Zhuo Jian didn't want to smoke anymore and said, "Actually, you don't have to be so nervous. If it's fate, you can't hide it. If it's not fate, it's useless to think about it."

"I would have been as rational as you."

Jian Qian started smoking again.

"I'm not very sensible, otherwise I won't be here tonight. I just think you're too nervous. If you still have a brain when you go back after drinking, you might as well think about the new show."

"New show?"

"The show you are doing now is enough to finish four seasons."

"But the show is still very popular now."

"That's why the new show attracts audiences because you have the foundation for the last show."

"But that's your hard work."

"You also say that's mine. In my opinion, an excellent program doesn't need to be done for too many years. It's more beneficial to stop in time than to wait until it fails before closing."

"I see."

As the sisters chatted like this, they unknowingly, when Zhuo Jian discovered that Yan Juan had been smoked half of the size of her.

She was still feeling choked at that time, why...

Suddenly the door was pushed open from the outside, and the man in a black suit looked inside with dark eyes, and his gentle and concerned eyes just now suddenly became cold.

The smell of smoke in the house is a bit big, but more importantly, the smoker is the one he likes.

"Jian Qian, go out and I'll talk to your sister."

"This is what Jian Qian smoked, I'm going to help her exterminate it."

As Zhuo Jian said, he leaned over and pinched the cigarette roll into the ashtray in front.

Her slender figure and her every move made him feel upset. When he came in, Jian Qian said, "My good sister, how can I smoke two cigarettes at the same time?"

Jian Qian ran fast, like a little girl who was afraid of losing her brother-in-law’s pocket money.

Zhuo Jian was shocked and sweated. What does it mean to be together when there is any problem? She had to teach that girl well another day.

Under the silver-white light in the room, Fu Yanye's tall and straight body gradually came to her. His sexy and slender fingers gently pinched her delicate chin and looked down at her from a high light: "I also learned to splash on others."

It’s dirty, Mrs. Fu has made great progress.”

“…”

It's really ambiguous.

Zhuo Jian looked at him with his chin, a little like a dream.

"Don't want to justify me?"

"I don't want to pay attention to you."

Zhuo Jian said.

Fu Yanye smiled, approaching her, and his voice became deeper, "Our famous host, can't I be a man without family status?"

A man without family status?

Zhuo Jian thought to himself, how dare I?

Just now, in the banquet hall, she could see clearly how many people bowed down and bent down to flatter him.

"Do you want to tell me something?"

His thumb gently pressed over her lips, and he was a little humble.

Zhuo Jian looked at him, "I'm just taking one with Qianqian."

"Well? I don't usually smoke?"

He said.

"Um."

Zhuo Jian thought for a while and nodded in agreement.

He smiled, leaned his thin lips against hers, and then got together again.

She didn't hide.

Fu Yanye glanced at her, determined whether she really didn't plan to resist, and then kissed her.

There was a faint smell of wine on his lips, mixed with the tobacco on her lips. Soon he sucked her lips, and Zhuo Jian opened his mouth obediently and let him ask for it.

Fu Yanye stopped almost in disbelief, looked at her in a panic, and said something to ask, but in the end he swallowed it all.

Because enjoying this kiss is more important than anything else at this time.

No reason or excuse is important.

Zhuo Jian only felt that he was deeply in mind and could not guess what he had just stopped.

After a few minutes, Fu Yanye had already knelt beside her. His lips kissed were sweet and soft, and he was reluctant to leave, but the phone suddenly rang and he had to stop.

"Boss, Miss Jian was taken by Mr. Feng."

"Um."

Fu Yanye agreed lightly and hung up the phone again.

Zhuo Jian looked at him, "Is Jian Qian taken away by Feng Ying?"

"They are both adults and have the ability to be responsible for themselves."

He only said this, and then he held her face and wanted to kiss her.

Zhuo Jian avoided: "What adult? What if Feng Ying forced her?"

"This is Xingguang, who can force the boss's cousin?"

“…”

I don’t know when Xingguang’s staff met Jian Qian and knew her relationship with Zhuo Jian.

Zhuo Jian was a little relieved, but soon felt his lips being rubbed, so he hid to the side again.

"Didn't you respond just now?"

"Okay, you, everyone is at the banquet. What's the matter if we don't fight each other anymore?"

"Then let's go back?"

"My leg hurts, you can go back by yourself."

“…”

"Go quickly."

Zhuo Jian urged him.

Fu Yanye sighed helplessly: "Mrs. Fu, my father and mother were always with my mother in the past."

"Now when you go alone, others will only think that you spoil your wife."

"so?"

Fu Yanye was a little unsure.

But the word "possessing your wife" is quite tempting.

"Um."

Zhuo Jian agreed.

"Actually, do you know what I want to do the most now?"

“…”

She looked at him without saying anything.

"Get you drunk."

“…”

She thought she was just sleeping.

Fu Yanye had no choice but to return to the banquet living room and told his wife that she needed to rest first when she was unwell.

Zhuo Jian took advantage of this empty call to Jian Qian.

Jian Qian answered quickly: "Sister, I'm fine."

"This is in the starlight, you don't need to compromise."

"Um."

Jian Qian looked at the person in front of her, agreed gently, and then hung up the phone.

Feng Ying took off his suit, cold shirt, and black trousers and handed her a glass of wine: "I didn't expect it to be your Mrs. Fu's cousin."

"In fact, we have no blood relationship. My father is an orphan adopted by her grandmother."
To be continued...