Chapter 291 The Asura Field of the Rich Wife (12)

Fu Yue looked at him deeply, then turned over and got off the bed, raised his hand to push away the gun held in Qi Jin's hand, and said sullenly, "I see."

She didn't pester her any more, she pursed her red lips, and walked out of the bedroom briskly. When the door was closed, she glanced back.

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

Fu Yue felt a heartache again.

Forget it, Britney in this world is too cold, so take your time.

She'd better get rid of Sheng Jinghua and Qin Shuhan first, if Qi Jin knew that she had a crush on him, she would step on three boats... Then she would have no chance.

Hear the sound of the door closing.

Qi Jin lowered his long eyelashes and pursed his thin lips. He looked at the gun in his hand coldly, and then retracted it casually.

Raising his hand, he wiped his crimson thin lips slightly. The young officer frowned, his expression clearly showing disgust.

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the next day.

Fu Yue got up early, she was still dressed in that neutral outfit today, handsome and unrestrained, the corners of her eyes and brows were full of wantonness.

Since the last time Mu Anya was shot to make an example of others, none of the servants in the Qi Mansion dared to neglect Fu Yue anymore. They were afraid that the young lady would get upset one day, so they would shoot them.

When Fu Yue went downstairs, she was surprised to find that Qi Jin had already woken up, as if he had just started eating.

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

He looked up at the man across from him.

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 moved very slowly, chewed slowly, and his every move was full of grace.

Completely pretend that Fu Yue does not exist.

"..."

Being so ignored, Fu Yue was not annoyed, picked up a white jade spoon, took a spoonful of porridge, and drank it slowly.

I took a few sips.

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

Qi Jin looked up at her.

The expression on his face was still indifferent, and there was a flash of doubt in his clean and beautiful eyes.

He didn't seem to know who Mu Anya was.

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

"..."

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

But thinking about it carefully, he didn't seem to need to explain to Su Chiyue, his crimson lips moved, and he uttered three cold words.

"Eat without words."

Fu Yue: "..."

Eyelids twitched, and she was so angry that she almost dropped the spoon in her hand.

Damn Junheng!

The long and narrow phoenix eyes glared at him fiercely, Fu Yue lost her appetite in an instant, put down the spoon, took the bag, turned around and left.

Qi Jin didn't raise his head, and continued to eat slowly, with fingers in white gloves, spotless, clean and elegant.

Just by looking at the man's movements, one can tell that this man's temperament is absolutely serious.

He doesn't smile, and usually has no expression.

He was blinded by that stunning face.

He is so serious and serious that it makes people seriously suspect that he has obsessive-compulsive disorder.

As for the obsession with cleanliness, needless to say, because Fu Yue lay down on that bed yesterday, Qi Jin had the sheets changed directly. If he didn't accept the bed, he might want to change the room directly.