Zhuo Jian simply ignored it without answering, and Fu Yanye immediately clicked on the message to reply.
Zhuo Jian looked up and saw that he had taken her mobile phone and immediately put down the shovel in his hand to grab the mobile phone: "Fu Yanye, what are you doing?"
"She asked you if we secretly crossed Chencang. Let me clarify."
"I don't need it! Give it to me quickly!"
Zhuo Jian stood on tiptoes, but he was so tall that she couldn't reach him if he raised his arms.
Fu Yanye lowered his head, and when he saw that she was about to lean in, he would kiss her.
Zhuo Jian ducked to the side, but her hand still firmly grasped his strong arm, trying to reach up to grab her own mobile phone in his hand.
Fu Yanye held her small waist tightly with one hand, and quickly replied with the other hand: "We are husband and wife."
There was no response from the other side, and Zhuo Jian kept tiptoing, completely ignoring how close they were, for fear that he would say something treacherous.
Then......
A minute later, she successfully grabbed her cell phone, but she was already easily held in his arms.
Looking at the content he sent on her phone, Zhuo Jian looked at him angrily. When she lowered her head, she collapsed and immediately withdrew the message.
Because Ouyang Ping didn't reply, Zhuo Jian just hoped that Ouyang Ping didn't see it.
Unexpectedly, just after she withdrew it, Ouyang Ping sent a message: "Why did you withdraw it? I saw it all!"
"..."
Zhuo Jian suddenly had goosebumps starting from the top of his head downwards.
She raised her eyes to look at Fu Yanye and cursed unconsciously: "Are you sick? What nonsense did you say to her?"
"Nonsense? Is our marriage certificate fake?"
"..."
Zhuo Jian didn't want to argue with him anymore, so she just pushed him hard.
Seeing her, Fu Yanye remembered that her face was red and her neck was thick, and she held her in his arms forcefully: "I'll give you ten minutes, and if you can break free from my arms, I'll lie and say we're not a couple."
Zhuo Jian glanced at him, then struggled hard.
But ten minutes later, her legs became weak and she was lying in his arms, panting.
Seeing the thin sweat on her forehead, Fu Yanye couldn't help but twitching the corner of his lips, and then kissed her forehead distressedly: "No more money?"
"Fu Yanye, you bastard!"
Zhuo Jian scolded him angrily, unable to exert any strength at all.
Fu Yanye smiled: "You didn't prepare this meal. If I did, remember to owe me another meal."
"Who owes you!"
Suddenly I had the strength to push him away and turned around to cook.
But her legs were weak and she almost fell.
Fortunately, he strangled her small waist from behind.
Zhuo Jian was furious: "Don't touch me again!"
Fu Yanye was frightened by her loud shout and immediately took his hand away.
Zhuo Jian looked at him bitterly: "Get out of here, I'll call you after I've cooked the food!"
"OK! Calm down, Mrs. Fu!"
"..."
Zhuo Jian stared at him speechlessly, Fu Yanye turned around and walked out slowly with his long legs.
Zhuo Jian stood in front of the glass table. It took a long time to calm down. When he cut vegetables again, he unconsciously used more force.
What sin did she commit in her previous life?
I have been bullied by him for so long in my life.
But suddenly the blade of the knife cut on his finger. Zhuo Jian quickly put down the knife and took a look. He found that there were bright red blood beads flowing out, so he immediately opened the faucet to wash it away.
"What's wrong?"
Fu Yanye went to wash his hands and came back.
Zhuo Jian glanced at him, then immediately wiped the handle and picked up the knife again: "Don't come here again!"
Seeing her angry look, Fu Yanye couldn't bear to offend her, so he pulled out a chair at the dining table and sat down: "I'll sit here and read emails for a while."
Zhuo Jian didn't stop chopping vegetables. When he saw the blood on the vegetables, he thought that if he saw such a severe mysophobia, he would definitely vomit if he saw the vegetables like this.
However, she felt very unhappy at this time and couldn't help but whisper: "I want to see how severe your mysophobia is."