After being tortured and reborn, the real daughter killed Song Nanxi Fu Jingyao crazy

As soon as Song Nanxi and the others walked out of the gate of Beijing University, they saw a black SUV parked on the roadside.

Seeing the familiar car, Song Nanxi walked over.

As soon as she walked to the car, she saw the window rolled down, and then Fu Jingyao's familiar face appeared in front of her.

"Why are you here?" Song Nanxi was slightly surprised when he saw Fu Jingyao.

Fu Jingyao curled his lips and smiled: "I just happened to be passing by."

At this time, Xiao Ye and Lin Zhiyin also came over.

Xiao Ye was speechless after hearing Fu Jingyao's words.

Of course he didn't believe that Fu Gou was passing by. It was such a coincidence that he was passing by.

However, he and Lin Zhiyin had a tacit understanding and got into another car next to them and did not use it as a light bulb.

When Fu Jingyao saw them leaving, he looked at Song Nanxi and said, "I'll take you home to change your clothes first, and I'll take you somewhere in the evening."

Song Nanxi had just finished running and was covered in sweat. She really needed to take a shower.

She originally thought Fu Jingyao would take her directly to Lin's house, but she didn't expect that he would drive the car to his private villa.

After the car stopped, he opened the door and walked to Song Nanxi's side, and opened the door for her.

Seeing the sweat on his little girl's forehead, Fu Jingyao had a trace of distress on his face.

"Is the military training tiring? Do you want me to tell the principal to let you skip this military training?" He said, reaching out to smooth back the sweat-soaked hair on her cheeks, and asked with concern.

Song Nanxi shook his head: "No, I haven't exercised for a long time."

Song Nanxi didn't feel tired at all, he just felt refreshed after finishing the run.

It was just that after the run, she was covered in sweat and the sticky feeling made her a little uncomfortable.

When Fu Jingyao saw what she said, he had to give up.

"I've asked someone to prepare clothes for you. They're upstairs. You can just change into them after taking a shower." Fu Jingyao led her in and said.

Song Nanxi nodded and walked up the stairs with familiarity.

While she was taking a bath, Fu Jingyao started cooking.

Thinking of such a large amount of exercise, Song Nanxi must be hungry.

So he had people prepare things a long time ago, all of which were the ingredients that Song Nanxi liked to eat.

Song Nanxi went upstairs, opened the cabinet and saw a wardrobe full of clothes in her size neatly arranged inside.

Even the close-fitting clothes are ready, in the size that suits her and the color she likes.

Although she never told Fu Jingyao what colors and styles she liked, he still observed them carefully.

Just like what she likes to eat, she has never said what she likes to eat, but this man seems to guess her thoughts every time and cooks what she likes to eat.

After Song Nanxi came out of the shower, she chose a comfortable home clothes and put it on.

She walked downstairs and saw Fu Jingyao wearing an apron and busy in the kitchen.

The man's slender, tall body was methodically preparing Song Nanxi's favorite food in the kitchen.

Even wearing an apron, it was difficult to conceal the noble and noble temperament on his body.

This was the first time that Song Nanxi watched him cooking so seriously. The man was preparing the dishes with a serious expression and his head lowered.

His fingers were long and slender with well-defined joints, and his cold white complexion made his hands even more beautiful, like works of art placed in the window.

Fu Jingyao lowered his head, seemingly unaware of Song Nanxi's approach.

Looking from her angle, she could see the man's cold and delicate profile.

Fu Jingyao seemed to notice it when Song Nanxi walked to the kitchen door.

He raised his head and saw the girl wearing a long white dress. She had just taken a shower and her hair had not yet been dried.

Her long, black and satin-like hair was draped casually over her shoulders, and her delicate face was so beautiful that people couldn't take their eyes away.

Seeing this, Fu Jingyao put down what he was doing and walked towards her.

"Why did the hair come out without blowing it dry?" Fu Jingyao asked with concern when he saw Song Nanxi's wet hair hanging on his shoulders.

As he said that, he went upstairs to get a hair dryer.

"come over."

Fu Jingyao took Song Nanxi to the sofa and sat down. He held a hair dryer in his hand and began to blow her hair gently.

Song Nanxi seemed to be used to Fu Jingyao doing this. She closed her eyes, placed herself comfortably on his lap, and let him blow dry her hair.

Not sure if it was too comfortable, Song Nanxi lay on his lap and fell asleep gently.

Seeing this, Fu Jingyao took a blanket and covered her body.

Looking at Song Nanxi's sleeping face, Fu Jingyao looked gentle and stretched out his hand to gently trace her eyebrows, nose, and finally his fingers landed on her mouth.

He lowered his head slightly and placed a very gentle kiss on her lips.

When Song Nanxi finally woke up, it was already dark.

Song Nanxi happened to be hungry too. As soon as she got up, she saw Fu Jingyao sitting on the sofa next to her, doing the work at hand.

"Are you awake? Are you hungry?" Fu Jingyao asked with a smile after seeing her wake up.

Song Nanxi nodded: "A little bit."

"Wait for me for a while. You go and wash your face first. Food will be ready in a while." Fu Jingyao said and put down the laptop in his hand.

Song Nanxi got up from the sofa and walked into the bathroom.

After she washed her face and tidied up, she saw that Fu Jingyao had put the food on the table.

Song Nanxi couldn't help but make a "gurgling" sound in her stomach when she smelled the food.

After Fu Jingyao heard this, he helped her pull out the chair in a funny way.

"Eat quickly." He sat across from Song Nanxi and helped her pick up the vegetables.

Song Nanxi was indeed hungry. After training for a while this afternoon, his physical strength was almost exhausted. When he started to eat, the food was very fragrant.

"Don't be anxious, eat slowly." Seeing her gobbling up the food, Fu Jingyao couldn't help but say.

Song Nanxi doesn't have to go to military training tomorrow, so he's not in a hurry to pack his things.

After eating, Song Nanxi sat on the sofa and picked up the business magazine that Fu Jingyao had taken before and started reading.

I have to say, this man seems to be born for the camera, he can be seen perfectly from any angle.

After Fu Jingyao took a shower, he went downstairs and saw Song Nanxi reading enthusiastically with his own magazine.

Seeing this, he walked over, with a smile on his lips, a pair of fox eyes brightening, and he lay next to her ear and asked softly: "Isn't your husband handsome if you like it so much?"

Song Nanxi was in a trance and didn't hear the name he called before. Instead, he nodded seriously and commented: "Indeed, it looks good."

Fu Jingyao walked over, put his hand on her waist, easily picked her up from the sofa and put her on his lap.

A magnetic voice sounded in her ears in a low and seductive tone: "Xi'er, please call me husband."