Chapter 296： The wealthy wife's Shura Field (16)

Fu Yue was taken aback first, her long and narrow phoenix eyes widened and she shrank back subconsciously.

"..."

Look at Qi Jin.

Looking at her tied hands and feet again, Fu Yue's red lips twitched slightly, "Are you crazy?"

The slender young man took two steps closer to her, lowered his eyelashes, and looked at his masterpiece casually, his eyes flashing with satisfaction.

Hear Fu Yue's words.

He calmly said: "You sleep too irregularly."

"..." Fu Yue couldn't say anything: "So you tied me up? Qi Jin, your head in the gun?"

The man looked over indifferently, and said disapprovingly: "You are swearing."

Fu Yue: "..."

Sorry 3, she seems to be unable to keep up with this person's brain circuit.

Feeling her brain hurt suddenly, Fu Yue stared at Qi Jin, "You give me out."

The beautiful man stared at her and said quietly, "This is my bedroom."

Fu Yue stared back calmly: "I want to change my clothes, do you want to stay and watch?"

"..."

Frowning, Qi Jin pursed his lips. He just paused for two seconds before turning around and going out. When he reached the door, he turned around and looked at the rope that tied Fu Yue's wrist.

Reminded: "The rope hasn't been untied yet, don't you need help?"

Fu Yue raised her eyebrows, "Then come and help me untie it."

The fair-skinned and beautiful officer pulled his thin lips, noble and coldly refused, "No."

After speaking, he turned around and left, and closed the door intimately to Fu Yue.

Fu Yue: "..."

She found that Xiao Tiantian always likes to be tempted crazy on the verge of death.

The attributes of this silly critic in this world are also strange.

Fu Yue comforted herself in her heart.

What else can you do besides being spoiled? I can't just leave him alone.

Looking at the rope that bound her wrist, Fu Yue twitched the corner of her lips, and with one hand, she broke it abruptly.

After moving her a little sore wrist, she sat up and untied the rope tied to her ankle.

Stepped on a pair of slippers.

After Fu Yue got out of the bedroom, she looked around with her pretty eyes, but did not see Qi Jin's figure. He went to his study again and knocked on the door.

No one agreed, obviously not in it.

The black and white eyes rolled around, and the bad idea suddenly appeared.

Fu Yue sneaked into Qi Jin's study, catted, closed the door carefully, turned his head, and looked at the decoration in the study.

The dark-colored decoration has a somewhat antique flavor. There are several rows of foreign books on the shelves, neatly looking at it, which fits Qi Jin's boring gourd's temperament.

Except for a few neatly arranged documents, there are two pens on the desk and nothing else.

Fu Yue stretched out his guilty paw and moved towards the documents.

She folded each page by one corner, folded it crookedly, and closed it again.

The woman raised her slender eyebrows and curled her red lips with satisfaction.

Kill that obsessive-compulsive disorder!

Hearing the sound of footsteps coming from the door, the sound of army boots stepping on the floor, one by one, very regular.

Fu Yue: "..."

She flashed away, hid behind the bookshelf, and completely hid in, only a pair of beautiful eyes were exposed, staring straight out through the gap in the book.

Then Fu Yue saw that a hand wearing snow white gloves pushed open the door of the study.

Then there is the man's slender and straight figure, with a belt buckled on his waist, unreservedly showing his straight long legs.