The male god of the wall: cute and black

Chapter 487

Zhou Jue was thinking about where Fu Hei was hurt, and an evil smile rose from the corner of his mouth. Coupled with his exquisite and alluring facial features, he looked extraordinarily wretched and suo.

He rushed out of the room, searched around the living room, found no one, went to the kitchen and the utility room, and searched in the study, but still couldn't find anyone, scratched his head, wondering where he had gone, and suddenly saw the man on the balcony. , a slender and lonely figure.

Strange, injured and still standing on the balcony to blow air?

Is it a man who wants to beg and is dissatisfied?

Thinking of this, the smile on Zhou Jue's face became brighter, and he covered his mouth and laughed secretly.

I really didn't expect that Fu Hei, who was cold and paralyzed, would have such embarrassing moments.

She is still a flower, even if she has an idea, she will have to wait a few years, so it's no wonder that sleeping together every day is not uncomfortable.

Just as she was about to chat with him, she suddenly saw the double-door refrigerator in the living room, raised the corner of her mouth, and walked over.

I took a bottle of fire-reducing black tea from it.

"It's really cool." Zhou Jue switched hands. It was a stormy day, and the temperature suddenly dropped by seven or eight degrees. It was not suitable for cold drinks at all.

"Hey, why are you here alone?" Zhou Jue asked in a normal tone as he walked to the balcony and handed him the low-fired black tea.

Fu Hei turned his head and saw the fire-reducing black tea he was looking at, his brows that had already been twisted into Sichuan characters frowned fiercely again.

In such a cold day, why is this guy so nervous, he drinks black tea for himself.

"Drink a little, it will make you feel better." Zhou Jue's twinkling peach eyes flickered slightly, his gaze flicked across his face, and slowly moved down.

Fu Heiben was an extremely smart person. Seeing his eyes and the malicious smile on his face, he seemed to understand something, and his cold face instantly turned black like Bao Gong.

"No need." He said coldly, pushing his hand away.

"Why don't you need it? Drinking this is much more useful than blowing the cold air pipe here." Zhou Jue continued to persuade kindly with a smile on his face.

Fu Heiyin stared at him coldly with speculative eyes.

"Well, you don't want to drink it." Zhou Jue was afraid of his eyes, shook his head, and put the low-fire black tea aside.

After holding it for a while, my fingers were frozen, it was really cold.

"I said, how long have you been standing here?" The two were silent for a while, Fu Hei was covered with cold air, Zhou Jue suddenly broke the silence, and asked for something to say.

Fu Hei's dark and deep eyes stared at the dark sky, the pattering rain, he didn't know what he was thinking.

The corner of Zhou Jue's mouth twitched, and he continued: "You don't want to stand here forever, do you?"

Fu Hei remained motionless, standing there like a pine and cypress.

After only standing for half an hour, Zhou Jue was so cold that he hugged his arms tightly. He really didn't know what kind of body Fu Hei was in. Isn't he cold?
Standing with him, I seem to be weak.

"This damn weather, if you say it's going to cool down, it's really cold." Zhou Jue scolded fiercely. I don't know when it will start, but the rain gradually stops.

He thought that Fu Hei would remain silent all the time, maintaining that movement like a statue.

Just when he was about to go back to the house to put on some clothes, Fu Hei's hoarse and deep voice sounded in his ears: "You said, a person can't control the devil in his heart all the time, and wants to strangle others. Isn't that very dangerous?"

Hearing his icy voice suddenly, Zhou Jue's spine shuddered, his body couldn't help trembling, looking back, he stared at the cold-faced young man with terrified eyes.

What's the idea?
"You... I... I didn't offend you, did I?" Zhou Jue stammered and asked, his body kept backing away. He thought he was the person Fu Hei said he wanted to strangle to death, and his legs kept trembling. There is an urge to cry, I just wanted to make a joke just now.

(End of this chapter)