Go crazy, who can be crazier than you? [Villainous Female Supporting Character]

Chapter 161 Scheming Darling: Today is another day of pampering my little pet!

Fu Zhirang had already quietly pulled out his weapon, ready to deliver a fatal blow to the wild man on the ground at any moment.

Sang Ling, engrossed in her text message, was completely unaware of his unease and led him further inside.

As Fu Zhirang passed by the boy, he swiftly and accurately stabbed the boy in the vital spot with a backhand strike. Fortunately, the boy opened his eyes at the last moment.

His instinctive reaction to the danger made him quickly roll to the side.

The sharp dagger stuck in the ground, close to his hair. The boy's blank eyes instantly cleared, and he stared in astonishment at the dagger so close to his face, cursing loudly.

"Fake!"

Fu Zhirang's eyes flashed with disappointment when he missed, but he pulled out the dagger without any guilt and prepared to stab again.

Sang heard the voice and turned around in confusion, immediately seeing the boy lying on the ground cursing at Jiao Jiao.

She frowned, took two steps forward and hid Fu Jiaojiao behind her, glaring at him protectively, "Why are you awake?"

Sang Ling frowned.

Sure enough, not enough injections were given.

She woke up so quickly.

"If you don't wake up soon, I'm going to die!" The boy's face turned red, then pale, and he roared in a fit of rage.

Sang Ling was startled by the shout and turned around in confusion to look at Fu Jiaojiao, who had a blank but innocent expression.

The boy roared, "It was him! He just tried to kill me, and the knife in his hand is proof!"

Fu Jiaojiao quietly lowered her eyes to meet her gaze, her eyes revealing an innocent look.

Sang Ling lowered her eyes to look at the other person's fair hands.

Yes, she looks so pretty with her fair and clean skin.

So, where's the knife?

Sang Ling watched as Fu Jiaojiao slowly blinked with empty hands, and suddenly felt guilty for the slight wavering she had just experienced.

She actually doubted the gentle and kind Jiao Jiao; she deserves to die.

The boy's eyes widened in disbelief.

No, where did you hide the knife? You were just holding a knife with a fierce look on your face, as if you wanted to kill me.

The boy was so angry at Fu Zhirang's innocent and bewildered expression that he gritted his teeth.

Even before Sang Ling turned around, Fu Zhirang had already sheathed his knife and suppressed his murderous aura.

He knew that the little pet was timid and would definitely be afraid of seeing bloody scenes.

As a good owner, he naturally had to consider his beloved pet, so he decided to secretly kill the damned person behind her back.

So, Fu Jiaojiao, with her head lowered and looking delicate, gave the boy a sinister look from where Sang Ling couldn't see.

"Look, look, look at his eyes!" the boy immediately complained.

Sang Ling tilted her head curiously to look, only to see Jiao Jiao's aggrieved yet resolute gaze.

Enraged, she turned around and glared at the shouting boy, "Shut up."

Then, with a backhand motion, he stuck another needle into his neck.

The young man was blind and could not close his eyes.

After dealing with the boy, Sang Ling turned back with heartache in her eyes and patted Jiao Jiao's head, saying, "Our Jiao Jiao has been wronged."

"Let me make this clear first, I have no doubts about you." He didn't forget to try and prove himself, even though he seemed a little guilty.

Fu Zhirang's eyes flickered, he wrapped his arms around her waist, lowered his head to bury his face in her neck and nuzzled her gently, his sexy, husky voice reaching her ears, "Mmm."

Sang Ling pulled Fu Jiaojiao to sit down. She hadn't received a reply to the message she had just sent, so she prepared to send a few more.

She was halfway down when her waist was suddenly grabbed, and she was pulled onto Fu Zhirang's lap by a sway.

Sang Ling looked up in confusion.

"The ground is cold," Fu Zhirang explained casually, then pulled the person into his arms.

What if my pet gets sick because it has delicate skin and is dressed in thin clothes, and the ground is cold and hard?

Sang Ling blinked slowly, said nothing, and stayed comfortably in his arms, even leaning closer to him.

Seeing how dependent the little pet was on him, Fu Zhirang's lips curled up slightly.

He diligently took out the last few compressed biscuits he had, unwrapped the bag, and fed them to her.

"eat."

Sang Ling, whose attention was focused on the communicator, subconsciously opened her mouth and took a bite, eating it in small bites, chewing with her cheeks puffed out.

Fu Zhirang suddenly felt that the scene was very familiar.

It seems like the little pet had chewed on things in front of him before.

A fleeting darkness crossed his eyes.

So, the pet was originally his, but he forgot about it for some reason, right?

Thinking of this, Fu Zhirang turned his head to look at the boy on the ground with a sinister look. It was he who took advantage of his amnesia to kidnap the little pet.

A chilling murderous intent emanated from his eyes.

If the boy were awake, he would surely start cursing and yelling, "Crazy old man!"

Just as Fu Zhirang was secretly plotting how to kill the boy quietly, Sang Ling finally received a reply from Old Xu.

【oral.】

Sang Ling looked at the two words in the reply, paused for a moment, and then took out some grass from her pocket.

First, he picked off the red berries and stuffed them into Fu Zhirang's mouth.

Fu Zhirang was taken aback when his mouth was stuffed full. He looked down at the bright-eyed girl, chewed twice, and swallowed.

He looked at her with an inscrutable expression.

Unexpectedly, the little pet went out to find food for him. Just as he felt both sorry for it and touched, a handful of grass was stuffed into his mouth.

Fu Zhirang, with a handful of grass in his mouth: ...

Should he tell his pet that he doesn't eat grass?

"Eat, but don't spit it out." Perhaps sensing that he didn't want to eat, Sang Ling reached out and covered his mouth first.

Fu Zhirang frowned and hesitated for a few seconds. Seeing that the little girl seemed to really want him to eat it, and remembering that she had gone to great lengths to find it, his heart softened.

And so, with his mouth covered, Fu Zhirang chewed and chewed until he finished eating the grass in his mouth.

Sang Ling breathed a sigh of relief, but as soon as her hand left his lips, her wrist was grabbed and she was pulled back.

A soft, damp touch came from my palm, and I was taken aback to meet the other person's deep, focused gaze.

Oh no, Jiaojiao has really turned into a big dog.