Poor little in the Shura field

Xue Yu wasn't looking for excuses, he showed the regret and repulsion he should have.

Not only that, but Fu Yang could also see that there was some unhappiness on his face.

unlucky?

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

Xue Yu blinked her bright and clean eyes, and gave a faint "hmm".

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

He asked something seemingly irrelevant: "How long have you been here?"

In fact, according to the personality, it is impossible for Xue Yu to answer questions honestly like a primary school student in class here.

But he was too lazy to make trouble for himself, so he answered casually, "Two months."

"Well, two months, two months can still go wrong."

Xue Yu heard what he was thinking, looked up at his sharp jaw, and said, "You suspect that I did it on purpose?"

The corners of Fu Yang's thin mouth were raised, and he pushed his upper jaw, and said in a loose tone, "Otherwise?"

Fu Yang is an elite in the business world, with many labels on his body, vigorous and resolute, with great magical powers, and extremely tough wrists. In the business world, he has worn himself into a ruthless role that no one dares to provoke. Even if something happens later, he will not be embarrassed.

When he tried to speak to the other party with his aura of ease, most people would show timidity.

Xue Yu shook her head, her small face was indifferent, "Confidence is a good thing, but if you think too much, and you threaten me by choking my neck, I don't want to enter either."

Fu Yang: "..."

He and Xue Yu's beautiful eyes looked at each other for a long time, and the brows suddenly raised, as if he had come up with an answer after thinking about it, "That's right, you like the type who keeps a coffin face every day, his room is next door, Want me to turn on the light for you?"

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

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

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

The weak light from the desk lamp in the room extended a little, and could illuminate Xue Yu's walking legs, which looked thin and soft, but still slender and firm like a boy's, dazzlingly white, as if they would melt after walking two steps.

Fu Yang recalled the scene in front of the cabinet again, the corner of Xue Yu's clothes was rubbed up and rolled up, revealing a silky white waist, and there was a mole next to the sunken ravine.

very nice.

but.

Not so long ago, there was nothing there.

On the first day of the young master's stay, he changed clothes in the room without closing the door because he thought it was too hot. He happened to come out of the kitchen at that time, so he accidentally saw it.

Was it a memory error, or?

Xueyu'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 seemingly expensive quilt, Xue Yu lay down, covered half of her face and closed her eyes.

Maybe it was because the bedding was too soft, or because there was a sleeping aid in the pillow, but he fell asleep faster than usual.

Winter is a good season, Xueyu can sleep until noon the next day, but this time not only did he not sleep until noon, he was even woken up before dawn in the morning.

Because of a loud knock on the door.

It was as annoying as the noise made during the renovation, she kept digging into Xue Yu's ears, Xue Yu pulled the quilt over her head and pretended not to hear it.

The person who knocked on the door was very patient and kept knocking. The sound was not too loud, but it was annoying.

After a while, Xue Yu got up from the bed, put on her shoes with a cold face, went to the door and opened it.

He was still in a state of not waking up, his eyes were wandering, and people squinted and couldn't see clearly, so he said: "Are you annoying, didn't you see that I was sleeping? Don't disturb me."

Disturbing someone's sleep is like killing someone and setting fire to him. If he didn't get enough sleep, he would definitely call the police and arrest him.

Xue Yu's expression was uneasy, and she returned to the bed with the cold all over her body, and covered herself with the quilt.

The person standing at the door hesitated for a few seconds and walked in.

He was wearing a clean and low-key down jacket, with handsome eyebrows and eyes, and the single color on his body set him off even colder.

Before coming in, he looked down at his shoes to make sure that they would not leave stains on the floor before continuing to walk to the bed.

Xie Qingyun glanced at the bed that had covered herself into a lump, wishing she could tuck herself into the snow ball where the quilt and quilt were integrated.

He frowned, restrained his voice and said, "There is morning class today, you should get up."

The contract that Xie Qingyun was forced to sign by Pei Xueyu at that time clearly stated his obligations. He would do whatever Pei Xueyu said. In addition, he had to ensure Pei Xueyu's normal life and help him remember all the complicated things. trivia.

Among them, remembering Pei Xueyu's class schedule.

Tell him in advance of any classes, remind him in advance, and not let him be late, otherwise the young master will vent his irresolvable grievances on him.

As if thinking of something bad to remember, Xie Qingyun's face was extremely cold, and he repeated: "You should get up."

The bulging mass of thunder was unmovable.

Xie Qingyun suppressed his breathing, and his chest expanded and contracted several times before he stabilized his manic depression.

He took a few steps forward, held a corner of the quilt with his broad palm, and pulled it down forcefully and decently. Without the cover of the quilt, his overly beautiful face was exposed, with thick eyelashes tightly closed, as if he felt uncomfortable. Pointed up a little bit, blushing.

Xie Qingyun looked at the red who fainted due to physiology, and was rarely speechless.

What are you thinking?

Just because I didn't think about it, I bored myself like this.

Xue Yu wanted to pull up the quilt again, but was held tightly by Xie Qingyun, but failed, she gave up struggling several times, closed her eyes and did not speak, she was very quiet, but she just did not get up.

Xie Qingyun took a few steps back, this time speaking louder: "Pei Xueyu, it's seven o'clock."

This sentence was repeated three times by him tirelessly, the person on the bed who seemed to be in hibernation finally reacted, his thin and pink eyelids opened to the extent that he could barely see people, and his watery eyes turned to Xie Qingyun.

The air was so quiet that there was no noise.

After Xue Yu opened his eyes, Xie Qingyun pursed his pale lips, and his body overflowed with unspeakable depression.

Pei Xueyu has a strong urge to get up, he has clearly experienced this.

He subconsciously looked at the position a few inches below his ribs. Behind the heavy clothing, there was a bruise the size of a fist. It was because Pei Xueyu hit him with an ashtray a few days ago when he tried to wake up Pei Xueyu.

Pei Xueyu made a fool of herself, but no matter who the other party was, she smashed them hard and sharply.

He thought it was funny.

No one is like him, thankless, but has to do so.

If you don't call Pei Xueyu, you will be angry, if you call Pei Xueyu, you will beat him.

Everywhere is hell.

Xie Qingyun's shoulders were tense, and he shook his hands, his fingertips were so stiff that they turned white.

Xue Yu moved, his hand poked out from under the quilt, and quickly touched the table.

Xie Qingyun's lips were painfully pursed, and every time Xue Yu moved, the arms in his sleeves would tense up, and his eyes dimmed.

...This time it's a mobile phone?

He twitched the corners of his lips ironically, this phone is not cheap, just don't cry if it breaks.

Just as he thought, Xue Yu really grabbed the phone and narrowed her eyes.

Xie Qingyun's throat was dry, and his heart shrank slightly. For a moment, the blood seemed to flow backwards for a while. He froze in place, feeling the flow of time.

Xue Yu lifted his arms up, but he didn't look at the specific expression.

Xie Qingyun's consciousness suddenly came to him, and he put all his heart and soul into his physical senses. He was very pain-tolerant, but it didn't mean he didn't care about the moment before the thing hit him.

He stared at Xue Yu's arm feeling unwell, and the scene of countless cell phones being thrown over flashed through his mind, but Xue Yu turned on the screen of the cell phone, half-closed his eyes to check the time, and said vaguely: "...10 minutes."

Xie Qingyun froze, blurted out in a daze: "What?"

"10 minutes, I'll sleep for another 10 minutes."

After finishing speaking, Xue Yu covered her head with the quilt, and the last words were muffled in the fabric, so soft that it didn't look like they were spoken from those vicious lips.

Xie Qingyun's expression was stunned, moving his numb fingers slowly like the artistic slow motion in a movie.

It was said to be 10 minutes, not more than 1 minute and not less, Xue Yu reluctantly left the bed at the last second, her red lips parted with difficulty, and said to Xie Qingyun who was standing stiffly next to her: "Give me some clothing."

Xie Qingyun's expression was complicated.

After a moment of silence, he turned his head and took a piece of cold-proof clothing from the closet, and handed it to Xueyu.

Xue Yu put on her coat, without looking away, went to the bathroom to wash up.

After washing, Xie Qingyun was still standing at the entrance, looking down at the phone silently, waiting for him very dedicatedly.

"Let's go." Xue Yu said without energy, he should find an excuse to make things difficult for Xie Qingyun now, but he didn't wake up, he really didn't have the energy.

Xie Qingyun followed behind without saying a word, as usual, keeping a close distance.

Before getting into the car, he couldn't help but glance at Xue Yu.

Xue Yu didn't notice him, her eyelashes were slumped, and her expression looked listless.

He immediately understood Pei Xueyu's abnormality just now.

Is it because he was uncomfortable that he didn't attack him?

Xue Yu didn't talk to Xie Qingyun all the way, and fell asleep whenever there was a gap, got off the car, pushed something on Xie Qingyun, and walked forward by herself.

Xie Qingyun got out of the car one step later than him, closed the car door, glanced over with a calm expression, suddenly saw something, and suddenly said: "Pei Xueyu——"

It's a pity that the reminder was a little late. Along with the loud noise of body collision, Xue let out a depressed snort.

With a stabbing sound, the boy skating in front of him stopped and turned to look at the person he hit.

When his eyes touched Xue Yu, his irritable and impatient expression was suddenly stunned.

Even though there is no shortage of beauties in school, he has never seen such a beautiful one, with proud features and slightly pursed lips, like a flower with too much dewdrops.

The sound of pressing against the flesh of the lips, taking a casual breath, can make people think about it.

He was obviously a boy, but his hands were so soft that water could flow out.

He just accidentally bumped it just now, and the back of his hand still has a slight numbness from the electric current passing by. The boy stared at the face that made people couldn't help coaxing, and his voice stuttered unconsciously: "Hug , sorry, I didn’t see anyone, didn’t hurt you, did I?”

"It's my fault. I'm a little anxious when I'm about to be late. If you're injured, I'll pay for your medical expenses."

Before Xue Yu could speak, the boy saw someone striding towards him not far away.

He is tall and has a vigorous sense of strength. Because he posted too many exaggerated high-rise buildings on the school forum some time ago, the boy quickly recognized him as Xie Qingyun.

The sense of intimidation brought by the extremely high height made the boy shrink his neck, but fortunately Xie Qingyun ignored him.

He closed his eyelids, just looking at Xue Yu, he knew he was unhappy again.