In the space where she couldn't see her fingers, the man's hoarse voice comforted her a lot.
"Fu Yanye? You have drunk?"
But soon she felt something was wrong. His breath was filled with alcohol, which was quite heavy.
"Um!"
Fu Yanye pressed against her neck and breathed and stretched.
"Fu Yanye, why don't you go back to your own home when you're drunk?"
Zhuo Jian hugged his moveable hands and asked him in depression.
"I think of you coming to sleep in bed!"
"I'll call you to call a taxi and take you to Lin Ruxiang's place, okay?"
Zhuo Jian couldn't stand it when he heard his mute murmur. She thought she would rather send him away as soon as possible.
"Not good! I want you!"
Fu Yanye turned to her and attacked her thin lips.
——
Zhuo Jian woke up the next day and opened his Weibo with his hands-free opening.
The number one hot search, Lin's daughter's marriage.
Zhuo Jian opened the hot search and began with the words "Lin's daughter Lin Ruxiang and the chief wedding of Fu's company is about to be held.
The photo is a picture of Lin Ruxiang taking wedding photos in the studio.
"Dear, did you see that? She actually said she wanted to marry your husband. Are you ridiculous?"
"They probably are going to get married, so they will have a wedding first."
Zhuo Jian remembered what Ruxiang said to her, and said it depressedly, his throat ached.
"What? Have a wedding first? Before you divorce Fu Yanye, she can't wait to have a wedding?"
"I won't tell you now!"
Zhuo Jian was going to reply to Ouyang Ping, but when he felt something was happening around him, he turned his head.
She finally remembered the person who tossed her in her bed last night and fell asleep.
Fu Yanye!
He is still lying on the bed?
Zhuo Jian watched his head appear from the quilt, and his heart couldn't help but be pounding.
Fu Yanye didn't even raise his eyelids and asked her: "Who is going to hold a wedding?"
"You, Lin Ruxiang!"
Zhuo Jian's eyes were unable to move away from his face for a long time. He could only imagine him lying on her bed to sleep with her.
He is different from before. Even though he looks more mature now, but...
But he is definitely not a mature person.
Zhuo Jian lifted the quilt and was about to get out of bed.
But the person was quickly hugged into the bed again: "Where are you going?"
"Mr. Ye, you are going to marry Lin Ruxiang. Can you go and hug her?"
Zhuo Jian lay in his arms, the warmth coming from behind her made her uneasy and upset, making her unable to help but say such sour words.
Fu Yanye opened his eyes, then took the phone in her hand and opened it.
In less than five minutes, he had already left the bedroom with his cell phone.
Zhuo Jian was lying on the bed and was not in a hurry to get up.
She caught a cold!
She thought!
Zhuo Jian took his cell phone and asked for leave without any effort, and then shrank in the bed.
She knew it was ridiculous, but she still buried her face in it.
After Fu Yanye came back from the phone, he saw her covering herself in a quilt, and when he approached, he sat on the edge of the bed and lifted the quilt a little, then looked in.
The quilt was immediately shrunk from inside again.
Fu Yanye didn't say anything, just sat there quietly waiting.
Sure enough, in less than two minutes, she lifted the quilt.
Fu Yanye turned his head and looked at her turning his back to him, then turned sideways and said in a low voice behind her, "It's Ruxiang, but I promise you that I have already told her clearly, I won't
Marry her."
Zhuo Jian didn't say anything, but just pressed the quilt on his eyes.
"Do you really think I'm a scumbag? After sleeping in your bed, I put on my pants and went to another woman's bed to sleep?"
Fu Yanye asked her.
Zhuo Jian didn't say anything, with a thin layer of mist on her long eyelashes, which looked pitiful, but she became stubborn.
"Let's announce the marriage!"
Fu Yanye's voice was a little hoarse, and he couldn't bear to see her wet eyes.
Zhuo Jian was startled and turned his head to look at him with conditioned reflex: "What are you talking about?"
"Aren't you afraid that the whole world will treat you as a third party? We announce the secret marriage so that the whole world will know that the real third party is not you."
Fu Yanye explained.
Zhuo Jian: "…"
"Stop crying! I feel sorry!"
Fu Yanye gently wiped the mist from the corners of her eyes to comfort her.
Zhuo Jian's eyes became redder inexplicably, his nose became sore, and tears fell out again: "Fu Yanye, are you losing your memory?"
"Amnesia? Amnesia cannot get rid of you, a little clingy sperm."
Fu Yanye wiped her tears with his sexy thumb, and after saying that, he still kissed her eyelashes.
Zhuo Jian lowered her head, and at this moment she really wanted to let it go.
His chest is so warm, so is his hands.
She wanted to get into his arms and hugged him and burst into tears.
If he continues like this, something will really happen.
Just as she was fighting with her heart, her cell phone rang, and she then wiped her tears and got up to answer the phone.
"Hello?"
"I am Sheng Xin, Miss Zhuo still remembers me?"
"Mr. Sheng, I remember!"
Zhuo Jian was surprised by the arrival of this call, and then he wanted to get out of bed.
Fu Yanye hugged her from behind and did not let her go.
Zhuo Jian felt that it was okay to let him hear it, so he continued on the phone.
"I came here last night and stayed in Xingguang. I didn't call you because it was too late. I wonder if Miss Zhuo had lunch with me?"
"OK!"
Zhuo Jian agreed.
"Okay, at the Western Restaurant of Starlight at noon."
"good!"
After Sheng Xin finished speaking, he hung up the phone, but suddenly Sheng Xin's words appeared in Zhuo Jian's mind.
He said that the man wanted to recover from his illness and married his beloved.
Zhuo Jian subconsciously glanced at the person who put his chin on her shoulder and whispered: "How long do you want this position?"
"Who is always Sheng?"
Fu Yanye did not answer her words, but asked her back.
"The boss of the Internet, the one I interviewed last time on a business trip."
Zhuo Jian explained.
"What does he want to do?"
Fu Yanye asked dissatisfiedly.
"Just have lunch together."
Zhuo Jian speaks all the time.
"Hmph! I just did an interview and I'm about to have a meal?"
Fu Yanye said sourly.
Zhuo Jian couldn't help but go to see him again. He couldn't see clearly, but his heart was warm, "Can you let go of me first? You're so heavy."
Fu Yanye didn't listen, but instead buried his face on her neck and began to kiss her skin.
Zhuo Jian felt that his lips were a little hot, so he couldn't help but hide next to him, so the two of them rolled on the bed again and tangled together.
"Fu Yanye, I have a cold!"
"Infect me!"
Fu Yanye finished speaking in a low voice and continued to kiss her.
Zhuo Jian turned his head and dodged a few times. Fu Yanye held her face and said, "Try hiding for another one?"
Zhuo Jian was frightened by him, but stopped talking.
His lips pressed up again, tossing and sucking on her lips.
Zhuo Jian grabbed the bed sheet next to her, and the feeling of being so scared by him that he wanted to get his soul away.
While sucking, Fu Yanye ordered her: "Don't go see him!"
Zhuo Jian was determined to resist, but he didn't speak out.
Fu Yanye raised his head and glanced at her with black eyes: "Zhuo Jian! Did you hear it?"
"You can't be so domineering to me! I can't beat you so I let you..."
Before Zhuo Jian could finish his speech, his mouth was blocked again. This time he was not as gentle as before. He seemed to be trying to conquer the city and pool at the fastest speed.
"You are mine!"
He announced childishly, and then gently sucked her lips...