"I haven't seen you laugh for a long time."

Fu Yanye found that she was laughing, and then she became extremely determined.

Zhuo Jian found herself in a state of obsession and quickly put away her smiling face.

But Fu Yanye couldn't help but pressed against her forehead, and asked her hoarse voice caused by alcohol and her smile: "Baby, can you smile more at me?"

Zhuo Jian pushed him, but did not respond.

Fu Yanye straightened his waist, held her face up, and looked at her with drunken eyes, "I will never hide anything from you again."

“…”

Zhuo Jian was silent, afraid that he would just say nothing and would submit in a few days.

"If you do it again, you can bury me alive."

After he finished speaking, he quickly fixed her chin and made her raise her head, and agreed to his alcoholic kiss.

She instantly felt like he had seen her through, knowing what she was thinking, and...

If he really understood her, he wouldn't have treated her like this for so long.

When Zhuo Jian was distracted by alcohol, when he kissed her neck, he hid hard to hide, and pushed his neck with both hands, "Fu Yanye, what are you doing?"

"I'm almost dying."

He said aggrievedly.

"no."

He approached again, and Zhuo Jian pushed him out again.

His tall body was a little shaky.

"Why can't it work? Didn't you invite me in for tea that day?"

"Drinking tea is just drinking tea."

"Usually, when men and women are dating, isn't it just a matter of going upstairs to drink tea?"

He stroked her tight and thin waist with both hands, and when he spoke, he had already reached her ear and soon kissed her neck again.

"No."

Zhuo Jian couldn't push him anymore, his hands drooped, and he leaned his head weakly to let him kiss him.

Fu Yanye was not satisfied as he kissed him, and started to act again. Zhuo Jian whispered helplessly and seriously: "Fu Yanye, you made me very suspicious of your sincerity to me."

"Sincerity? I'm yours for the rest of my life, but it's not sincerity."

The more he spoke, he felt more and more aggrieved, dissatisfied, and even a little unable to hold it in, and his voice was hoarse.

He missed her tenderness so much. Just now, after the two of them resolved a major misunderstanding, he was very special, so excited that he threw everything behind his mind, thinking about that one thing.

"No, then will I have someone else in my life?"

Zhuo Jian covered his mouth and asked unbearably.

Fu Yanye stopped, his eyes suddenly turned jealous and said dissatisfied: "Do you want someone else? I wish I could cut off the hands of those who touched you. If you let someone touch you, I will go and commit a crime."

He held her hand and kissed her again and again, looking at her murmur with resentment.

Zhuo Jian felt his heart as if it was starting to start again, as when he first found out that he fell in love with him, and was ready to move.

But they had experienced too much, and she lowered her eyes, "You have to give me time."

"how long?"

"How long? It depends on your performance."

Zhuo Jian is a little unconfident.

She doesn't know how long it will take.

Can they really go back to the wonderful time between them?

"Then, can I let me eat and sleep with you when I act?"

When he said that he was sleeping together, he approached again.

"You're a cartilage, you've stood up, don't you like to separate?"

"Who likes to be separated?"

"Then don't you leave every time you send your son and daughter?"

"Then, isn't it a game of playing hard to get with Mrs. Fu?"

He smiled, a little embarrassed, but when he looked at her, he quickly turned so straight again.

“…”

Zhuo Jian also looked at him and couldn't say a word.

It turns out to be a game of playing hard to get.

She just thought, why did he become so fast?

Either she would occupy her sight all day long, or she would have lost news for a long time.

"My son said you asked him what I was doing."

He laughed as he said that, hugged her intimately, hugged her and murmured in his arms, "Jian Jian, you don't know what I was feeling at that time. I feel that the petals of the whole world are floating."

What a wonderful scene that was it?

Would it be too beautiful?

Zhuo Jian actually fantasized about the kind of flower that was not very heavy floating, as if he had seen it in a movie?

"Wife, I seem to be drunk, so I won't leave tonight, okay? Let's leave early tomorrow morning."

His voice was indeed drunk, and he became more and more drunk.

Zhuo Jian felt his body weight continue to be coming to her. Her shoulders and waist were so heavy that she couldn't bear it. She had to hold his waist and push him out with both hands: "Fu Yanye, you're so heavy."

.”

I was clearly alone at that time, but why did I suddenly feel very drunk?

"Have I crushed you?"

In his eyes, he seemed to be very drunk.

"The shoulders hurt so much, and the waist won't do it anymore."

She tried hard to support him and spoke.

But Fu Yanye stood up immediately, "I can't let you hurt."

Zhuo Jian: "…"

Why did he suddenly become like this again? He is very concerned about her.

"Can I carry you to bed? I'll help you rub it for a while. Also, do you want to take a hot bath? I'll help you release water and carry you to bed first."

He seemed to have no idea what to do, and as he said something, he was about to do it, and then came back and picked her up, "Take you to bed first."

Zhuo Jian was so scared that he hugged his neck tightly. He could throw her away at any time, "Go away."

"snort."

He laughed and walked further and further.

"Fu Yanye."

"Even if you fall, I will use it as a pad for you. What are you afraid of?"

As he said that, he suddenly took her into the bedroom and fell on the bed.

He was still holding Zhuo Jian's posture and just lay down.

Zhuo Jian's head was down fiercely, and then he was thrust up again. He was so dizzy that when he could see things clearly, he was already in front of her, and...

Maybe I was very accustomed to that movement, and suddenly turned to her, with a bit of lust in the confusion, "Baby, I miss you so much, I'm almost dying."

He pressed himself on her and buried his face in her neck.

Zhuo Jian lay there and couldn't move. He just felt that his breathing smell was too strong. He thought that he would ask him to drink less in the future.

Drinking too much alcohol will not only cause trouble, but also cause harm to the body.

Not only did she hear even breathing.

"Fu Yanye."

She called softly.

But the person on her didn't say anything.

Zhuo Jian had to turn his head and wanted to see him, but he saw nothing. He just unconsciously put his hands on his hair.

His hair is quite hard, but now his touch is inexplicably good.

He is also fine when he falls asleep.

It turned out that he was just afraid that she would be unhappy.

fool.

At twelve o'clock, Zhuo Jian calmed down, felt the weight and breathing of the sleeping person on his body, and looked silently at the lamps on the roof.

Well, I can't see anything clearly.

But he is here.
Chapter completed!