Chapter 315: The wealthy wife's Shura Field (34)

Fu Yue sneered.
She raised her white and slender fingertips, touched the man's cherry red lips, and smiled: "Is your long mouth a decoration? Can't you say something I regret?"
Qi Jin blinked, then hummed, and whispered: "Then, you won't go?"
Fu Yue nodded perfunctorily.
The young and beautiful officer curled his lips, his indifferent eyebrows opened with a stunning smile, and then happily stuffed the key in his hand into Fu Yue's hand, "Then you should keep this."
Fu Yue didn't refuse this time, but raised her eyebrows and started to settle the account. "When we met for the first time, you threw me at the wedding, making me the laughingstock of everyone in Beicheng."
"When we met for the second time, you pressed me to the ground and pointed a gun at me. Later, because I slept irregularly, you tied me to the bed."
"You pushed me against the cabinet a few days ago, and my arm was bruised. It hasn't faded yet."
As he said, Fu Yue opened his sleeves slightly, revealing a shocking bruise on his arm, "You can tell me, how should I settle accounts with you?"
Facing Shang Fu Yue's narrow and beautiful eyes, Qi Jin felt a little guilty, his thin lips moved, and tentatively asked: "Why don't you beat me?"
Fu Yue: "..."
He gently held Fu Yue's arm, looked down at the bruise, and distressed flashes in his eyes, "I'm sorry."
Qi Jin thought for a while, he raised his hand to hold Fu Yue's hand, and then slapped his face severely.
There was a crisp sound.
Fu Yue was stunned.
Adjutant Li, who was driving in front, was also stunned. The steering wheel shook and almost hit the ditch.
This slap is really unambiguous.
The man's white and beautiful face was covered with a clear slap print, and the corners of his lips were even a little broken. Looking at it this way, there was a bit of shocking and abusive beauty.
Seeing Qi Jin still wanting to slap himself, Fu Yue hurriedly withdrew his hand, then reached out to hold his chin, and said with a heartache: "Why are you slapping yourself in the face! What I like most is your beauty. Flowery face!!"
"Qi Jin, believe it or not, if you get disfigured, I won't want you."
Qi Jin: "..."
There was a heartbreak in his heart, as if he was just touching himself.
He slowly opened his lips and said: "You said that I used to make you a joke in Beicheng. Tomorrow is the day when the warlords will meet up. I will be able to accompany you by slap-printing."
Become a joke with you.
To say that she was moved, Fu Yue must have been, but she still felt more distressed about Qi Jin's... face.
This slap was on her heart, her heart! !
The beautiful young officer said quietly, "So, you just like my face?"
Fu Yue said sincerely: "Not all. But... I'll give you an example. If your beauty drops by 50%, then my love for you will also drop by 50%."
This is very truthful and heart-warming.
Qi Jin: "..."
He tried his best to suppress the feeling of congestion and tried to comfort himself. So... honest girl, hard to find.
Raising his hand and gently pinching Fuyue's face, Qi Jin withdrew his hand expressionlessly, "I have no conscience."
Fu Yue's eyes turned, and she fell on Qi Jin's pure white gloves, her beautiful phoenix eyes blinked, and she asked, "Why are you wearing these white gloves all the time? Are you 13?"
Qi Jin raised his eyes in doubt, "Pretend to be 13?"