Chapter 90： Is the child controlled by hand?

Fu Shimo and Yan Zhixu were walking downstairs in the hospital.

In the middle of the night, this place was dimly lit, and there were nasty mosquitoes flying around.

After he sent her to the red carpet, he went straight to the hospital, and even the luggage was still empty in the temporary vacated lounge of the hospital.

The driver Xiao Wang went to pick up the luggage.

There were only the two of them downstairs in the inpatient department.

Yan Zhixu felt the evening wind slowly coming out, staring at his hand with a hint of longing in his eyes.

Seemingly aware of her sight, Fu Shimo's fingers trembled slightly.

A hint of tenderness flashed in his eyes, "Little boy, have you figured out what you want?"

The voice was flat as usual, and the softness was fleeting, so that people couldn't spy on his true emotions.

Yan Zhixu raised his head and stared at him, with cunning in his smart eyes, "President Fu, you can give me anything I want?"

She raised her eyebrows, her words were clear, and the ambiguous words came out of her mouth, not at all charming.

Fu Shimo's throat overflowed with a low and hoarse smile, "Tell me about it."

The coldness in his eyes dissipated a little bit, and he was no longer so alienated.

Yan Zhixu licked his lower lip, "Dean Fu really has a good pair of hands."

Sensing that there was a little bit of envy in her voice, he laughed a little dumbly.

Pretending to not understand the meaning of her words, "The hand grows on me, so I might not be able to give it to you."

Seeing him pretending to be deaf and dumb, a string of question marks appeared on Yan Zhixu's head.

This scene is very familiar, how long has she used this trick to deal with my uncle? The retribution fell on her.

She raised the hat on her head to widen her vision, "President Fu, I don't have such a strong taste."

Fu Shimo was silent.

She didn't speak again.

The two of them just stood to feed the mosquitoes, and neither of them said anything to break the peace.

Occasionally someone passed by them, and they didn't stop there, and hurriedly walked towards the inpatient building.

The night was dark, the stars were sparse, and the moonlight was hazy.

The atmosphere of the hospital is quiet and peaceful.

A man and a woman stood side by side, from a distance, even if they couldn't see their faces clearly, they were slender and straight, and they looked like a good match.

After about a few minutes, Fu Shimo moved his fingers, and the thumb and index finger of his right hand rubbed slightly.

He looked at her, "It turns out that the child is still a hand control."

Yan Zhixu didn't dodge or hide, and didn't think there was anything to be embarrassed about.

Looking directly into his eyes, he nodded, and replied casually, "Hmmm."

Fu Shimo smiled suddenly.

The smile does not seem to be alienated from other people, the corners of the mouth are raised, and the cold and arrogant face is stained with a vulgar atmosphere, but it seems that waves are brewing in the bottom of the eyes, which makes people feel a little dangerous.

"kid."

"Even if these hands are dissecting the corpse with a scalpel in a place you can't see, opening the brain and cutting the belly, and stained with blood, do you still like it?"

He stared at her with a burning gaze that made people unable to ignore, and the turbulent emotions in his eyes made people incomprehensible.

"Tsk."

Seeing the cold and clear man's face change, Yan Zhixu smiled, wild and wild, and the blood in his bones boiled slightly.

This man is abstinent and lustful, and always feels very emotional.

Before she could say the answer, there was a sound of footsteps behind her.

The driver Xiao Wang strode forward with Fu Shimo's luggage, panting, "President Fu, Miss Yan, we can go."

Yan Zhixu shrugged and chuckled, "Okay."

Xiao Wang: "..."

Holding his luggage, he felt cold all around him, raised his hands and rubbed his arms, and sighed earnestly, "F's night is still quite cold, Dean Fu wears less clothes, is it cold?"

Fu Shimo stretched out his hand and took the luggage from Xiao Wang's hand, his face was cold, and his smile had long since faded, "Not cold."

Pulling the luggage, lift your feet and walk forward.