The little girl's gaze was too straightforward and hot, Fu Jue frowned, and didn't care.

"Hum—"

Jiang Zhiruo's instantaneous return to his senses turned out to be the vibration sound of Fu Jue's mobile phone.

He picked up the phone and said something to the person on the other end, but Jiang Zhiruo didn't want to know what they were talking about.

Fu Jue's voice was low and hoarse, with a little tired laziness, echoing in the car with little space, and the Adam's apple vibrated as he spoke, looking a little tempting.

His arm dropped, he hung up the phone, and with a twist of his wrist drove the car into the gate of the villa.

Jiang Zhiruo looked at the scene outside curiously through the window, it was already night, the lights in the villas were bright, and the luxury cars parked downstairs were more expensive than the other.

This is the Upper East Side, this is the world of rich people, Jiang Zhiruo couldn't help but sigh.

Although Fu Jue's car is not expensive, this makes Jiang Zhiruo understand a truth, the higher the value, the more low-key the person.

The person in the driver's seat didn't know when to get out of the car, Jiang Zhiruo turned his head and found that there was no one next to him, and he was just about to twist the handle to get out of the car, and the door was opened from the outside.

Fu Jue raised his hand and silently blocked the eaves for Jiang Zhiruo, his eyes were soft and indifferent.

With her feet on the ground, she looked up at Fu Jue and suddenly found that the man was almost a head and a half taller than her.

Fu Jue lowered her head and met Jiang Zhiruo's gaze, her face turned red, and she snorted, "Thank you." ”

Jiang Zhiruo couldn't help but secretly scold herself for being unproductive, how could she be so shy in the face of Fu Jue, she couldn't stand blushing at every turn.

pressed his fingerprint to open the door, Fu Jue pressed the light casually, Jiang Zhiruo's eyes lit up, and then he observed the scene in the villa.

The decoration style is very simple and European, Fu Jue studied abroad before, and it is common to like European-style architecture, plus he doesn't like bells and whistles, and his already cold temperament is matched with a room of cold furniture.

Thinking of this, Jiang Zhiruo couldn't help laughing, and when she raised her eyes, she found that Fu Jue had already returned to her room, leaving her alone at the door.

Thinking about it again, he murdered Fu Qiaoxin at dinner in order to complain about himself, Jiang Zhiruo helped her forehead, she really couldn't figure out Fu Jue's thoughts.

No one was restrained, so Jiang Zhiruo changed into a pair of women's slippers, looked at the entrance and walked into the hall.

She thought that Fu Jue was a person who was cold on the outside and hot on the inside, naked and strict on the field and at work, and treated his family with tenderness and kindness, but according to the situation when he went to the Fu family's old house at night, she was wrong.

Fu Jue is such an indifferent person, he is like a lone wolf who has survived alone in the wild for several years, although he returns to the wolves and has warmth, he still can't extinguish his cold and arrogant nature.

Thinking about it, Jiang Zhiruo unconsciously walked to a door, and the dim light in the room refracted in the corridor represented that there were people in the room.

Jiang Zhiruo held her chin and stood at the door for a while.

The Fu family's old mansion also has a study, which is specially used by Fu Lingtian for office.

Old man Fu worked hard in his career when he was young, and he almost never slept in the bedroom a few times, and he usually stayed up late in the study to work, and often fell asleep on the table.

Sure enough, it was father and son, and their temperaments were the same.

As soon as he got home, he went into the study, didn't care about his wife, and didn't even say a word along the way, sure enough, it was something that only Fu Jue did.

But also, as the only son of the representative of the Upper East Side and the CEO of the most powerful Dongjin consortium in Raccoon City, he probably didn't have time to drink saliva.

But because he said that he would come to pick him up and go home tonight, he may have postponed a lot of trips, delayed a lot of things, and had to stay up late to finish his official business before he could continue tomorrow's work normally.

Jiang Zhiruo felt sorry for Fu Jue for no reason, she wanted to be like the wife in the TV series, serving her husband a cup of hot tea while he was in the office.

Thinking so, Jiang Zhiruo really did it.

"Knock knock—"

There was a knock on the door of the study, Fu Jue looked up from a pile of papers, looked at his watch, and it was already twelve o'clock.

He was rubbing his forehead tiredly, and when he heard the movement, he thought something had happened to Jiang Zhiruo, so he quickly stood up and opened the door, Jiang Zhiruo's head stretched in, she looked left and right to observe the layout of the study, and then boldly drilled her whole body in.

Fu Jue looked at the teapot she was holding in her hand, and then looked at her red palm, and his heart was clear.

"It's late," Jiang Zhiruo looked at Fu Jue, who was expressionless, and whispered nervously: "About yesterday......"

The man in front of her was only less than a meter away from her, his figure was slender and beautiful, his black silk pajamas wrapped around his seductive body, and the fabric on his chest was slightly open, revealing his white and firm chest muscles.

Jiang Zhiruo was a little dazzled, she took two steps back, but she didn't know what soft things she had tripped, she was shocked, and the whole person suddenly fell backwards: "Eh-"

The imaginary pain did not come, and a strong arm held his waist steadily.

Jiang Zhiruo was slightly stunned, and then found that she was clinging to Fu Jue's arms.

There was almost no gap between the two, her uneven body was pressed against Fu Jue's body, and her paws were also caressing the man's chest, as if she could feel the hardness hidden under the pajamas.

After living for almost thirty years, Jiang Zhiruo has never touched a man so closely, she only felt a rush of fire rushing up, which made her blood surge.

"That'...... That, thank you......" Jiang Zhiruo grinded her back molars with hatred that iron was not made of steel, and she was so nervous that she almost couldn't speak.

"It's late, go to bed." Fu Jue loosened his strength and looked indifferent.

He turned back to his desk, where the teapot was placed on the table far from the papers, and the little girl watched him stop and stop before quietly withdrawing.

After a few thumbs up, the girl's smooth and soft waist lingered in his mind, and he suddenly felt a little thirsty.

Fu Jue felt for a moment that he was too cautious because of the little girl's few angry words, was he too careful?

Jiang Zhiruo hurriedly returned to her room, and only breathed a sigh of relief after locking the door.

Looking at the big bed, she puffed out her cheeks, climbed onto the bed, hugged her knees, sat in the middle depressed, and looked up at the ceiling.

Why is it so difficult to want a good wife and mother...... Maybe it's because the original body has a little temper that angers Fu Jue, so he is so careful......

However, she remembered the scene that had just happened, and her face suddenly turned ashamed.

Fu Jue's figure is really good.

Jiang Zhiruo smiled stupidly, but fortunately she was not so stupid that Ha Lazi fell out.

It was early in the morning.

The sunlight shone through the window and shone on Jiang Zhiruo's fair face.

She rubbed her eyelids and turned to the side.

In a trance, he looked at the faint light outside the window.

Is this her rental home?

Jiang Zhiruo couldn't help pinching her face, as if she was sober, and sighed.

She sat up, suddenly remembered something, and collapsed from her bed, glancing at the alarm clock.

6:45 a.m.

It's still early.

So early, Fu Jue shouldn't have gotten up.

Jiang Zhiruo hurriedly changed her clothes and washed up, and rushed to the kitchen in a hurry.

She hurried to get the ingredients, and busily prepared for a morning, and when she was almost done, it was almost half past seven.

She was half-bent over, posing in a serious heart shape, and her eyes were full of light.

After getting everything, Jiang Zhiruo clapped her hands, took off her apron, happily picked up the breakfast, happily walked to the dining table, and set them one by one.

She still wanted to be a good wife and mother, but Fu Jue didn't want to appreciate it, and the original owner's ignorance angered him, so she got up and cooked a hearty breakfast for Fu Jue to open up the conversation and ease the relationship.

At this moment, Fu Jue walked out of another room, his hair still dripping with water.

It looks like he had just taken a shower.

There were still droplets of water hanging on the tips of his hair, which were about to drip, but he quickly wiped them off with a towel for Fu Jue.

The moment Jiang Zhiruo saw him appear, she was inexplicably a little nervous.

Fu Jue walked to the front of the living room, saw Jiang Zhiruo with expectant eyes, paused, and then continued to walk forward, walked to the opposite side of her, took a sip of milk, felt that something was wrong, and raised his eyes to look at the little girl in front of him.

He wakes up early and goes for a morning jog every day.

But today I was woken up.

It's the first time.

Usually this girl doesn't want to get up until lunch time, but today it's so early, I didn't pay attention to her, and I ran a few laps in the morning and came back to take a shower.

Thinking of the events of that day, his eyes darkened, and his lips tightened.

Fu Jue grabbed a fritter and put it in his mouth and took a bite.

Today's breakfast is a bit weird.

It's rare that this little girl is willing to get up early to cook.

When I think of this, my mood is a lot better.

Jiang Zhiruo saw Fu Jue drinking milk and eating breakfast with an expressionless face, and didn't say anything, so she cautiously asked, "That...... Is it tasty? ”

Looking at Jiang Zhiruo's expectant eyes, Fu Jue took a bite of bread, ignored it, and got up to leave not long after.

His indifferent appearance completely angered Jiang Zhiruo.

She slapped the table and stood up excitedly: "Hey! Fu Jue, don't be so excessive! ”

Fu Jue paused, a sneer hung on the corner of his mouth, turned around and stared at Jiang Zhiruo, and approached her step by step.

Jiang Zhiruo was so frightened that she retreated, and as a result, she fell on the stool. He just looked at her condescendingly.

She coaxed.

"What, angry?"

With Fu Jue's unique condensation aura, Jiang Zhiruo couldn't help but tremble.

Although she was very angry, she didn't want to hang Fu Jue, after all, she didn't dare to give her ten dares.

After brewing her emotions for a while, Jiang Zhiruo pursed her mouth, and a layer of mist appeared under her eyes.

"You have ignored me for the past two days, I am like a lonely old man, no one talks to me, no one quarrels with me...... "How aggrieved I am."

She also wanted to tell him about the grievances she had suffered recently.

But Fu Jue suddenly interrupted her words, and his deep eyes burst out: "I will respect your decision, if you hate me, I won't say a word." ”