Fu Yue and Lian Jue left the bar.
It was impossible for both of them to drive back after drinking, so Fu Yue took out his mobile phone and randomly found a substitute driver to let him drive the car back, while he and Lian Jue took a taxi home.
Lian Jue pretended to be dead as soon as he got into the car.
No matter how Fu Yue poked him, he wouldn't wake up. After all, the driver in the front row was also there, so she couldn't push Lian Jue too much, so she had to stop resentfully.
There is no way.
Fu Yue took Lian Jue to her apartment outside.
The original body, Xu Yin, had a bad relationship with her family before, and when she didn't want to see Liao Huiru's face, she simply hid in the apartment outside. What's more, Xu Yin is used to being indulgent, and it is common for her not to return home at night, and no one cares about her on weekdays.
When Lian Jue was in the car, she fell asleep half leaning on Fu Yue's shoulder.
When she got out of the car, she was even dragged by Fu Yue. The driver just wanted to get out of the car and help her up Lian Jue. This guy seemed to wake up suddenly again, and walked straight into the building, Fu Yue didn't even have time to stop him.
Fu Yue: "..."
driver:"… "
After thanking the driver, Fu Yue hurriedly chased in the direction where Lian Jue had gone, with a serious expression on his face, he really wanted to kill that guy.
The man said he was drunk, but he ran faster than a rabbit.
Lian Jue was tall and had long legs, Fu Yue almost missed him.
When I caught up, I found that this guy was knocking on the door of a certain resident on the first floor.
"..."
The blond boy's face twitched.
Inexplicably, this picture feels a little familiar.
Lian Jue knocked on this house and knocked on that house. There were three families on the first floor, and he knocked on them all. It was still late at night, at eleven o'clock in the middle of the night. How beautiful.
Fu Yue hastily grabbed Lian Jue's arm and pulled him back, then went from house to house to apologize with a smile.
Seeing that these two young men were good-looking and looked drunk again, the families complained a little and said they were fine.
Fu Yue dragged Lian Jue into the elevator as if he was going to bury his body, and with a sneer on his face, it looked like a suspenseful film.
The elevator doors gradually closed.
"Do you believe me when I say I didn't do it on purpose?"
"Heh... bang!"
He was answered with a sneer and a muffled sound.
Lian Jue couldn't remember how many times he had been hammered today.
Being half dragged into the apartment.
The door slammed shut, as if cutting off everything from the outside world.
…
A young man in a white shirt sat obediently on the sofa. His hands were tied by a black tie. At this moment, he stared blankly at the person in front of him. His eyelashes like crow feathers were slender and beautiful, looking at Fu Yue. His eyes were soft and helpless.
The thin lips moved: "What are you going to do to me?"
These words are a little silly and sweet, and a bit like what the heroine in an ancient romance drama said.
talking.
Lian Jue also looked down at her bound hands.
tie... bind...
It is a picture that is easy to be distorted, and Lian Jue is not a little white flower who doesn't understand anything, so he will naturally be distorted.
But the next action of Fu Yue told him that he was thinking about fart just now.
The blond boy moved his white fingers, his eyes were fierce, and he swung his soft white fists.
Hit him.
With a strong wind.
Lian Jue was beaten solidly, and Fu Yue's fist was unambiguous, hitting him in the face one after another.
Maybe he was pissed off.
Fu Yue doesn't care about this guy's prosperous beauty this time.