"She didn't say anything. I have eyes and can see."
Fu Yanye reminded her, pushed her hand away, turned around and left.
Wang Rui stood outside and immediately lowered his head when he saw the look Fu Yanye gave him when he came out.
Fu Yanye withdrew his murderous eyes and walked away coldly and arrogantly with his long legs.
But Lin Ruxiang suddenly collapsed at the door.
Su Bai and Yan Zheng had some guesses about the conversation she had just had with Fu Yanye, but they were still not sure.
Lin Ruxiang turned her head, her eyes filled with tears but she still managed to look at them with a smile, and asked, "Why is he willing to leave me? Why is he willing to make me so sad? Is he kidding me?"
Su Bai told her before leaving: "We don't know much about you, but we did see Yan Ye wearing a wedding ring on her hand just now."
After Su Bai and Yan Zheng went out, they saw Wang Rui standing at the wall. Yan Zheng only said to him: "If I were you, I would never let her pester other men again."
Wang Rui couldn't help but laugh bitterly after hearing this.
He probably owed Lin Ruxiang in his previous life.
After everyone else left, he walked over helplessly. Seeing her sitting on the ground in grief, he leaned against the wall and stayed with her quietly.
Fu Yanye drove home, the only sound in the huge courtyard was the wind.
The room was quiet and warm. He closed the door gently and walked quietly to the bed with his long legs.
She had fallen asleep, but she left the warm light on his side.
Fu Yanye's slender body bent down, his long arms gently pressed against the edge of the bed, he came close to her face, and kissed her gently.
The chaos and falsehood outside seemed to have nothing to do with him anymore. He quietly took off his clothes and lay beside her, taking her into his arms.
The night was very long, and when he found her delicate body in his arms, he didn't necessarily do that.
Just seeing her sleeping so peacefully in his arms made him feel satisfied.
But when will she love him as much as she once did?
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When Zhuo Jian woke up the next morning, she only felt a sore neck. After opening her long eyelashes, she saw a familiar chest. Her heartbeat accelerated. She raised her head reflexively and saw clearly the man who was sleeping with her in his arms. She was even more excited.
My heart is about to beat out.
When did he come back?
And he actually slept so peacefully after he came back?
Didn't you offend her at all?
How could she sleep in his arms? Did she get in by herself?
Zhuo Jian thought that she might have taken the initiative. After all, she had been obsessed with his beauty for so many years, so she wanted to leave quietly before he noticed.
As a result, as soon as he turned around, the person was pulled back into his arms.
Fu Yanye hugged her from behind, his voice hoarse as if he hadn't woken up, "Sleep a little longer."
Zhuo Jian didn't dare to move and replied: "Let me check my phone."
Fu Yanye continued to hold her in his arms and wanted to sleep for a while. Zhuo Jian stretched out his arm and hooked up the phone. He secretly breathed a sigh of relief and turned on the phone.
In fact, she didn't know what to see and no one sent her a message.
The hot body temperature on her back did not belong to her, and it always reminded her to be calm, to be rational, and never to offend him.
To divert her attention, she opened Weibo.
The above piece of news about him made her subconsciously click on it.
The president of the Fu Group had a close relationship with his ex-girlfriend at a nightclub before his wedding.
The photo was taken when he was holding Lin Ruxiang's shoulder. It looked like they were really inseparable.
Zhuo Jian suddenly realized that he was not going to see Su Bai yesterday, but to see Lin Ruxiang.
Last night, Lin Ruxiang was waiting outside the old house in the rain. It was not the old lady who was waiting, but him. In the end, he was reluctant to let Lin Ruxiang wait outside. Did he still think that Lin Ruxiang was a terminally ill patient? So he loved her especially
?
What about her, Zhuo Jian?
He is still holding her in his arms now, but last night...
Zhuo Jian suddenly resisted and wanted to take his hand away from her body, but Fu Yanye suddenly came up to her, resting his chin on her forehead. He accidentally glanced at her mobile phone, and then took out his long arm from the quilt,
Holding her phone, she read the message clearly.
He was still holding her with great strength, and he had a conditioned reflex not to let the woman in his arms resist, but that Weibo post made her face suddenly turn cold.
"That's not what it says."
Fu Yanye subconsciously explained to the woman in his arms.
"Can you let me go first?"
She was held so tightly by him that she could hardly breathe.
Fu Yanye looked down at her angry face and slowly let go of her reluctantly.
Zhuo Jian immediately sat up, lifted the quilt and got out of bed.
Fu Yanye immediately chased after him, "I said it wasn't like what they wrote."
"You want to say that you and Lin Ruxiang have never met? Is that photo a composite?"
Zhuo Jian asked him back.
Fu Yanye frowned, the feeling of not being trusted made him very unhappy.