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

Chapter 130 Damn it, I've encountered a seductive little devil chicken.

Lin Yan, who was already on the verge of collapse, completely broke down when she heard Wang Ma's next words.

"On another note, eating farts is fine, but don't eat Wang Ma's farts!"

After her emotions crumbled, her expression went blank, and she stared at Wang Ma, who was showing concern, with a deathly accusatory gaze.

Wang Ma seemed to realize that what she said was inappropriate, and opened her mouth to try to express it more tactfully.

Lin Yan immediately raised his hand to stop him.

"Bieyun, I'm leaving."

Watching Lin Yan's resolute departing figure, Wang Ma clicked her tongue in regret, "Such a good child, why did he have to be so foolish?"

Sang Ling lifted her eyelids and quietly looked at Wang Ma, who was frowning. She pursed her lips, hesitating to speak.

Thinking of Bai Xiaoxiao who had just left, Wang Ma took off her apron and said to Sang Ling, "Miss, the chicken soup is on the stove. It needs to simmer for two hours."

"If there's nothing else, I'll go check on the young mistress first."

After talking to Sang Ling, she pulled out another lively, giggling dog from somewhere.

He strode off with a chicken by the neck in one hand and a cleaver in the other, looking as proud and imposing as if he were heading to the battlefield.

It seems they're planning to find another place to kill chickens like Wang Ma did.

After Wang Ma left, the ward returned to silence, and Sang Ling lay down contentedly and slowly closed her eyes.

However, the aroma of boiling chicken soup continued to waft from the small kitchen.

Sang Ling tossed and turned in bed, unable to sleep. Finally, she couldn't stand it any longer and sat up, staring intently in the direction of the small kitchen.

Damn it, what a seductive little vixen!

Sang Ling threw off the covers and got out of bed, ready to deal with the tempting little devil chicken in the pot.

Unexpectedly, after getting out of bed and taking only two steps, he suddenly felt dizzy, his vision went black, and he instantly lost all his strength.

Just before she was about to fall to the ground, a long, strong arm grabbed her and gently pulled her into its embrace.

Falling into a familiar, warm embrace, Sang Ling was stunned for a while before the scene before her eyes slowly became clear.

"Baby, did you fall? Does it hurt anywhere?"

Fu Zhirang arrived just in time, holding the little girl in his arms, his heart aching with worry as he cradled her cheeks and watched her anxiously.

A hint of panic appeared on his handsome face, and a trace of lingering fear lingered in his eyes.

She glanced at the sharp bed legs and pressed her lips together.

If he hadn't happened to come back, the little girl would have bumped her head on it.

Fu Zhirang touched Sang Ling's head with lingering fear.

"What's wrong? Are you feeling unwell?" Seeing that Sang Ling was not in a good condition, Fu Zhirang quickly picked her up and checked her over.

Sang Ling's face was being held and rubbed repeatedly, which cleared her dizzy and confused mind.

She pouted, "I'm fine."

"Then how could you suddenly faint?" Fu Zhirang frowned, seemingly in disbelief.

Sang Ling blinked, pursed her lips, puffed out her cheeks slightly, and said slowly, "She's probably been bewitched by the fragrance."

Fu Zhirang looked up in confusion.

Sang Ling turned her gaze toward the direction of the small kitchen.

Fu Zhirang then smelled the aroma of chicken soup in the air and turned to look.

Sang Ling finally got to eat the little devil chicken that had been seducing her and keeping her awake at night.

Under Fu Zhirang's feeding, he ate half a chicken and two bowls of soup in one go, his cheeks bulging and his eyes crinkling.

Fu Zhirang found it somewhat amusing that the little girl still looked like she wanted more after he had fed her to her heart's content.

"Is it really that delicious?"

"Ang~"

Sang Ling nodded, her gaze still fixed on the remaining half-pot of chicken soup, unable to look away.

Fu Zhirang was so angry he almost laughed, and asked trickily, "Is my cooking tastier, or is hers?"

Sang Ling's eyes widened, indicating that she felt tricked.

He even frowned in confusion, hesitated, and stammered as he spoke.

"Jiaojiao's cooking is naturally delicious, but Wang Ma's chicken soup is also fantastic!"

Seeing the girl's conflicted expression, Fu Zhirang twitched the corners of his mouth, then suddenly leaned closer and lightly kissed her luscious red lips.

He smiled and stepped aside.

"Yes, it's great."

Sang Ling was momentarily dazed, then pursed her lips and looked at him.

A strange, sarcastic voice came from the doorway.

"Oh~ yes~ that's~ great~~"

His tone was sarcastic enough to make the two of them turn their heads to look.