Zhuo Jian thought about it again, but in the end he still didn't dare to make a bet with him.
There is really no victory in sight.
So it's just exercise.
Zhuo Jian later broke out in a sweat and her face turned red. Fu Yanye looked at her and said, "Come here for half an hour every day from now on."
"ah?"
"Otherwise, with your small body, you will die young easily!"
"..."
Zhuo Jian looked at the person who had walked out in shock, and then quickly chased after him.
Regardless of whether she died young or not, she felt that her arm was going to be useless.
When Fu Yanye heard the footsteps of the chase, he turned around to wait for her, and suddenly felt his heart being hit hard by her.
The sports skirt she wore to play tennis was very flattering to her figure. When she ran, her hair moved and the hem of her skirt also moved.
He suddenly thought of those two idioms, swaying and looking forward to brilliance!
"Where to go next?"
Zhuo Jian ran over and asked him breathlessly.
Fu Yanye looked at her, raised his hand and pinched the broken hair on her forehead aside, and said to her in a hoarse voice: "Home!"
Zhuo Jian's heart skipped a beat when she heard the word home, and she raised her eyes to look at him.
Fu Yanye held her hand again. At this time, his palm was warm, and he held her hand to make her feel hot.
But when she got to the door, Zhuo Jian's cell phone rang. She took her hand out of Fu Yanye's palm. After seeing the number, she consciously avoided Fu Yanye and answered it: "Hello?"
"Zhuo Jian, don't talk nonsense to Fu Yanye, let alone try to be his wife. I don't want there to be any misunderstandings between me and my future son-in-law."
It was Lin Jiaoyang. When Zhuo Jian heard him mention Fu Yanye, she reflexively turned her head and glanced at Fu Yanye. Fu Yanye looked at her with his dark eyes.
Zhuo Jian lowered his head again: "Don't call again!"
Fu Yanye walked over to get her mobile phone.
When Zhuo Jian realized it, he immediately hid behind him and stepped back: "You can't touch my things without my consent."
"who is it?"
Fu Yanye asked directly.
"He made the wrong call!"
Zhuo Jian smiled back at him, then put the phone in his pants pocket.
"You won't tell me, right? See if I can get it."
Fu Yanye took action again as he spoke. Zhuo Jian became nervous and subconsciously ran out.
Fu Yanye caught up with her in front of the car and forced her against the door: "I can see for myself, or you can tell me. It's your choice."
"I don't choose!"
Zhuo Jian was disturbed by his aura, but still made a rational decision.
"Do you want me to kiss you?"
Fu Yanye said these words domineeringly, and then looked at her lips with his dark eyes.
Zhuo Jian was frightened. Seeing his eager eyes, he wanted to cover his mouth the next second, but his hand was firmly grasped by Fu Yanye first.
"Um!"
Zhuo Jian's lips hurt and he groaned.
Then he held her wrists and forced them behind her waist, and his kiss became more intense in the sunlight.
Zhuo Jian felt the cars coming and going in the parking lot, and even people passing by, and people paying attention. She immediately stopped her movements that wanted to resist, and closed her eyes obediently to let him kiss her.
Fu Yanye liked her obedience very much, and the movements of kissing her gradually became gentle.
Someone did recognize Fu Yanye, but seeing what he was doing, everyone left muttering.
Zhuo Jian blushed with embarrassment when she heard those comments. After those people left, she tried to struggle again.
Fu Yanye held her arms with both hands to prevent her from moving her hands from his back, but the kiss stopped temporarily: "I suddenly missed the last time you kissed me in my arms."