Kuaishou Little Ancestor: The God of Blackening is Begging for Responsibility Again

Chapter 235
Hearing the familiar voice, Fei Jue hurriedly sat up, sitting upright, like a real lady of the big family.

She didn't turn on the light, but the man pushed the wheelchair out of the dark, and the room was brightened up.

The man's face can also be seen clearly.

Today he was wearing a dark navy blue long gown which was rare, perhaps for the convenience of pushing the wheelchair, he didn't hold the folding fan in his hand.

His expression was the same as usual, neither salty nor dull, but Fei Jue still faintly sensed a trace of anger.

Fei Jue got out of bed in a hurry, and she threw her shoes to the door. Now she could only stand barefoot in front of Chu Jiusheng.

Slightly nodding his head, he said respectfully, "Jiuye."

Looking at her faintly, Chu Jiusheng said, "Have you forgotten what I taught you after you've been away for a few days?"

Still questionable.

Fei Jue bowed her head, "The subordinates dare not."

"Come here." Chu Jiusheng hooked his hands.

Without a moment's hesitation, she went straight over and knelt down beside Chu Jiusheng.

In this way, Chu Jiusheng could touch her as soon as he raised his hand.

As usual, Chu Jiusheng stroked her cheek, unable to tell whether it was affection or something else.

Finally, that slender white hand pinched her chin, forcing her to raise her head and look at him.

"Ah Jue..."

He yelled again.

Chu Jiusheng's voice was clear and warm, but Fei Jue's ears always had an inexplicable chill when he heard it.

Fei Jue didn't dare to respond, but just stared directly at him.

He said again: "You must always know your identity!"

"I am clear."

There was a slight pain in those twinkling pupils, she continued, "I'm just a chess piece, I can't have any feelings, Lord, I remember correctly, right?"

Chu Jiusheng looked at her for a moment, then raised his hand to pull her into his arms, and gently stroked her head, as if treating his own treasure.

"Good Ah Jue, you must never betray me."

He's already been betrayed once.

Fei Jue leaned into his arms, greedily feeling his temperature and his breath.

With a trembling voice, she refuted Chu Jiusheng for the first time, "But, sir, he is the first person who tried his best to please me, so he doesn't have to stay in that courtyard, and he doesn't have to face all-day training." , don't worry about disappointing you if you don't do well..."

"Master Jiu, you have never set off fireworks for me."

When she said these words, the hand stroking her head had well-defined joints and looked tight.

But it landed on her neck, and slowly withdrew.

Chu Jiusheng said: "Ah Jue, if this is the case, don't let me hear it a second time, never again. If you really fall in love with him, you are a waste of chess. Everything you have now , will change hands, since I can train you, I can destroy you, Ah Jue, you can’t betray me, understand?”

In the eyes of outsiders, Haiping's Jiuye is modest and docile, a handsome young man, Zhilan Yushu.

But those who are familiar with him know that he can be a gentle son, or a devil who kills without blinking an eye.

For example, now, Fei Jue's life is in his hands.

He only needs to fold it lightly, and he can kill her.

Fei Jue suppressed the soreness in his eyes, and said sincerely and respectfully: "Master Jiu taught... Ah Jue... never again."

Only then did he hear his chuckle, shallow, like a spring breeze.

The slightly cold hand reached the back of her neck, and brought it in his direction, and the thin and soft lips kissed her forehead uncontrollably.

Fei Jue got his wish, but his whole heart seemed to have fallen into an ice cellar.

(End of this chapter)