Chapter 153: The Fourth Master of the Fu Family Isn't That kind of person?

One after another, after smoking three cigarettes in a row, he looked sideways at the terrace next door, and the light smoke like the gauze curtain rippled like water, as if it was on his heart, causing ripples after ripples, leaving the aftermath of the circle after circle......

The darkness at the bottom of his eyes is getting heavier and heavier.

For a long time, he snuffed out the cigarette butt with two fingers, stood there, closed his eyes, and let the cold night breeze blow on his hot body, and the memory of that night came alive in his mind.

Half an hour later, Lu Qi's call came.

Sleeping phoenix's eyes opened, it was endless black, touched the phone, glanced at it, and connected.

Lu Qi, "Brother Fu, you are too merciful, you actually spared him a dog's life, and almost let him run away, but fortunately I went quickly and caught him." ”

Fu Jin's voice was cold and cold, "Sell credit? ”

Lu Qi hurriedly spoke, "Brother Fu, I promise that he will confess honestly before dawn tomorrow, and the eighteen generations of his ancestors will confess clearly." ”

Fu Jin's eyes were dark, "I don't know, I'll send you to serve tea and pour water for your ancestors for the eighteenth generation." ”

Lu Qi shuddered, originally thought that the "rollover" accident that day had already passed, did it start?

Be careful in the future!

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Song Yiyi lay on the bed and couldn't sleep.

Thinking of tonight's shooting, and other red-faced scenes, he pinched his back corners.

For the sake of the dog's life, she actually lived next door to Fu Jin, the male hot next door who she used to regard as a flood beast!

The feeling of alcohol on the head is boundless in the sea of bitterness.

She thought of the TV series recommended by Sangsang, Aunt Zhang said that it was good, so she searched for the video website with her mobile phone, charged a one-month membership, and brushed it up from the first episode.

It's a very sand sculpture little white sweet pet drama, but it's very relaxed and happy.

looked at it, and actually responded to the law of true fragrance that Sang Sang said, and chased it one episode after another.

Seeing the fourth episode, the male protagonist suddenly stared at the female protagonist with dark eyes, "Before going to bed or after bed?" ”

If it weren't for watching the barrage, she wouldn't have understood what was going on.

This sentence is so familiar!

Fu Jin's face suddenly appeared in front of him, abstinence and seductiveness, as well as his magnetic voice-

"I'm also suffering from insomnia, big boy, and I want to hear your bedtime stories."

"Tell a bedtime story?"

He doesn't mean the same thing before bedtime, does he?

As if her fingertips had been burned, she typed the stalk before and after bed in the search box of the mobile phone browser, and her breathing was not smooth.

The fourth master of the Fu family is not that kind of person, right?

She couldn't continue to chase the drama, and when she looked at the time, it was already more than three o'clock in the morning, and she didn't stay up for a while, fell asleep, and had a dream that she was ashamed to say.

In the dream, the curtain swayed, and the room was beautiful, and he covered his ears, and the sound with electric music seemed to pierce her eardrumsβ€”

"I'll listen to you tell you a little bedtime story every night from now on."

He actually bit her ear!

Song Yiyi trembled all over, and suddenly woke up from his dream, still covered in sticky sweat, and his breathing was hot.

Turned over and sat up, went to the bathroom, washed the sweat on his face, and had an irregular heartbeat, looked at his strange self in the mirror, and closed his eyes vigorously.

After a long time, I opened my eyes, returned to the bedroom, lay on the bed, and looked in the direction of the next door with resentment.

Fortunately, he will leave tomorrow, and it will be more than half a month as soon as he goes out.

Otherwise, I won't be able to stay here!

Close your eyes, count, count the sheep, it is useless, irritably scratch your hair.

The smile on his lips was retracted, but he couldn't do anything, and the corners of his lips rose uncontrollably