Chapter 291： The wealthy wife's Shura Field (12)

Fu Yue looked at him deeply, then turned over and got off the bed, raised his hand and pushed away the gun in Qi Jin's hand, and muffled: "I see."

She didn't entangle any more, pursed her red lips, walked out of the bedroom very simply, and glanced back when the door was closed.

It was against the indifferent and dark eyes of the young officer.

Fu Yue felt a heartache again.

Forget it, the sweetness of this world is too cold, you have to take your time.

She'd better get rid of the two guys Sheng Jinghua and Qin Shuhan first, if Qi Jin knew that she had made him green and stepped on three boats... then she would have no chance.

Hear the sound of the door closing.

Qi Jin tightened his long eyelashes and pursed his thin lips. He looked at the gun in his hand coldly, and then took it back carelessly.

Raising his hand and wiping his thin red lips slightly, the young officer frowned, his expression obviously disgusting.

the next day.

Fu Yue got up early, she was still dressed in a neutral outfit today, handsome and unrestrained, and the corners of her eyes and eyebrows were arbitrary.

Since the last time he killed the chicken and the monkey and shot Mu Anya, none of the servants in the Qi mansion dared to neglect Fuyue anymore. For fear that the young lady might not go well one day, they shot them.

When Fu Yue went downstairs, she unexpectedly discovered that Qi Jin had also gotten up, as if he had just started eating.

Fu Yue walked over naturally, and then sat down on the other side of the dining table. The maid quickly served her breakfast.

He raised his head and glanced at the man opposite.

Qi Jin didn't look at her, he was eating on his own. He lowered his head slightly, the curve of his white chin was beautiful and delicate.

He moves very slowly, chewing slowly, and every move is elegant.

Completely when Fu Yue does not exist.

"..."

Fu Yue was not annoyed by being so ignored, picked up the white jade spoon, scooped a spoonful of porridge, and drank slowly.

Take a few sips.

The woman raised her eyes and stared at Qi Jin, faintly said: "A few days ago, Mu Anya came to me."

Qi Jin raised his eyes to look at her.

The expression on his face was still cold, clean and beautiful eyes, and the look that flashed by inside was obviously puzzled.

He doesn't seem to know who Mu Anya is.

Fu Yue took the spoon and slowly stirred the porridge in the bowl, and continued: "She said she was pregnant with your child, and she came here."

"..."

Qi Jin opened his mouth to deny, he didn't know Mu Anya at all.

But after thinking about it carefully, he didn't seem to have to explain to Su Chiyue, his blushing lips moved and spit out three cold words.

"You can't speak."

Fu Yue: "..."

With a jump of her eyelids, she almost fell off the spoon in her hand with anger.

This dead king Heng!

The long and narrow phoenix eyes gave him a fierce look, and Fu Yue lost his appetite in an instant, put down the spoon, took the bag and turned around and left.

Qi Jin did not lift his head, and continued to eat slowly, his fingers with snow-white gloves were spotless, clean and elegant.

Just by looking at the man's movements, with a stern look, you know that this man's temperament is absolutely serious.

Don't laugh, and don't usually have any expressions.

Bai was blinded by that stunning face of Qingcheng.

The seriousness of doing things is so serious that it makes people seriously suspect that he has OCD.

As for the cleanliness, needless to say, because Fu Yue lay down on the bed yesterday, Qi Jin directly asked him to change the sheets. Had it not been for the bed recognition, he might just want to change the room.