Warning : Providence the Beauty is Driven to Villainy

After putting the worksheet into Fu Yue's arms, Lian Jue waved his sleeves and walked away without taking away a cloud, leaving behind a certain bewildered little golden retriever.

A certain Bingshan brother bends the corners of his lips slightly happily, and even steps a little lightly, although the smile quickly dissipated.

Stared at the homework sheet for a few seconds.

Fu Yue snorted, crumpled the piece of paper into a ball and stuffed it into the belly of the table, with no intention of making up the homework.

She didn't have enough to eat.

Such a simple question is not worthy of her to do!

This is the dignity of the boss.

...

Uphold the belief of maintaining Xu Yin's personal design.

Fu Yue skipped the afternoon class happily, packed up and went to the Internet cafe to play games.

As for why go to an Internet cafe?

Of course it is because the atmosphere of playing games inside is better.

Fu Yue's appearance is too beautiful, and the appearance of playing games seriously with headphones has attracted the attention of many girls, and some people even keenly ask for contact information.

With headphones hanging around the boy's neck, the blonde hair looked messy, adding a touch of softness to her white face, because there was a bit of noise in the Internet cafe, she turned her ears slightly towards the girls, and her clear voice was like a natural sound.

"what?"

Such a close beauty crit.

The two girls' ears were red: "You handsome guy, add a contact information?"

Fu Yue originally wanted to refuse, but when he thought of Xu Yin's personality... Forget it, let's add it.

Adding a contact information is nothing.

The two girls finished adding their contact information and walked away a little excitedly.

Seeing another girl around him about to come over, Fu Yue's eyelids twitched, quickly packed up, and left unrestrainedly, leaving only a handsome and arrogant back of everyone.

Can't refuse, she can't hide! !

...

Fu Yue was in trouble.

She stood at the door of the Internet cafe and couldn't walk.

The blond boy sighed deeply and looked at the baby who was pulling his legs.

"Little friend, do you know me? How about your parents, why did you come to the Internet cafe alone?"

The child never speaks.

Fu Yue: "...Kid, you just squeak."

The child still doesn't speak.

Fu Yue: "..."

She looked at the child carefully and made sure she had never seen him.

The child looks about five years old, looks white and cute, and the clothes he wears are neat and tidy. He is holding Fu Yue’s thighs, and his black grape-like eyes look at her pitifully, although he doesn’t say a word. , But like an abandoned puppy.

His eyes were wet, with a bit of cowardly to please, as if to say you don't abandon me.

Fu Yue: "...Child, don't look at me like that, make it as if I am your dad. I am still young and cannot give birth to a child as old as you."

And it's not a small problem.

The point is that there are no hardware facilities.

This kid kept silent, and Fu Yue couldn't help it.

Can't take it off.

Can't fight and fight.

So Fu Yue froze with the child, at the door of the Internet cafe, of course, she had already called the police.

Fu Yue guessed that the child should have been lost. She looked pitiful, and she couldn't bear to leave him alone. After all, the child is so cute. What if he is abducted and sold into the mountains by traffickers?

She bent over, poked the child's white tender cheek with her hand.

"What's your name?"

I thought he would not answer.

Unexpectedly, the child's soft and tender voice sounded.

"My name is Fu Xingchen."