Chapter 290： The wealthy wife's Shura Field (11)

The man is tall, with wide shoulders, slender waist and long legs. Because he had just taken a shower, his eyes like black jade seemed to be covered with a mist, and a few strands of hair scattered on his forehead.

Ying Hong's lips twitched.

"...What are you doing?"

Fu Yue cast a wink at him, pinched his throat, and said contrivedly: "I recommend myself a pillow."

"..." The expression on Qi Jin's face was a bit hard to say, his eyes seemed to be looking at a neurosis.

"Get out."

The young officer Ying Hong's thin lips moved, still cherishing the words like gold.

Fu Yue also shook her head calmly, her red lips pressed together, "No."

In the face of her own little Tiantian, she doesn't feel that she needs to be reserved, just like this, boldly go up to him!

The two looked at each other.

The atmosphere froze for a while, visible to the naked eye, the man's face sank, his delicate eyebrows almost frozen.

"Su Chiyue, don't challenge my patience."

Fu Yue blinked her black and white eyes, opened her phoenix eyes wide, and said innocently: "I don't mind if you put me on the spot~"

Qi Jin: "..."

He was almost irritated with a smile, a faint arc stretched out on his beautiful white face, and his long, straight legs took two steps forward.

Stretching out her distinct hand, she clasped the woman's slender waist.

But who knows that through the pajamas, the man's white fingertips just touched the cold white waist, with a delicate touch like porcelain.

Qi Jin was stunned for a moment.

At such a moment of stunnedness, Fu Yue caught a gap. She raised her hand and slammed her arm around the man's neck, pressing one of her hands hard, turning over and pressing him on the bed.

Then I kissed the red lips.

A stance of an overlord holding the bow.

The young and beautiful officer opened his indifferent and dark eyes slightly, and he froze in an instant.

Four eyes face each other.

Fu Yue didn't close his eyes, but looked at Qi Jin with a smile, a small crimson tongue stuck out, and he painted the other's thin and red lips.

"..."

Qi Jin was really surprised by Fu Yue's rogue behavior.

After reacting, he raised his hand and pushed Fu Yue away, then stood up, staring at Fu Yue coldly with his clean and beautiful eyes.

People who have always been cold-tempered and taciturn have no idea what to say, "You..."

Fu Yue looked back calmly, and languidly collapsed on the bed, supporting his head with one hand, a white wrist exposed from the cuffs, "The marshal hasn't kissed?"

Qi Jin: "..."

The woman seemed to smile, and cast a wink at him: "What about innocence... Do you want to try again?"

The man's thin lips were pursed, and his white face was slightly angry. He looked at Fu Yue coldly.

The slender fingers lifted up, holding a gun, the snow-white fingertips pressed against the trigger, and the black muzzle was aimed at Fu Yue.

"Get out."

The low-magnetic, clear voice implies anger.

Fu Yue was a little injured.

She was really sad for Xiao Tiantian to treat her this way.

With her red lips pursing, the woman's long and narrow phoenix eyes gave Qi Jin a murmur.

"The marshal hates me so?"

The corners of the young and beautiful military officer’s lips stretched out a bit, a bit mocking, "Su Chiyue, I have already said that if you insist on marrying me, then you can only be a nameless Mrs. Qi for a lifetime, my attitude Never changed."

Fu Yue felt that she could save it, and bargained, "Is there no room for maneuver?"

Lowering his curled eyelashes, Qi Jin said coldly: "We are absolutely impossible."