Chapter 283 The Asura Field of the Rich Wife (4)

In the unbelievable eyes of everyone.

Fu Yue fired directly, and a flower of blood bloomed on Mu Anya's shoulder. Her eyes became terrified, and then she rolled her eyes and fainted abruptly.

The woman squinted her phoenix eyes halfway, a wicked smile flashed across her face, and she played with the small and delicate pistol in her hand with her snow-white fingertips.

She is not Su Chiyue's bun.

Being bullied like this, yet still not resisting?

Lifting her chin towards the maid, Fu Yue ordered: "Get her away."

Then he raised his hand and stroked his hair, and said to himself artificially: "Oh, a hair salon opened on Chang'an Street recently, should I also get a perm..."

As she said that, the woman shook the round fan slowly, and went upstairs with small and elegant steps, as calm as if nothing had happened.

The maids looked at each other, saw the shock in each other's eyes, and hurriedly got Mu Anya out.

God, the young lady is crazy!

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Fu Yue was thinking about a question.

Is Qi Jin really her sweetheart?

She didn't ask the system 677, that hot chick wouldn't know anyway.

If not, Fu Yue could kill him with peace of mind.

If it is... then he still has to be killed. How dare he spread such erotic news with other women?

Are you fat?

...

Living in Qi Shuai's mansion for two days, Fu Yue felt really bored, packed up some things and went back to Su's house, as for what to do when he went back.

Of course, tearing up the best relatives of that family.

Fu Yue counted with her fingers, what kind of relatives did she have.

Old-fashioned, pedantic and hypocrite father, cowardly feudal mother, and Bai Lianmei, the only twin brother who is fairly normal, is now also in a rebellious period.

Fu Yue smacked her lips.

interesting!

Back at the Su Mansion, Fu Yue raised her eyebrows when she saw this exquisite and gorgeous small bungalow, and walked in slowly.

Today she didn't wear a cheongsam, but a shirt, a light-colored suit, and a pair of flat leather shoes, completely masculine.

The appearance of fooling around.

Just a cigarette dangling from his mouth.

Bai Shengsheng has a delicate and beautiful face, a pointed chin, a pair of phoenix eyes that are slightly raised, a high nose bridge, and thin lips.

The beauty is a little fierce.

When the two servants at home saw Fu Yue's appearance, their eyes almost popped out.

This is Missy?

God, how did he become so... handsome? It's even better looking than those boys outside.

There is no one at home.

Su's father went to work in the clubhouse, Su's mother went to the opera troupe to listen to an opera, and Su Yanran, her sister Bailian, went to school.

Fu Yue: "..."

Can you disappoint me a little more?

At this moment.

Coincidentally, the maid at home hurried up to Fu Yue, saying that the second young master was fighting with someone else.

The second young master, Su Chiyue's twin brother, Su Xingchen.

Fu Yue's eyes lit up immediately.

There are melons to eat.

She Shi Shiran stood up, waved her hand, and parted her red lips: "Prepare the car, let me go and see what's going on?"

Why does Fu Yue meddle in this business?

...It's pure idle fart.

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Fu Yue raised his head and looked at the signboard in front of him, the huge word Paramount.

"..."

Shaking his head, he still stepped in.

The melodious and soft dance music and the laughter and laughter are coming to the face.

A series of women's slim figures wrapped in bright cheongsams, accompanied by dance music, swayed and danced among the interlaced cup lids.

Fresh clothes and angry horses, ten miles of foreign land.

The luxury and gold fans of the city that never sleeps rushed towards them in an instant.