Zhuo Jian suddenly started crying, getting more and more sad, and the child was so angry that he cried.
"Ajan!"
"A-Jian is dead! A-Jian's father is dead, her mother is dead, and A-Jian is dead too!"
When Zhuo Jian heard the voice of Ah Jian, she felt like she was back in her childhood. The people who called her sincerely like that were all dead, but she seemed to be dead even though she was alive.
"Ajian is not dead! Ajian is alive and well!"
"She's dead! She's dead here!"
Zhuo Jian pointed at his heart and his voice became weak.
The originally small room felt a little sad at this moment.
Fu Yanye wiped her tears: "How could she die? She is so good!"
"He doesn't care. He only likes Lin Ruxiang. He gave her an engagement veil and treated her injuries. He doesn't want Ah Jian."
The more Zhuo Jian spoke, the more aggrieved he became, and then he started to cry.
"How could he not want her?"
Fu Yanye murmured, listening to her crying getting more and more sad, and lowered his eyes to kiss her tears.
Her tears are salty.
Zhuo Jian vaguely felt that someone was kissing her again, like Fu Yanye.
She also hooked her arms around his neck and pushed her little mouth that smelled of wine up to him.
Fu Yanye put her hand on her heart and took it out of her shirt.
Zhuo Jian touched a certain place and moved unconsciously.
Fu Yanye kissed her lips and couldn't help but murmured: "You little rascal!"
Zhuo Jian's cold little hands touched his warm chest, and she couldn't help but keep touching it, as if searching for something.
The bed suddenly became messy. Fu Yanye looked at the woman who had been chasing his body. His breathing began to become tight and restrained, and the expression on his face became more and more serious.
Zhuo Jian put his hands on his back and pressed him towards her.
The two people are separated by a layer of fabric and their body heat is transferred to each other.
Fu Yanye soon heard his heart beating faster. He looked in that direction with some disbelief, and then looked at the drunk woman.
He didn't believe it! She could make his heart beat faster so easily.
"Fu Yanye!"
She called out softly again.
Fu Yanye almost lost his life in an instant.
She usually calls him Young Master Ye in a polite manner, and only calls him Fu Yanye when she is in a hurry.
However, at this moment, in her dream, she called Fu Yanye a thousand times, causing ripples one after another.
"Um!"
He couldn't help but agreed, making the entire quiet space suddenly ambiguous.
"Don't send me away, okay?"
She asked softly!
Fu Yanye's body and mind were shaken, "Okay!"
Back to three years ago, he coldly threw her a card: "I will call you back if something happens. If you don't have my permission, you can study hard there and don't go back to China."
Did she not want to leave at that time?
But she got on the plane without asking him.
It has been three years since she left that time!
Fu Yanye was even more upset when he thought about what happened three years ago. He could only hold her little face in his hands, block her mouth that was talking nonsense, and kiss her again and again.
"Fu Yanye!"
"Stop barking!"
He ordered, kissing more forcefully!
But as soon as she got a chance, she whispered: "Fu Yanye!"
"Zhuo Jian, I won't care about you if I call you again, believe it or not?"
Fu Yanye looked at the woman with tears in her eyes, and suddenly felt angry and annoyed!