Zhuo Jian habitually put his hands behind his back and looked at the soles of his feet with lowered eyebrows.
Fu Yanye stared at her for a while, then asked her angrily: "I don't even deserve my name in your heart?"
"I just don't want others to misunderstand me!"
Zhuo Jian lowered his head and explained.
"What's the misunderstanding?"
Fu Yanye asked again.
Zhuo Jian then raised her eyes to look at him and continued to look away: "I misunderstood that I have a special relationship with you."
"Special? Is the relationship between husband and wife considered special?"
Fu Yanye asked again.
Zhuo Jian noticed that he was a little aggressive, so she looked at him again: "It's just such a small thing, why are you so angry?"
"What should I be angry about? As a husband, how can I not be angry when you cover up your affairs?"
Fu Yanye approached her and squeezed her shoulders with both hands.
Zhuo Jian frowned in pain and asked him angrily: "Do you dare to mark my number as your wife?"
"What if it is?"
Fu Yanye asked.
Zhuo Jian's heart skipped a beat, and at that moment she felt like a piece of wood.
Fu Yanye then took out his cell phone from his pocket and quickly found her note.
Really my wife.
Zhuo Jian looked at those two words in shock and couldn't say a word for a long time.
"Now you know what you have on my phone, what about you? Should you change it too?"
"..."
Faced with his aggressiveness, Zhuo Jian was stunned for a long time before muttering: "How do I know if you changed it when you went upstairs?"
"Do we need to check the surveillance downstairs to prove my innocence? Let's go find their property now."
Fu Yanye said and grabbed her hand to leave.
But Zhuo Jian suddenly came to his senses, bent his knees slightly, refused to follow him, and said to him: "You don't need to prove it, I just believe it."
Fu Yanye stopped when he saw that she was about to cry.
Zhuo Jian looked at him with aggrieved and questioning eyes, and soon asked: "Then what are you doing here?"
"Take you home to sleep!"
Fu Yanye originally wanted to question her angrily, but in the end, this was what he said.
Zhuo Jian felt hot in her heart. She didn't look at him as repulsively as before, but she still quickly lowered her eyes. Reason made her ask the very embarrassing words: "Have you finished taking wedding photos?"
"I won't be the one taking wedding photos with her."
"Who is that?"
Zhuo Jian absolutely didn't believe what he said.
"That has nothing to do with us as a couple. Now go home with me!"
Fu Yanye said and pulled her back. Zhuo Jian reacted very quickly this time and put his hands behind his back.
Fu Yanye: "..."
She thought there was nothing he could do to her?
No wonder others say women are naive.
Fu Yanye stepped forward directly and carried her on his shoulders.
"Fu Yanye..."
"Her bag and mobile phone are also in it!"
Before Zhuo Jian finished speaking, the door was opened from the inside, and Ouyang Ping, who had been watching the excitement through the peephole, handed her bag out.
Zhuo Jian: "..."
"Thanks!"
Fu Yanye took it, gave her a polite and distant tone, and then carried her away.
Zhuo Jian looked at the woman who waved goodbye to her with tears in her eyes. She only regretted that she had made a careless friend.
Fu Yanye carried her into the car, and Zhuo Jian reflexively wanted to run away.
"You know very well that no matter whether you are running long-distance or sprinting, you will be defeated by me. Are you sure you can still sit in my car so neatly dressed after being captured by me?"
Fu Yanye suppressed her and reminded her coldly.
Zhuo Jian immediately sat inside honestly.
Fu Yanye closed the car door for her and turned to the other side.
Zhuo Jian remembered that when she was a child, she chased him on the playground, but she couldn't catch him no matter how hard she chased.
So she sat there frustrated, until he suddenly leaned towards her chest.
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? 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 brought 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: "You, 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 be with you."
Made.”
She wanted to leave, but the car door was suddenly locked.