Fu Yue was taken aback at first, her long and narrow phoenix eyes widened, and she subconsciously shrank back.

“……”

Look at Qi Ash.

Looking at his bound hands and feet, 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, his eyes flashing with satisfaction.

Heard Fu Yue's words.

He said calmly: "You sleep too irregularly." ”

"......" Fu Yue said in disbelief: "So you tied me up?" Qi Yan, did you get a gun in your head? ”

The man looked at him coldly and said disapprovingly: "You swear." ”

Fu Yue: "......"

I'm sorry for 3, she doesn't seem to be able to keep up with this person's brain circuits.

Feeling a sudden pain in his brain, Fu Yue glared at Qi Yan, "You give me a go." ”

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

Fu Yue stared back calmly: "I want to change my clothes, do you want to stay and watch?" ”

“……”

Frowning, Qi Yan pursed his lips, he just paused for two seconds before turning around and going out, and when he walked to the door, he turned around again and looked at the rope that tied Fu Yue's wrist.

Reminder: "The rope hasn't been untied yet, don't you need help?" ”

Fu Yue raised his eyebrows, "Then you come over and help me untie it." ”

The fair-skinned and beautiful officer pulled his thin lips and refused nobly and coldly: "Don't." ”

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

Fu Yue: "......"

She found that Britney always likes to be on the verge of death.

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

Fu Yue comforted herself in her heart.

own cub, in addition to petting, what else can I do, I can't just don't want him.

Glancing at the rope that bound his wrist, Fu Yue pulled the corner of his lips, and with a force in his hand, he tore it off.

With a movement of her sore wrist, she sat up and untied the rope that was tied to her ankle.

Stepped on a pair of slippers.

After Fu Yue came out of the bedroom, her beautiful eyes looked around, but she didn't see Qi Yan's figure. I went to his study again and knocked on the door.

No one agreed, apparently not in it.

The black and white eyes turned around, and bad ideas popped up at once.

Fu Yue sneaked into Qi Yan's study, turned around, closed the door carefully, turned his head again, and looked at the decoration and furnishings in the study.

The dark-toned decoration has a bit of antique taste, and there are several columns of foreign language books on the shelves, which are neat at a glance, and it looks very in line with Qi Yan's stuffy temperament.

There were two pens on the desk except for a few neatly arranged papers.

Fu Yue stretched out his sinful claws towards the documents.

She folded a corner of each page, folded it 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 the footsteps coming from the doorway, and the sound of military boots stepping on the floor, one by one, very regular.

Fu Yue: "......"

As soon as she dodged, she hid behind the bookshelf, completely hiding inside, revealing only a pair of beautiful eyes, staring straight out through the gaps in the books.

Then, Fu Yue saw that a hand wearing snow-white gloves pushed open the door of the study.

Then there is the slender and straight figure of the man, with a belt fastened around his waist, showing off his long straight legs without reservation.