Poor little thing is in a mess in Shura Field

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Chapter 4

Xue Yu was not making excuses, he showed the regret and rejection he deserved.

Not only that, Fu Yang also saw something unlucky on his face.

unlucky?

Fu Yang's expression turned cold, and he became fierce when he pressed the corner of his mouth. He grabbed three words and repeated: "Wrong place?"

Fu Yang stood up. His height was already oppressive, but standing in front of Xue Yu made the gap even wider. His dark, heroic eyes drew in Xue Yu's fair and delicate face.

He asked a seemingly unrelated question: "How long have you been here?"

In fact, according to his personality, Xue Yu couldn't answer questions honestly like a primary school student here.

But he was too lazy to cause trouble for himself and casually answered: "Two months."

"Well, two months, two months and can still go to the wrong place."

Xue Yu heard what he meant and looked up at the sharp tip of his jaw. Said: "Do you suspect that I did it on purpose?"

Fu Yang raised the corners of his thin mouth, pressed his upper jaw, and said in a casual tone: "Otherwise?"

Fu Yang is a business elite with many labels. He is resolute, powerful, and extremely tough. In the business world, he has established himself as a ruthless character that no one dares to challenge. Even if something goes wrong later, he will not be embarrassed.

Most people show timidity when he tries to talk to someone with a confident aura.

Xue Yu shook his head, with an indifferent face, "Confidence is a good thing, but you think too much, you choke me and threaten me, and I don't want to come in."

Fu Yang: "..."

He and Xue Yu's beautiful eyes met. After a long time, his eyebrows suddenly raised, as if he had come up with some answer after thinking about it, "Yes, you like the type who has a coffin face every day. Your room is next door, do you want me to turn on the light for you??"

Xue Yu's lips were very red, as red as if they were covered with a layer of bright cinnabar. He pressed those soft lips hard, and he was obviously unhappy.

Not wanting to say anything more, he turned around and left.

Fu Yang's dark eyes moved, and he seemed to laugh: "Fuck, you have a pretty bad temper..."

The weak light from the lamp in the room spread out a little, and could illuminate Xue Yu's walking legs, which looked thin and soft. , but still have the slenderness and tenacity of a boy, and are so white that they seem to melt away after just two steps.

Fu Yang recalled the scene in front of the cupboard again. The corners of Xue Yu's clothes were rubbed and rolled up, revealing his satin-white waist. Next to the sunken ravine, there was a mole.

Very nice.

But.

Not so long ago, there was nothing there.

On the first day of his stay, the young master felt too hot and changed clothes in the room without closing the door. At that time, he happened to walk out of the kitchen and accidentally saw it.

Is the memory wrong, or is it?

Xue Yu's biological clock is very healthy. Unlike young people nowadays, he will feel sleepy at ten o'clock and must go to bed.

Lifting off the expensive-looking quilt, Xue Yu lay down, covered half of his face and closed his eyes.

Maybe it was because the bedding was too soft, or maybe there was sleep-inducing spices in the pillow, but he fell asleep faster than usual.