Zhuo Jian walked over, put her hand gently into his palm, turned around and went inside, sitting directly next to him. She looked up and saw him: "Is Mr. Fu coming to pick me up?"
"Um."
Fu Yanye looked at her coquettish look with deep, dark eyes, full of doting.
"Aren't you afraid that your wife will be angry?"
Zhuo Jian turned around again and simply lay on his chest.
He smelled faintly of alcohol, but it wasn't unpleasant.
"Afraid."
Fu Yanye held his breath and could hardly bear it.
"Afraid of coming again?"
Zhuo Jian blinked ambiguously.
"The person in front of you is your sweetheart, and death will come."
"..."
Zhuo Jian's heart felt hot.
Instead, he held her on his lap and held her down. His lips smelling of wine covered hers, and they kissed her.
"Zhuo Jian?"
His hands caressed her beautiful skin, kissed her chin, and called her.
"Um?"
"I've become more and more coquettish lately."
"Um?"
"I really want to..."
The next few words fall directly into my ears.
Zhuo Jian was having trouble breathing.
Later, Shengyuan.
Two people in the dark garage.
Fu Yanye lowered his eyes and looked at the white and rosy face of the woman in his arms who had not yet calmed down his breathing, as if water would come out when he pinched her. His hand gently stroked her ear, lingering on her neck, collarbone, and finally returned to
On her lips.
Zhuo Jian glanced at him, then suddenly bit his finger.
Fu Yanye frowned slightly, but soon looked at her with eyes as deep as the sea.
Zhuo Jian was originally just playing a prank, and naturally she didn't really want to bite him, but when she saw the sudden ambiguous look in his eyes, she immediately acted like a pug, letting go of his hand, burying her face in his arms and murmuring: "Fu Yanye, I didn't
Now that you have the strength, you have to be responsible for carrying me up."
Fu Yanye didn't say anything and didn't even want to go up.
Because there are always people who suddenly disturb me at night at home.
But in the end, he still hugged her back.
After all, the bed at home is the most comfortable for her to sleep on.
And he can make her most comfortable lying in his arms.
When the elevator door opened, Fu Yanye walked out with Zhuo Jian in his arms.
Soon, the two people returned home.
There was silence on the first floor, and he directly carried her upstairs through the elevator.
Zhuo Jian was about to fall asleep in his arms. When he put her down, she still held the back of his neck and murmured: "Wait until you put the water in and ask me to take a bath."
"Um."
Fu Yanye agreed and placed a gentle kiss on her forehead.
Zhuo Jian then let go of him, found a comfortable position on the bed, closed her eyes and continued to sleep lightly, waiting for him to come back.
Fu Yanye went to put the bath water in. When he bent down to test the water temperature, he flicked his fingers in the water. The splash of water gave him a headache.
He closed his eyes and pinched his temples. There was no picture, just a very strong sound, like the sound of someone falling into the water, like...
Zhuo Jian?
That voice.
His mind was in turmoil for a while, and he was about to faint from the noise.
"dad."
Suddenly a voice, like a voice that did not belong in his thoughts, reached his ears, and he turned around.
Chengcheng was right in front of him. His hand slipped and he fell into it.
"..."
Chengcheng was shocked, hugged her toy tightly, and then pursed her lips hard.
He told himself that he couldn't laugh because his father would be angry if he did.
But, but, it’s so funny, dad actually fell into the bathtub.