short, and it takes time to go back and forth.

  She has to go to class tomorrow morning, so she must be late when she gets back.

  Fu Juncheng said calmly, "I will take you back tomorrow morning."

"Can…"

   “Take a helicopter and never be late.”

  He dispelled all her worries with one sentence.

  Gu Qingning couldn't laugh or cry, he flew a helicopter last time, did he think she wasn't famous enough in school?

  She lowered her head, only to notice that he was holding her hand.

  Same as the hand in the dream, with slender fingers and skin like porcelain jade, like a finely crafted work of art.

  Different from her cold hands, his hands were very warm, and the fiery temperature spread to her palm and spread to the depths of her soul.

  Gu Qingning's thick eyelashes trembled, and an unknown feeling flowed through the bottom of her heart, taking root and sprouting there.

   "Fu Juncheng, you, your hand..."

  She struggled lightly, but unexpectedly, her hand was held even tighter.

  Fu Juncheng looked back at her with open eyes, "What's wrong with your hand?"

   "..."

   Until getting into his car, Gu Qingning was still dazed.

  However, for the time being, she didn't have the heart to think about anything else, and her whole body was tormented by dysmenorrhea.

  She bent her legs, her thin body curled up into a ball, her hair wet with cold sweat stuck to her forehead, her face was pale, and she was extremely weak and embarrassed.

  Fu Juncheng was driving the car, keeping his eyes on her all the time.

  Seeing the painful expression on her face, a trace of worry slipped through his dark eyes.

   "Ningning, what's wrong with you, why does it hurt?"

  He kept asking, Gu Qingning didn't start.

   After a moment of silence, a very soft voice sounded.

   “…dysmenorrhea.”

  Fu Juncheng was stunned for a moment, and immediately recalled the reason why she insisted not to go to the hospital.

  He was speechless for a moment, freed one hand to pick up the phone, and quickly sent a message.

  …

   An hour and a half later.

  Every time I come to the villa, I am so embarrassed, Gu Qingning himself finds it funny.

  She laughed at herself, Fu Juncheng came over and just saw, "What are you laughing at?"

  Gu Qingning walked in shuffling, "The last time I came to the villa, I was injured all over, and now I am in such a mess."

   Within two steps, the people behind caught up and hugged her.

  The movements of flowing clouds and flowing water seem to have been rehearsed countless times.

  Gu Qingning raised her small face, from her angle, she could still see his deep browbones.

  Looking down, you can still see his handsome nose bridge.

  She is not a face controler, but I have to admit that this person is really good-looking.

  She cleared her throat and said, "You keep hugging me like this, it's not good."

  Fu Juncheng raised his eyebrows, "What influence?"

  Gu Qingning thought for a while, and choked out a sentence, "It's easy to be misunderstood."

   Walking into the living room, Fu Juncheng went straight upstairs, "Including you?"

  Gu Qingning was stunned for a moment, "Huh?"

  Fu Juncheng reached out and pressed the fingerprint lock, and the door opened with a beep.

  He raised his foot and walked in, only then did Gu Qingning realize something was wrong.

   This room is his.

   "Are you feeling better?"

   Fu Juncheng put her on the bed, reached out and stroked her head.

  Gu Qingning sat on the edge of the bed, raised her head, her delicate little face had a tinge of sickly whiteness.

   "What do you bring me to your room, I'll just live in the previous room."

  Fu Juncheng lowered his eyebrows, "The guest room hasn't been cleaned yet, so you can rest here for a while."

   As he spoke, he turned to pour water for her.

  Gu Qingning looked out the window, it was already dark.

  She retracted her gaze, wandered around, and found that it was the same as the bedroom in the Wanjin Mansion, all in cool tones.

  Fu Juncheng came back, holding a cup in his hand, "Drink some water."

  Gu Qingning reached out to take the cup, lowered his head and drank two mouthfuls of hot water, the dull pain in his abdomen was slightly relieved.

  Fu Juncheng suddenly remembered something, and walked outside, "You wait here."

   And ha...