Zhuo Jian subconsciously tensed up and made a surrender gesture with both hands.
Fu Yanye raised his eyes and looked at her, "What are you doing?"
"What are you doing?"
Zhuo Jian asked nervously.
Fu Yanye didn't answer her, but a crisp sound replaced the words.
He fastened her seat belt.
Zhuo Jian felt that she had thought of him a bit badly, so she lowered her head to hide her embarrassment.
Fu Yanye suddenly stopped moving, staring straight at her little face that was gradually turning red.
The car left Ouyang Ping's community ten minutes later. Ouyang Ping watched from the window and sent Zhuo Jian a WeChat message: "He likes you!"
Zhuo Jian immediately turned off the phone after seeing it, but her heart skipped a beat.
Does he like her?
Well! He really likes her, her body!
Zhuo Jian thought of this, sighed inwardly, and then looked out the window.
The car soon arrived downstairs at her house. Zhuo Jian put her bag on her back and said, "Young Master Xie Yes, take me home."
Fu Yanye held her hand in the car: "Don't you want to talk to me?"
Zhuo Jian looked back at him, somewhat unkindly: "What do we have to talk about? You go back!"
"You are the best at driving me away."
Fu Yanye squeezed her fingers tightly, his eyes full of helplessness towards her.
"..."
Zhuo Jian narrowed her long eyelashes and looked at the two people's intertwined fingers, her breath stagnant.
"I bought your villa, but it's your name on it."
Fu Yanye didn't scold her for her ruthlessness towards him, but went straight to the topic.
Today she was taken home by Ruxiang. Fu Yanye had a bad feeling that Ruxiang might distort the facts and he had to explain.
Zhuo Jian also looked at him in confusion: "My name?"
"Um!"
"..."
Zhuo Jian held his breath and looked straight at him.
At this moment, she had some illusions.
"The contract and real estate certificate are in the apartment opposite. I won't bring them to you, but you can get them. They are in the drawer of the desk in the study."
Fu Yanye continued.
Zhuo Jian still felt it was unreal, so she looked at him for a long time before asking: "Why are you doing this?"
"You are my wife!"
Fu Yanye stared at her without any reservation.
"..."
wife?
Zhuo Jian still couldn't accept it.
"I can't let the place that belongs to you belong to someone else."
"..."
Zhuo Jian looked at him, gradually seeming to sink into a place she shouldn't be.
Is it impossible to let the place that belongs to her belong to someone else?
Is he so kind to her?
"No need to be burdened."
Fu Yanye looked at her frown and said to her.
The corners of Zhuo Jian's mouth moved and she retorted: "It's weird if you don't have any burden!"
"If not..."
Fu Yanye suddenly squeezed her fingertips.
Zhuo Jian was confused and looked at the entangled fingers of the two people.
"Give yourself to me?"
Fu Yanye leaned forward slightly and whispered in her ear.
Zhuo Jian froze and subconsciously turned away from him: "Don't do this!"
"What is it like? It's these three words every time, and I'm so perfunctory?"
Fu Yanye still entangled her hand, his voice caressing her heart like warm wind and drizzle.
Zhuo Jian still looked at the fingers of the two people, which were different in thickness and color, but were entangled together. It took him almost half a minute to regain his senses. He quickly withdrew his hand from his fingers and said persistently: "I can't possibly follow you."
made."
She wanted to leave, but the car door was suddenly locked.