Su Qiao was stunned for a moment before he reacted, and his mind exploded instantly.

The medicine she was taking! It's done!

What was wrong was all she could think about. What was wrong. When she got up and rushed to the kitchen, she didn't even bother to put on her slippers. She rushed to the door and was bumped into by a figure that came out from inside.

The man's body was covered in traces of black smoke, and there were a few black traces on his face.

Su Qiao was stunned for a while, but before he could speak, the other party spoke first, with a sullen voice, "If you don't want to live anymore, why not die in another way? Don't you know how ugly it is to be burned to death?"

"When Aunt Qing collects the body for you, do you want to scare her to death?"

She originally wanted to ask if the other person was hurt, but as soon as she spoke, she was rejected.

Fu Yanxiu saw the emotions in her eyes, from shock to worry, then back to coldness. The change in an instant made his heart hurt inexplicably.

There is no need for you to collect the body even if you die. Su Qiao didn't talk to him, pushed him away, and went to the kitchen.

The kitchen was a mess, and it was all black and numb. The pot had been burned to black carbon, and it was impossible to tell what had been cooked in it.

There was foam on the countertop and floor, and two fire extinguishers were thrown in the corner.

This fire extinguisher was prepared by Fu Yanxiu when she first moved here.

She also said at the time that he had a strong sense of worry. She was just teasing him at that time, but she didn't expect that his prophecy actually came into use.

Su Qiao looked around and saw that there was no safety problem, and then he breathed a sigh of relief.

The man was leaning against the dark door frame leisurely, with his hands folded in front of his chest. His noble and lazy temperament, coupled with the dark marks on his face, was somewhat funny.

After all, it was Fu Yanxiu who helped. Su Qiao stopped being harsh and said very politely, "Thank you."

The tone was as if Fu Yanxiu was a firefighter who had completed his work, and Su Qiao thanked him in a routine manner without any emotion at all.

Not at all.

Fu Yanxiu was unhappy. He didn't know why, even if Su Qiao said a few words to him, it was better than this.

He took a deep breath and then smiled, "Su Qiao, is this the way to thank someone? If the two of us touch each other, it's considered a thank you?"

Su Qiao frowned tightly, "Then what do you want?" She rolled her eyes slowly, "How about I buy a thank you gift?"

She nodded in agreement, "Okay, whatever you want, don't ask for something too expensive, I can't afford it."

Fu Yanxiu choked, pursed his lips into a straight line, and looked at Su Qiao intently.

Su Qiao spoke clearly calmly, but he just felt that something was wrong.

Yes, she is just too calm. She should be like a little hedgehog, showing her teeth and claws.

Should he be bullied or stubborn and unconvinced.

When you feel unhappy, you may even curse.

That is Su Qiao, that is what Su Qiao should be like in his heart, that is the fresh Su Qiao.

But now this woman, in front of him, was respectful and polite, which meant nothing at all.

bother.

Fu Yanxiu clenched his jaw tightly, "Okay, you can do it."

He turned around and left. Su Qiao looked innocent and wondered what he was causing trouble.

The mood changed so quickly that she wanted to check his pulse to see if he was menopausal.

She had no time to pay attention to him and turned to look at her kitchen.

She is good at everything, studies well, looks good, has a good figure, has a bright mind since she was a child, and is careful in her work.

In school, he is the teacher's eyeball, and other people's children.

But there is one drawback, it is not good at cooking.

In the past, when doing experiments in school and needing to boil medicine, the fans would rush over to do such trivial matters, and it was not Su Qiao's turn to do it himself.

Later, when she went out to work, she basically ate out, although she knew it was not good.

But she can't cook. No idea.

After following Fu Yanxiu, the man sent people to deliver meals to her every once in a while.

So, she still can’t cook.

Who would have thought that cooking a medicine could almost send her to heaven.

Looking at the mess in the kitchen, she was scared, why not?

If Fu Yanxiu hadn't come today, she might have confessed here.

Thinking of Fu Yanxiu, Su Qiao sighed. Regardless of whether Fu Yanxiu ignored her that day, he did save her life today.

But she was obviously very polite just now, but the other party didn't know why she was angry and was difficult to handle.

She sighed and walked out of the kitchen. It looked like an explosion scene, and she had no intention of cleaning it up, and she didn't have the strength. She thought she would go back to the room and take a nap first.

She had a cold at first, but now she was even more confused. Su Qiao beat her head and walked out of the kitchen. At a glance, she saw a sulking man sitting on the sofa.

The man's two long legs were stretched out casually, and his fingers were tapping on the phone screen. It could be seen that he was very angry, as if he wanted to poke a hole in the phone.

When she came out, the other party's eyes moved slightly, he caught a glimpse of her from the corner of his eye, and gave her a silent white look.

Su Qiao, "..." My head hurts even more.

"Thank you." Su Qiao thanked her again. This time she was obviously more sincere, so sincere that she even felt that she had gone too far.

Fu Yanxiu paused with his fingers and slowly raised his eyelids to look at Su Qiao, his eyes a little complicated.

In the past, Su Qiao would have just said, "I don't need you to collect the body even if I'm burned to death."

Or just say coquettishly, "Thank you, second brother."

He didn't want to hear such a businesslike thank you, it hurt his ears.

Although Fang Zheng had already persuaded him when he came, saying that it was normal for Miss Su to be in a bad mood after what she had just experienced, but women should still be coaxed.

But at this moment, Fu Yanxiu became so arrogant that he forgot all about Fang Zheng's words.

"Don't you know anything else except thank you?" Fu Yanxiu's face darkened, "Are you the new myna? I just learned a sentence."

Su Qiao took a deep breath, her head hurt, it really hurt.

She shook her head slightly, forget it, give up, she really can't serve this young master.

Without saying anything, he walked into the bedroom with a slumped head and gently closed the door.

Fu Yanxiu punched the cotton, and his breath was stuck in his chest.

He smiled coldly, with a cold look in his eyes, but as he smiled, the fear he felt when he was putting out the fire in the kitchen came rushing back.

He is not afraid of fire. When he saw the situation, he was very calm. He skillfully found the fire extinguisher and put out the fire in less than a minute.

He was afraid because he thought that if he didn't listen to Fang Zheng's advice today and didn't come back.

What will happen to Su Qiao?

I don’t know why, but those horrific scenes of the fire suddenly popped into my mind.

Let alone Lin Qing, if Su Qiao was really burned to charcoal, he wouldn't even have the courage to identify the body...

The more he thought about it, the more he became afraid. Fu Yanxiu's anger just disappeared.

He took a breath, stood up, and walked to the bedroom. Feeling unsure, he tentatively turned the doorknob.

The door is unlocked.

Fu Yanxiu opened the door and went in. He saw Su Qiao lying on the quilt, curled up into a small ball.

He was already thin, but now he was curled up into a small shrimp, with the spines on his back clearly defined, and he looked particularly pitiful.

The last spark of anger in Fu Yanxiu's heart went out with a pop.