Quick Transmigration: After Villain Reaches Full Level Chapter 332: I’m the heroine next door (thirty)

Hua Wu didn't expect that she would still receive the red envelopes from Kong Jiahao and the others. Although it wasn't much, it was her heart.

Kong Jiahao got a camera out of nowhere, pulled them to take pictures, and finished using one roll of film.

A group of people made trouble until two in the morning, each found a place to sleep directly.

Fu Yue went back to his room and found that he had four lying on the bed.

In the cold weather, Fu Yue couldn't let them roll to the ground and sleep.

Hua Wu pulled out the quilt that could be used at home and put it on them, otherwise they would have to call the police tomorrow morning to collect the body.

Finally put everyone in place, no one entered Huawu's room, but Fu Yue had nowhere to sleep.

"How do you sleep?"

Fu Yue was sitting in a chair with a coat draped over him, his voice very low, "Go to sleep."

"Oh."

Flower mist entered the room, she climbed into the bed and lay down.

Flower Mist stared at the ceiling, unable to sleep, what if the mission target dies? The injury of the big winter has not yet healed...

Additional quests are related to her suite!

Flower Mist got up again.

Fu Yue was still sitting there, the lights in the living room had been turned off, and only the fireworks outside had not stopped, and they were thrown into the room, shrouding the emaciated figure.

The flower fog probe called him: "Fu Yue."

Fu Yue looked up at the phantom standing by the door and silently asked her what else was going on.

"Come in and sleep."

"What?"

"Do you want to freeze to death in the living room?" Hua Wu clutched her clothes, shivering with cold, and urged impatiently: "Hurry up."

Fu Yue: "???"

Fu Yue rejected her coldly: "No need."

"I don't mind, what are you doing?" Hua Wu came over, bent over to meet his eyes, and asked word by word, "Or do you have other ideas for me?"

Fu Yue asked without changing his face: "What other thoughts do I have for you?"

"If not, what are you afraid of?"

“…”

Who's afraid?

Fu Yue seemed to be stimulated by her, got up and followed her in.

The bed in her room is 1.5 meters, which is not too small. If two people sleep, they will not touch each other with a little attention.

But there is only one quilt.

Hua Wu had an indifferent attitude, she had already lied down and tucked into the quilt, "Remember to turn off the lights, good night."

Fu Yue went around to the other side, sat on the edge of the bed, turned off the light, leaned against the head of the bed, and only slightly placed the quilt on his lap.

Hua Wu turned her back to him, Fu Yue stretched out his hand to slightly tidied up the quilt, covering her exposed back vest.

The entire room is filled with a girl's unique aura.

This scent seems to dispel the chill of winter nights.

Fu Yue looked indifferently at the figure with his back turned to him, but in those eyes, there seemed to be thorns, entwined with endless malice.

She shouldn't be so nice to herself.

She should speak ill of herself, hate, hate him.

Even if this is not the case, she should ignore him as before, treating him as a stranger.

She shouldn't be near her.

Fu Yue's fingers on the outside of the quilt clenched little by little until the blue veins on the back of his hands bulged, and the fingertips turned white due to ischemia.

The light in front of him began to swirl, a tide of darkness pouring in.

Fu Yue was slightly short of breath, he was afraid... afraid that one day, he would be unable to control himself and pull her into the swamp that he couldn't break free.

Fu Yue looked away and looked at the desk piled with books, the gloom in his eyes suddenly slowly faded away.

……

……

The next day.

When the fog rose, Fu Yue was no longer in the room, and there were only slight traces beside him. It is estimated that Fu Yue didn't sleep last night, just leaned over there to rest.

At the end of the bed is a red down jacket with a red envelope on it.

Hua Wu raised her eyebrows, my brother is suddenly sensible?

Hua Wu changed her clothes and went out. The living room had been cleaned up, and Kong Jiahao's group had also left.

Fu Yue sat at the table, resting his chin with one hand, looking at the empty bowl on the table, not knowing what he was thinking.

"Brother."

Fu Yue looked up.

The red down jacket complemented the girl's fair skin, and her long hair was scattered behind her.

"Like it?" he asked.

"Ok."

Fu Yue let her go.

For the sake of her new clothes, Hua Wu still cooperated and walked to his side.

Fu Yue turned slightly, lowered his eyes to help her close the zipper, and carefully arranged the collar and hat, like a caring brother.

"Brother will make your life better." Fu Yue touched the girl's face and smiled: "Let's have breakfast."

Flower fog: "..."

Hua Wu shuddered inexplicably.

Fu Yue is a little... wrong.

Why did he suddenly want to make progress and be a good brother?

Fu Yue asked Hua Wu to wash her face. He went to the kitchen to start a fire and cooked the dumplings that Jiang Tu had sent before.

Dumplings were put into the pot, he leaned on the side, felt the cigarette in his pocket, took it out and put it back.

Outside the window, there was a quarrel between the couple downstairs over whether to eat dumplings or dumplings in the morning.

He glanced down and saw only red all over the street.

That was the firecrackers that everyone set off last night. There were children who got up early, scrambled in groups, looking for firecrackers that didn't explode, and the whole street gradually became lively.

The sun shines through the clouds, casting its first rays of gold.

The first day of the new year is a good day.

……

……

Fu Yue put the dumplings on the table together with the pot, and called Hua Wu, who was watching the fun on the balcony, over for breakfast.

"Sister Jiang Tu's mother is very good at craftsmanship."

A woman with a mother is good.

The motherless heroine is very envious next door.

"Why don't you say I cook well?"

"...Aren't you embarrassed to put gold on your face like this?"

"No." Fu Yue was very righteous, and thought that he cooked well.

Flower mist is too lazy to argue with him about such a childish question.

Fu Yue suddenly said, "I gave some of that money to Kong Jiahao and the others."

After the cost of his hospitalization was settled, there were more than 20,000 in cash left.

He hasn't checked how much is in that bank card.

So I gave them the rest of the cash first.

Hua Wu didn't lift her head: "That's your compensation, how you control it is your business."

"You want the money back, I should have told you."

Hua Wu suddenly stood up and reached out to touch his forehead.

Fu Yue looked at her expressionlessly.

Hua Wu didn't feel his fever and was puzzled: "Fu Yue, is your brain broken?"

After a year, how much has changed?

Is this the new year?

The villain also believes in this evil?

When Fu Yue took the initiative to start studying, Hua Wu felt more and more that Fu Yue's brain was broken.

Fu Yue's attitude towards her has changed significantly. He seems to be trying to do what a brother should do.

It's a good thing that my brother is starting to make progress.

But...

Hua Wu looked at the cartoon-shaped balloon that Fu Yue handed over~IndoMTL.com~ with mixed feelings: "Fu Yue, I'm not a three-year-old child."

"Yeah." Fu Yue lowered his head and wrapped the thread around her wrist, making her look like the few-year-old children by the roadside.

Flower Mist sighed heavily, looking up at the balloons floating overhead.

It's a cartoon character, translucent, with a lot of small balloons inside.

It's... naive.

Hua Wu covered her forehead and said feebly, "Aren't you going to take me to a children's meal?"

Fu Yue: "Do you want to eat?"

"I don't want to!"

"Don't eat that."

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