Quick wear: after the villain heroine reaches full level

Chapter 332 I'm the heroine next door (30)

Hua Wu didn't expect that she could still receive the red envelopes from Kong Jiahao and the others. Although it was not many, it was because of her heart.

Kong Jiahao got a camera from somewhere, took them to take pictures, and did not give up until he used up a roll of film.

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

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

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

Hua Wu dug out the quilts that could be used at home and put them on them, otherwise the police would have to call the police to collect the bodies tomorrow morning.

After finally getting everyone settled, no one entered Hua Wu's room, but Fu Yue had no place to sleep.

"How do you sleep?"

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

"Oh."

Hua Wu entered the room, and she climbed onto the bed and lay down.

Hua Wu stared at the ceiling, unable to sleep, what if the mission target died?Winter's wounds are still not healed...

The additional task is related to her suite!
Huawu got up again.

Fu Yue was still sitting there, the lights in the living room had been turned off, only the fireworks outside were left, throwing them into the room, covering the thin figure.

Hua Wu probed and called him: "Fu Yue."

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

"Come in and sleep."

"what?"

"Do you want to die of cold in the living room?" Hua Wu covered her clothes, shivering from the cold, and urged impatiently: "Hurry up."

Fu Yue: "???"

Fu Yue rejected her coldly: "No need."

"I don't mind at all, what are you dawdling for?" Hua Wu came over, bent down to meet his eyes, and asked each word, "Or do you have other thoughts about me?"

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

"If not, then 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 long, which is not too small. If two people sleep together, as long as they pay attention, they will not touch each other.

But there is only one quilt.

With an indifferent attitude, Hua Wu has already lay down and huddled under 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 legs slightly.

With Hua Wu's back turned to him, Fu Yue stretched out his hands and adjusted the quilt a little, covering her exposed back vest.

The whole room has the unique atmosphere of a girl.

This breath seems to drive away the chill of winter nights.

Fu Yue looked indifferently at the figure with his back turned to him, but in those eyes, there seemed to be thorns, entangled with endless malice.

She shouldn't be so nice to herself.

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

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

She shouldn't be near her.

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

The light in front of his eyes began to spin, and the tide of darkness flooded in.

Fu Yue's breathing was slightly short of breath, he was afraid...afraid that one day, he would lose control of himself and pull her into the swamp from which he could not break free.

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

……

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The next day.

When Hua Wu woke up, Fu Yue was no longer in the room, and there were only slight traces beside him. It is estimated that Fu Yue did not sleep last night, but 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 suddenly became sensible?

Hua Wu changed her clothes and went out. The living room had already been tidied up, and Kong Jiahao and his group had already left.

Fu Yue sat at the dining table, propped his chin with one hand, looked at the empty bowl on the table, and didn't know what he was thinking.

"elder brother."

Fu Yue looked up.

The red down jacket complemented the girl's fair skin, and her long hair was scattered behind in a mess.

"Like it?" he asked.

"good."

Fu Yue let her go.

For the sake of the new clothes, Hua Wu was very cooperative and walked to his side.

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

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

Huawu: "..."

Hua Wu trembled inexplicably.

Fu Yue is a little... not quite right.

Why did he suddenly want to make progress and be a good brother?
Fu Yue asked Hua Wu to wash his face, and he went to the kitchen to start a fire and boil the dumplings that Jiang Tu had sent before.

The dumplings went into the pot, and he leaned beside him, feeling for the cigarette in his pocket, taking it out and putting it back.

Outside the window could be heard the couple downstairs arguing over whether to eat glutinous rice balls or dumplings for the morning, and the clinking of pots and pans sounded as loud as if they were playing music in his ears.

He glanced down, only to see red all over the street.

It was the firecrackers that everyone set off last night. There were children who got up early, and they were scrambling inside in groups, looking for unexploded firecrackers, and the whole street gradually became lively.

The sun broke through the clouds and cast the first ray of golden light.

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

……

……

Together with the pot, Fu Yue brought the dumplings to the table, and called Hua Wu, who was watching the excitement from the balcony, over for breakfast.

"Sister Jiang Tu's mother is good at craftsmanship."

A heroine with a mother is good.

The motherless heroine is very envious next door.

"Why don't you say I cook well?"

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

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

Hua Wu was too lazy to argue with him on such a naive question.

Fu Yue suddenly said, "I'll share some of that money with Kong Jiahao and the others."

After his hospitalization expenses were settled, there was still more than 2 cash left.

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

So give them the rest of the cash first.

Hua Wu didn't raise his head: "That's your compensation, how you use it is up to you."

"You want the money back, I should tell you."

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

Fu Yue looked at her expressionlessly.

Hua Wu didn't feel that he had a fever, and was puzzled: "Fu Yue, is your brain broken?"

After a year, such a big change?

This is the new year, new atmosphere?

The villain also believes in this evil?

When Fu Yue started to study on his own initiative, Hua Wu felt more and more that Fu Yue was out of his mind.

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 the bad brother has started to make progress.

but……

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

"Yeah." Fu Yue lowered his head, and wrapped the thread around her wrist, making her look like the young children on the side of the road.

Hua Wu sighed heavily, looking up at the balloon floating above her head.

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

It's just... childish.

Hua Wu covered his forehead, and said weakly: "You won't take me to eat the children's meal, will you?"

Fu Yue: "Do you want to eat?"

"In no mood!"

"Then don't eat."

(End of this chapter)