"Why?!"

Zhao Yue was stunned and looked at the strange scene around.

Where am I?!

The strange pink and white walls, the soft bed, and a faint fragrance in the room. The screen of the mobile phone lying beside the pillow suddenly flashed a few times.

She raised her hand and scratched her head, picked up her phone with a confused look on her face, and saw a series of short messages sent by Fu Chen on the screen come into her eyes:

Woman, you actually asked me to wait for you, you are very brave.

Woman, you will appear in front of me within ten minutes, otherwise I will demolish the door of your house.

Woman, don't try to run away!

…………

…??…

Looking at the words that were jumping out on the screen, Zhaoyue's facial features were twisted into a question mark.

What's going on?

Before she could figure out what was going on, the door of the house clicked. Huang Quan leaned against the door and frowned and looked at Zhaoyue sitting there with a disheveled face, and pushed the glasses on the bridge of his nose up.

"I advised you not to play games so late yesterday. Look at what time it is?" He pushed open the door and threw Zhao Yue's clothes beside him in front of her. "I'm going to play games so late every day. Be careful. I'll tell my parents."

Looking at the clothes that fell in front of her like snowflakes, Zhao Yue almost blinked her eyes. She raised her head and looked incredibly at Huangquan, who had short hair in front of her, a dark red shirt with a silver-gray vest.

"Huangquan?!" She frowned and looked confused. "Didn't I just come back from Kunlunyuan? Where is this? What happened? How did you cut your hair?"

The man in front of him giggled, touched the magazine on the bookshelf, rolled it in his hand, and suddenly landed on Zhao Yue's head: "You are so obsessed with the game, right?"

As soon as I finished speaking, I heard the jingle sounds on my phone. I looked down and saw a line of words popping out on the screen:

Ten minutes left!

Zhao Yue was slightly stunned, quickly got up from the bed, opened the wardrobe and quickly took out a black sweatshirt from it, put it on her head, grabbed the slice of bread placed on the table and stuffed it into her mouth.

Looking back, Huang Quan stood at the door with his schoolbag in his arms: "If you fail the English exam, your brother will take your time to take out two precious hours to tutor your homework!"

Zhaoyue bit the rubber band in her mouth and complained: "Don't be a big doctor, you won't bother you if you are so busy."

After saying that, he tied a ponytail in every possible way, took the schoolbag in Huang Quan's hand, glanced at the words "One minute left" on his phone, rushed downstairs quickly, and opened the door.

In front of him, a man stood against the light, and a black silhouette appeared in Zhaoyue's eyes. At this moment, the vise in his hand, which was one foot long, was even more amazing than his handsome face.

"It's just right." He said lightly, holding the vise in his hand a few times, slanted his body slightly, and looking at Huangquan who was walking down the stairs slowly.

"Oh, isn't this the stupid son of the richest man's family?" Huang Quan narrowed his eyes slightly, and the golden silk glasses showed Fu Chen's somewhat unhappy face.

"The defeated general of his subordinates ten years ago actually went abroad to return home." He sneered, pulled Zhaoyue over and held it in his arms, "I also tried my best to last Yue'er's household registration book."

The unconcealed arrogant look was very dazzling in Huang Quan's eyes. He took a deep breath and took a moment to make himself give up the urge to argue with the little kid, sneered and turned back into the room.

Zhao Yue looked down at her phone, then pushed Fu Chen's arms away from her arms very unceremoniously, holding her mouth in disgust: "Young Master, being your free tutor, you will be bombarded with more than 30 short messages in the early morning. Isn't it appropriate?!"

Fu Chen said nothing, glanced at her, reached out and took her cell phone over. After a quick operation, Zhao Yueyan saw that there was an additional certification fingerprint information on her phone.

"Hey hey hey!"

This important certification that can unlock all information on the phone, how can this man add it?

Fu Chen pressed her head with one hand and tried it back and forth several times with the other: "The trash phone is so slow to unlock."

After saying that, he put his phone in Zhaoyue's sweatshirt's pocket, turned around and parked in a black car at the door. The little golden man on the front of the car shone brightly in the sun.

Zhaoyue was a little angry, but had nothing to say, and followed his butt and got into the car honestly.

From the rearview mirror, Zhao Yue finally saw clearly that the driver was Mo Chuan. The gentle man, who was originally gentle, looked more calm and reliable with glasses, but before she could be amazed, Fu Chen raised his hand and held the vise, blocking her and Mo Chuan, cutting off her sight.

Zhaoyue was a little helpless, so she turned her face and looked out the window.

This is a world she has never been to, with wide roads, towering buildings, strange electronic products called mobile phones, and computer software called games in memory.

For a moment, Zhao Yue couldn't tell which world was her reality.

But fate seemed to be joking with her, strange cities and strange worlds, but people are familiar people, and even their relationships are the same as before.

"What you said to me before is still counted?"

Suddenly, Fu Chen's voice penetrated into his ears, and Zhao Yue was puzzled for a while: "What?"

The man in front of him suddenly turned dark and he hugged his chest and stopped talking.

When the car stopped, he almost pulled Zhaoyue off the car. He held her hand stiffly and walked over from under the butler's nose.

"Hey, that's Ye Mingye!"

I saw Ye Ming wearing a suit and ties smile faintly. He heard her voice, nodded slightly, and greeted her very politely.

But Fu Chen ignored her greetings, grabbed her arm, quickly went to the second floor, pushed open the door of his house, and threw Zhaoyue in very hard.

He staggered and sat next to Fu Chen's bed.

"Hey, you little bastard!"

As soon as the words slipped out of his mouth, Zhao Yue suddenly felt something was wrong. She looked at Fu Chen, who locked the door with one hand and pulled a hand of his shirt collar with the other hand, subconsciously pursed her lips: "Uh, it's not..."

"Little bastard?" Fu Chen slowly looked at her with a smile, and walked over with interest.

"Uh, you misunderstood." Zhao Yue waved his hand quickly and grinned.

"Misunderstanding?" Fu Chen stood in front of her, raised his hand and gently unbuttoned the two buttons in front of his shirt, "I promised to win the first place in the country in this exam, so you will satisfy my three wishes. Now I have turned my back and say I am young."

He suddenly pushed Zhaoyue's shoulder, and her center of gravity was unstable and she lay down on the bed.

At this moment, Fu Chen knelt on the bed, trapping Zhaoyue in the small world between his arms, staring at the woman in front of him with burning eyes: "You said I misunderstood, what did you misunderstand?"

Fu Chen raised his hand gently, stroked all the hairs on Zhaoyue's forehead, and then lay in front of her, almost against her chest, and heard each other clearly when they were exhaled and breathed.

Even with his capable short hair, there is still only one handsome word to describe.

Zhao Yue looked at his face getting closer and closer, and a trace of sweat gradually oozed out of her palm.

"Then, my first wish is..."

The closer and closer, with an unquestionable and indescribable sense of oppression, approaching Zhao Yue's lips.

Just as she struggled to get out of her way and was about to kiss her, Zhao Yue suddenly exerted force, and then heard a loud bang and returned to loneliness.

A huge beam of blue light lifted up most of the roof of the Kunlun Palace Hospital. Fu Chen hurriedly ran in from outside the house, pulled Mo Chuan, who was walking in front of him, and rushed into the inner room.

"What's wrong?!" He looked at Zhao Yue who was sitting on the bed in horror, then looked at the big hole on Zhao Yue's head, frowned, and took back the Yun Yu Sword.

Zhao Yue looked at everything familiar around her and the obviously smaller Fu Chen, raised her hand and patted her forehead, and smiled dryly: "It's okay, it's okay..."

Only Mo Chuan stood at the door of the house, looking at the big hole on the roof with a sad face, glanced at the direction of the inner room, and sighed.

It turned out that Yun Xiaoxian said that Yue Zun lived in two months and repaired the house three or five times. That's the case.
Chapter completed!