Quick Transmigration: After Villain Reaches Full Level

Hua Wu didn't expect that she would still receive the red envelopes from Kong Jiahao and the others.

Kong Jiahao didn't know where to get a camera, he pulled them to take pictures, and he didn't count until he used up one roll of film.

A group of people made trouble until two in the morning, and each found a place to sleep directly.

Fu Yue went back to the room and found that there were four already lying on the bed.

In the cold weather, Fu Yue couldn't let them roll to the ground and sleep.

Hua Wu took out the quilt that could be used at home and put it on them, otherwise they would have to call the police tomorrow morning to collect the body.

It was difficult to arrange everyone, and no one entered Huawu's room, but Fu Yue had nowhere to sleep.

How do you sleep?

Fu Yue sat in a chair with a coat draped over his body, and said in a low voice, Go to sleep.

Oh.

Huawu entered the room, and she climbed into the bed and lay down.

Hua Wu stared at the ceiling, unable to sleep, what if the mission target dies? The injury of the big winter has not yet healed...

Additional quests can be related to her suite!

The fog rose again.

Fu Yue was still sitting there, the lights in the living room had been turned off, only the fireworks outside had not been extinguished, throwing them into the room, covering the thin figure.

Huawu probe called him: Fu Yue.

Fu Yue looked up at the phantom standing by the door and silently asked her what else was going on.

Come in and sleep.

what?

Do you want to freeze to death in the living room? Hua Wu clutched her clothes, shivering with cold, and urged impatiently, Hurry up.

Fu Yue: ???

Fu Yue rejected her coldly: No need.

I don't mind, what are you doing? Hua Wu came over, bent over to meet his eyes, and asked word by word, Or do you have other ideas for me?

Fu Yue asked without changing his face: What other thoughts do I have for you?

If not, what are you afraid of?

...

Who is afraid?

Fu Yue seemed to be stimulated by her, so he got up and followed her in.

The bed in her room is 1.5 meters, which is not too small. If two people sleep, they will not touch each other as long as they are careful.

But there is only one quilt.

Hua Wu's indifferent attitude has already lied down and huddled in the quilt, Remember to turn off the lights, good night.

Fu Yue went around to the other side, sat on the edge of the bed, turned off the light, leaned against the head of the bed, and only put the quilt on his lap.

With Hua Wu's back facing him, Fu Yue stretched out his hand and slightly tidied up the quilt, covering her exposed back vest.

The whole room is full of girlish atmosphere.

This breath seemed to dispel the chill of winter nights.

Fu Yue looked at the figure with his back turned to him indifferently, but in those eyes, it was like a thorny bush, entwined with endless malice.

She shouldn't be so nice to herself.

She should speak ill of herself, hate, hate him.

Even if this is not the case, she should ignore him as before, treating him as a stranger.

She shouldn't be near herself.

Fu Yue's fingers on the outside of the quilt clenched little by little until the blue veins on the back of his hands bulged, and the fingertips turned white due to ischemia.

The light in front of him began to swirl, and the tide of darkness poured in.

Fu Yue was slightly short of breath, he was afraid... afraid that one day, he would be unable to control himself and pull her into the swamp that he could not break free from.

Fu Yue looked away and looked at the desk piled with books, the gloom in his eyes suddenly slowly faded away.

...

...

the next day.

When Hua Wu got up, Fu Yue was no longer in the room, and there were only slight traces beside him. It is estimated that Fu Yue didn't sleep last night, just leaned over there to rest.

At the end of the bed was a red down jacket with a red envelope on it.

Hua Wu raised her eyebrows, my brother is suddenly sensible?

Hua Wu changed her clothes and went out. The living room had already been cleaned up, and Kong Jiahao's group had also left.

Fu Yue sat at the table, resting his chin with one hand, looking at the empty bowl on the table, not knowing what he was thinking.

elder brother.

Fu Yue looked up.

The red down jacket complimented the girl's fair skin, and her long hair was scattered behind her.

Do you like it? he asked.

good.

Fu Yue let her go.

For the sake of the new clothes, Hua Wu still cooperated very well and walked beside him.

Fu Yue turned slightly, lowered his eyes to help her close the zipper, and carefully arranged the collar and hat, like a caring brother.

Brother will make your life better. Fu Yue touched the girl's face and smiled: Get ready for breakfast.

Huawu: ...

Hua Wu trembled inexplicably.

Fu Yue is a little... not right.

Why did he suddenly want to make progress and be a good brother?

Fu Yue asked Hua Wu to wash his face, he went to the kitchen to start a fire, and cooked the dumplings that Jiang Tu had sent before.

The dumplings were put into the pot, he leaned on the side, touched the cigarette in his pocket, took it out and put it back.

Outside the window, the couple downstairs quarreled over whether to eat dumplings or dumplings in the morning. The pots and pans were clinking, and the sound was so loud that it seemed to be playing music in his ears.

He glanced down and saw only the red all over the street.

Those were the firecrackers that everyone set off last night. There were children who got up early, swiping in groups, looking for firecrackers that didn't explode, and the whole street gradually became lively.

The sun penetrated the clouds and cast the first rays of golden light.

The first day of the new year is a good day.

...

...

Fu Yue put the dumplings on the table together with the pot, and called Hua Wu, who was watching the fun on the balcony, over for breakfast.

Jiang Tu's mother is very good at craftsmanship.

A heroine with a mother is good.

The motherless heroine is very envious next door.

Why didn't you say I cooked well?

...Aren't you embarrassed to put gold on your face like this?

No. Fu Yue was very righteous, and thought that he cooked well.

Hua Wu was too lazy to argue with him about such a childish question.

Fu Yue suddenly said, I gave some of that money to Kong Jiahao and the others.

After the cost of his hospitalization was settled, there was still more than 20,000 in cash left.

He hasn't checked how much is in that bank card.

So I gave them the rest of the cash first.

Hua Wu didn't lift her head: That's your compensation, how you control it is your business.

You want the money back, I should tell you.

Hua Wu suddenly got up and reached out to touch his forehead.

Fu Yue looked at her expressionlessly.

Hua Wu didn't feel his fever and was puzzled: Fu Yue, is your brain broken?

After a year, has it changed so much?

Is this the new look of the new year?

The villain also believes this evil?

When Fu Yue took the initiative to start learning, Hua Wu felt more and more that Fu Yue's brain was broken.

Fu Yue's attitude towards her has changed significantly. He seems to be trying to do what a brother should do.

It's a good thing that my brother started to make progress.

but……

Hua Wu looked at the cartoon-shaped balloon that Fu Yue handed over, with a complicated mood: Fu Yue, I'm not a three-year-old.

Yeah. Fu Yue lowered his head and wrapped the thread around her wrist, making her look like the children of a few years old on the side of the road.

Huawu sighed heavily and looked up at the balloons floating overhead.

It was a cartoon character, translucent, with a lot of small balloons inside.

It's... naive.

Hua Wu covered her forehead and said feebly, You're not going to take me to eat a children's set meal, are you?

Fu Yue: Do you want to eat?

In no mood!

Don't eat that.