He opened the drawer, and the square inside was full of each.
Zhuo Jian saw a red color and suddenly pointed like a prank, "This is OK, festive."
"It's not that we're getting married."
Fu Yanye frowned, although he knew she was trying to make trouble for him on purpose.
Are they married?
Zhuo Jian went in a blink of an eye and slowly saw his eyes, then his mind appeared on their wedding day.
That day...
He held her hand and told her that I would.
I'm willing...
Fu Yanye also looked at her, knowing that she must have thought of it, because he thought of it, and she said I would.
Still impatient.
Fu Yan couldn't help but ponder, suddenly reluctant to tease her again, and was very serious: "Jian Jian, I..."
He held her face with his hand, but before he could hold it, Zhuo Jian suddenly stepped back and reminded him: "Hurry up and choose one by yourself, I'll go out and wait for you, hurry up, the wedding is about to begin."
Fu Yanye's hand was still lifted in the air.
I remembered when they were at their wedding.
She didn't urge him at that time.
Today is someone else's wedding, but she urged her.
I feel tormented and mixed feelings.
He put down his hand, just looking at the palm of his hand, the wedding ring on his ring finger.
Then he smiled helplessly and took a blue strip.
Zhuo Jian stood outside and sent a WeChat message. Zhang Mingmei and Zhong Mai were in the group and asked her to go out quickly.
Zhuo Jian was about to run away, but Fu Yanye walked up to her: "Thank you for your hard work, young lady?"
His voice is very low.
Zhuo Jian looked up at him.
"There are not many opportunities for you to wear a tie in the future."
“…”
This sounds familiar.
However, she took it over and opened it, then put the foot on his neck.
Fu Yanye lowered his head at the right time, raised his eyes a little, and almost kissed her in the face.
He wanted to kiss her face...
Fu Yanye saw her lightly closed lips, so gentle, and thought to himself that it must be very sweet too.
He knew that her lips were always sweet.
Zhuo Jian was about to have a fever when he saw him, so he raised his hand and pushed his face: "What are you looking at?"
Fu Yanye was pushed by her and could only look at one side, but she was not annoyed.
Her hands were fragrant and it felt very comfortable to touch his face.
Zhuo Jian quickly tied his tie and reminded him: "Stand straight."
"yes!"
He agreed and stood up straight.
Zhuo Jian fiddled with him again, went to the most suitable position in the middle, and then used to the next moves to sort out his suit.
Then his hands suddenly stopped moving on his chest.
She couldn't help but frown and questioned herself, "What am I doing?"
He just asked her to wear a tie, why did she organize his coat?
Zhuo Jian came back to his senses and immediately took his hand away. But Fu Yanye couldn't help laughing, "Thank you."
"Um?"
“I don’t like just verbal thanks.”
“…”
Zhuo Jian didn't understand a word, but the back of his head was suddenly hooked. Then, his facial features in front of him were infinitely enlarged. Soon, she couldn't see anything clearly, but she just felt his scented lips kissing her
lips.
"Well, that's how I'll thank you for this."
“…”
Who asked him to kiss her for thanking her?
Only he would want such thanks.
Fu Yanye smiled, approached her again, and asked her in a bewitching voice: "Are you still not satisfied with the young lady?"
“…”
Zhuo Jianda looked at him speechlessly, thinking to himself, you know what you are talking about, right?
But Fu Yanye made a move and wanted to continue, and said, "It's okay, it's okay for his husband..."
"It's not right away."
Zhuo Jian pushed his chin upwards and reminded him angrily.
But her so-called anger was not intimidating at all. Fu Yanye only felt that the hand holding his chin was gentle and gentle. He wanted to put it in his arms and let her rub him well to comfort him. Last night
He rubbed himself for a while and it was not at all comfortable.
Why is his hands so hard?
He still likes her the most.
So he held her wrist, held her hand again, and said, "One day this hand will definitely not resist me anymore."
"What are you talking about?"
Zhuo Jian really doesn't understand.
"You will know later."
“…”
She didn't know, she didn't know anything.
She thought he was suddenly very strange today.
Isn't it just to attend a wedding?
Why did he do it like their special day?
And he also said some strange things.
But she still remembers that he said that she had eaten fifty kilograms and they went to get a divorce.
Her IDs and other documents are still there.
The more Zhuo Jian thinks, the more scared he becomes. Is there another pitfall?
No, no, no, no, he can't always do that.
but……
Well, she should eat more quickly and try to gain weight to 50 kilograms as early as possible so as not to...
To avoid long nights of dreams.
——
Zhuo Jian and Fu Yanye walked into the wedding hall. Everyone was chatting before they could take a seat.
When Zhong Mai saw them, he raised his hand: "Jane."
Zhuo Jian followed her voice and found her and was about to rush over immediately.
Fu Yanye still held her hand: "There are many people, be calm."
“…”
Zhuo Jian was helpless and twisted his hands for a long time but couldn't escape.
Fu Yanye held her hand and walked slowly through the crowd, leading her to Zhong Mai Yanzheng and Su Bai and his wife.
Everyone looked at the hands they held, and sighed for a while as if they had seen each other for a long time. Zhuo Jian was embarrassed and looked at him again: "You can let go."
"It must be like this?"
Fu Yanye frowned, but asked her patiently.
Zhuo Jian asked him speechlessly: "Who do you think they are like you?"
Indeed, everyone stood up well, and who hugged their lover? No one held hands.
But Fu Yanye still found the problem and said to her: "Even Mr. Zhong is carrying his husband."
Zhuo Jian became even more angry and argued with him with his eyes.
They are the ones who want to divorce.
Fu Yanye had to let go of her, but soon, he hooked her slender waist again.
The material of the skirt was thin, and as soon as he covered his wide palm, her blood was surging.
Zhuo Jian looked at him again, and Fu Yanye was like nothing happened, talking to Yan Zheng and the others, "Is it soon?"
"should."
Yan Zheng just finished speaking, someone had already called them to take their seats.
Everyone found their own seats to sit down, and Zhong Mai whispered in Zhuo Jian's ear: "The Liang family is here too."