He was even more cruel at that time. He always had hundreds of ways to torture her. She just wanted to run and run to a place he couldn't see.
"Zhuo Jian, it's too easy to give up, do you know?"
He endured his emotions and said to her word by word in the already dull bass.
"I don't know anything, I don't want anything anymore. Really, I'll give you all the children, and I will never look at them again..."
She thought she could do everything and part ways with him, but her voice was unconsciously vague, and her heart hurt. Those four little things were all her. She felt her chin trembling, she was about to say
When I couldn't go down, my hot lips were blocked.
In the dim carriage, there were grievances and ambiguous hums.
Zhuo Jian was stunned for a moment and soon became angry.
He actually dared to kiss her. The woman just went to kiss him, but now he actually...
Didn’t he have a cleanliness obsession? He was simply trash.
Zhuo Jian tried hard to resist and even wanted to vomit.
Fu Yanye sucked her lips, pried open it, and then sucked the smell from her mouth and frowned.
It's the smell of smoke.
"Um!"
Zhuo Jian almost vomited it out.
Fu Yanye's anger suddenly rushed to the top of his head, and his black eyes stared at her.
Zhuo Jian was also full of hatred and looked at him stubbornly.
Fu Yanye glanced at her chin: "Who told you to smoke?"
"Don't worry about me."
She looked at him with tears and said stubbornly.
"I really care too little, so I forget that you can even forget the world."
After Fu Yanye said that, he continued to kiss him again.
It hurts a lot.
But it was him who hurt.
Zhuo Jian bit his lips.
Fu Yanye's long dark eyelashes slightly lifted.
Her teeth bit his lower lip and blended into it with tears.
Her breath was unstable and trembling. She quickly let go of him, and then Fu Yanye held her face and pressed her to the seat and sucked and kissed her harder.
What he is most afraid of in his life is pain.
After Zhuo Jian found that he would stimulate his desire to conquer, he suddenly became honest and let him kiss him indifferently.
Soon he stopped and looked at her with her chin.
Zhuo Jian even looked at him coldly with tears, "You made me feel disgusted."
She was angry, and now she only felt that he was hateful and hateful.
"I'm telling you to feel disgusting? Then I don't mind making you more disgusting."
He pinched her chin and forced her to raise her head, and then agreed to his strong kiss.
Zhuo Jian pushed his shoulders with both hands, but in the end his arms were folded into his chest.
She had no strength, but he didn't seem to be tired at all.
He intercepted her from the airport. What was going on?
When he returned to Shengyuan, the car stopped, and Zhuo Jian held the seat in front tightly and refused to let go.
Fu Yanye went in directly from her, and brute forcefully carried her to her shoulders and took her home.
The house is cold and cooler than the sea water outside.
He put her against the wall and pressed her waist with his hands: "Do you remember that night?"
Zhuo Jian went to see him angrily.
In the darkness, her anger coincided with his.
Which night?
She could not think of anything.
He sneered: "You are drunk and say you are mine."
“…”
Zhuo Jian was incredible, and then looked at him in disbelief.
Her tears have washed her face many times.
She couldn't remember what kind of night it was that she would say such crazy words.
But she now knew very well that the person in front of her, the devil who almost forced her to death...
In the quiet and quiet dark space, he patiently asked her: "Do you remember the last WeChat message I left for you? I originally wanted to start all over again after I came back and let's be together."
She couldn't speak.
But tears kept flowing down like beads with broken threads.
She looked up at him stubbornly, without any expression, sad, surprised, regretful, cowardly.
But tears just kept flowing down, telling him in that way how she wanted to go back to that day.
But……
No!
She didn't want to go back to that day.
He told her to fight with Zhao Ran for wine, and he said who would win and he would go with him.
She didn't want to go back, she finally got to this point.
"As long as it is you, I can tolerate anything."
Fu Yanye pondered, raised his hand and wiped her tears with great affection. His thumb was wet and he didn't stop.
But his eyes were so dark that it made people feel that he was not so sympathetic.
Sure enough, he quickly let her know that he was not.
"Even if you plan to give up on me because of my amnesia, even if you spend several hours a day thinking about how to escape from me, Zhuo Jian, you have to remember that it was you who chose it yourself, and you will provoke me first, and I will only want it.
If you are so reckless, even if you hate it, you will be imprisoned by your side."
He clearly stated every word.
Every word he said was like a knife.
He is an executioner. His knife kills people without blood, but it is fatal.
"You remember it all?"
At this moment, she finally, was extremely confident.
She felt something was wrong with him now, and he didn't seem to think of a little bit.
But he always said he just remembered some.
It turns out that he is lying.
Why did she forget that the eldest son Fu and boss Fu were the best at lying to her.
"Yes, I remember it all, but I would rather not."
Fu Yanye explained in a low voice, looking at her with disappointment and hatred.
Zhuo Jian didn't know why he was relieved, it was like...
Finally, I can die clearly.
But what would he rather?
She has always been tortured by Zhuo Jian.
"And what? What are you going to do?"
Zhuo Jian looked at him as if he was home, so he continued to ask him.
He remembered them all.
The cruel Fu Yanye is back.
He would no longer consider her mood, he would only deal with them according to his own wishes.
She would not be surprised whether she was life or death.
She thanked him for not killing him.
Death, she thanked him for finally letting her go.
Life is just like that.
"I want to tie an iron chain on your feet so that you can stay in this house for life."
"I'll kill this one head-on."
When she said this, her teeth trembled.
She had the determination to die, but she looked down on his beastly behavior even more.
"Crash and die? I have a hundred ways to make you unable to die. Do you want to try it?"
He coerced.
"Fu Yanye, you are just a devil, you never consider my feelings."
At this point, she bit her lip and she no longer asked herself to say something to him.
Anyway, it is useless to say more.
He doesn't care whether she is happy or not.
She felt the blood surging in her chest, and she suddenly hoped that she would die by vomiting blood in front of him at this moment.
She didn't believe that he had no guilt at all.
Unless, he is a cold-blooded animal.
But he really could be that way.
As he thought about it, Zhuo Jian bit his lips harder.
Until Fu Yanye grabbed her chin again, using tricks to prevent her from biting her lip.
Her lips were covered with blood, which was her protest against him.
"What's the ability to torture yourself? If you have the ability, do you torture me?"