Chapter 296 The Asura Field of the Rich Wife (16)

Fu Yue was startled at 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 casually looked at his masterpiece, a little satisfaction flashed in his eyes.

Hear Fu Yue's words.

He said calmly, "You sleep too irregularly."

"..." Fu Yue couldn't believe it: "So you tied me up? Qi Jin, did you get a gun in your head?"

The man looked over indifferently, and said in disapproval, "You speak dirty words."

Fu Yue: "..."

Sorry for 3, she can't seem to keep up with this person's brain circuit.

Feeling the sudden pain in her brain, Fu Yue stared at Qi Jin, "Get out for me."

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

Fu Yue stared back calmly: "I want to change 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 again and looked at the rope binding Fu Yue's wrist.

Reminding: "The rope has not been untied, don't you need help?"

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

The fair-skinned and beautiful officer tugged at his thin lips, then noblely and coldly refused, "No."

After finishing speaking, he turned around and went out, and closed the door for Fu Yue intimately.

Fu Yue: "..."

She found that Britney always likes to make crazy attempts on the verge of death.

The attributes of this idiot in this world are also strange.

Fu Yue comforted herself in her heart.

My own son, what else can I do besides pampering him, I can't just let him go.

Glancing at the rope that bound her wrist, Fu Yue tugged at the corner of her lips, and with a force in her hand, she tore it off abruptly.

After moving her slightly sore wrist, she sat up and untied the rope tied around her ankle.

Stepped on a pair of slippers.

After Fu Yue left the bedroom, she looked around with her beautiful eyes, but she didn't see Qi Jin. He went to his study again and knocked on the door.

No one agreed, obviously not inside.

The black and white pupils rolled around, and bad ideas popped up all at once.

Fu Yue sneaked into Qi Jin's study room, leaned over, closed the door carefully, then turned his head, and took a few glances at the decoration and furnishings in the study room.

The dark-toned decoration has a bit of an antique flavor, and there are several rows of foreign language books on the bookshelf, which are neat and orderly, which seems to be in line with Qi Jin's boring nature.

Apart from a few neatly arranged documents and two pens, there was nothing else on the desk.

Fu Yue stretched out his sinful claws towards those documents.

She folded a corner of each page, crookedly, and closed it again.

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

Kill that obsessive-compulsive disorder!

I heard footsteps coming from the door, and the sound of military boots stepping on the floor, one after another, very regular.

Fu Yue: "..."

With a dodge, she hid behind the bookshelf, completely hiding in it, only revealing a pair of beautiful eyes, staring straight out through the gaps in the books.

Then, Fu Yue saw a hand wearing a snow-white glove pushing open the door of the study.

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