Chapter 1070 We are no longer possible, even if I still love you
"What are you doing?"
The cold Fu Yanye stood outside the door and questioned.
"Shen Moli is missing, I thought she is here."
Chen Xiang was stunned for a moment, but was quickly regained his voice.
Zhuo Jian heard a familiar voice and subconsciously went to the door again.
Sure enough, Fu Yanye stood there.
Zhuo Jiancai wanted to ask, what was he doing?
Chen Xiang immediately explained: "Don't get me wrong, I respect Mrs. Fu very much."
"You found it?"
Fu Yanye was very satisfied with the three words "Madam Fu" and asked calmly.
"No."
"Then you can get out."
Fu Yanye's face turned cold.
Chen wanted to nod and leave.
Fu Yanye looked inside, closed the door gently after entering, and asked her, "Can anyone else enter this house except me?"
"Yes, anyone can enter this house except you. Please go out."
Zhuo Jian issued an order to expel the guests and walked in.
“…”
Fu Yanye didn't expect that he would be bombarded as soon as he entered the door, so he had to hold back his temper, "I didn't mean that."
"I don't care what you mean, anyway, I don't want to see you in my house."
She walked to the sofa, turned around, and casually showed her character in the frame she gave.
"I……"
"The kids are not here today, so don't have to pretend anymore, right?"
"I want to talk to you about changing bodyguards."
Fu Yanye looked at her for several seconds before saying this. He didn't expect that when the children were away, she would be so impatient with him.
“…”
Zhuo Jian suddenly couldn't speak, but soon sat on the sofa angrily again.
Fu Yanye followed him, sat on the sofa next to her and saw that she was still angry, and then said, "Did you ask Wang Rui to take care of Yuan Man?"
"Otherwise? Yuan Man needs him the most now when he is pregnant."
Zhuo Jian didn't look at him, he just told the truth.
"Um."
He agreed.
The space suddenly fell into silence.
In fact, they are all restraining their temper.
Zhuo Jian looked at him unexpectedly, and Fu Yanye also looked up at her.
"Just do what you said."
He said.
"As far as I say, I don't need so-called bodyguards at all."
Actually, it's just monitoring her.
"There will be more scars on your elbow without a bodyguard."
"Will I not be injured if I have a bodyguard?"
There were more than one or two scars on her body.
"Drink again?"
Fu Yanye remembered the things about her that made him feel enchanted, and asked differently.
Zhuo Jian held his breath instantly, then turned around and looked out the window.
"So you can take it as your grandparents' words?"
Fu Yanye was also upset.
What he wanted was the girl who always centered on him, who could call him Brother Ye or smile at him.
She is not.
But, she is.
Zhuo Jian looked at him in a blink of an eye. How dare he mention his grandparents?
She hasn't settled the score with him yet.
Fu Yanye took a cigarette and put it next to his mouth, but suddenly looked at her when he was about to lit it, and then hesitated.
Zhuo Jian didn't say anything, and withdrew his eyes, he went to the tea table drawer to get a cigarette, and placed it between his lips to make a point.
Fu Yanye pinched the cigarette and leaned against the sofa, staring at her with deep evil black eyes.
Zhuo Jian ignored him, lit his eyes, took a sip, looked at him with a cigarette roll in his hand, and asked, "Why don't you smoke?"
"Zhuo Jian, do you really think I dare not care about you?"
He didn't want to restrain himself anymore, and he ignored his joy and anger the moment she lit the cigarette.
"How could it be? How could I have such naive and unrealistic ideas?"
Zhuo Jian smiled.
She was wearing a shirt and a narrow skirt, and her slender legs crossed, not knowing that it was vaguely attracted people's hearts.
She was just upset and wanted him to leave quickly, but she couldn't drive him away. She touched her knees with one hand and pressed her elbow on the back of her hand, enjoying the soothing mood that the breath of smoke brought her.
I really didn't lose my temper anymore.
Fu Yanye sneered in anger, then lit a cigarette and took a breath, and then the evil spirit in his body could not be controlled, and he looked at her coldly.
Zhuo Jian didn't care or look at him, just enjoyed the cigarette.
This is pretty good. The two of them are smoking together, and no one needs to say about each other.
She thought, what else can they do?
This marriage has become so bad.
But someone still couldn't stand it anymore. Fu Yanye cut off the cigarette, then suddenly threw it in front of her, snatched her cigarette, and pinched her chin, "Zhuo Jian, are you testing my patience?"
Zhuo Jian was forced to look up at him, plain and plain, "How dare I?"
"How dare you? Then what are you doing?"
He was still holding her cigarette in his hand, and looked at her fiercely, questioning her with his eyes.
"Why can you smoke, I can't?"
Zhuo Jian asked rhetorically.
"You compare with me?"
He looked at her high, questioning with a low voice.
"I didn't compare with you, but you just have to take care of me, at least you have to set an example, right? I have a lot of bad records, how can I control me?"
Zhuo Jian looked up at him dullly, and every word was clear.
Fu Yanye's hand holding her chin was lighter, and he was a little away from her and wanted to see her expression clearly.
Later, he couldn't help but approach her again, and came to her eyes and stared at her eyelashes. Suddenly he didn't want to restrain himself anymore. She was still his wife, so he kissed him if he wanted to.
So he suddenly sucked her lips.
"Um."
He couldn't get up in one breath, and was hummed in a dull way by his sudden kiss, and then he could no longer make any sound.
Fu Yanye held her lips and refused to resist. He didn't let her move until his thumb touched the tears from the corner of her eyes.
But he still knelt on the sofa next to her, still leaning towards her, breathing in, "It hurts?"
Zhuo Jian didn't speak, but just looked at him stubbornly.
He drank wine, and she tasted it.
He could only allow the state officials to set fire and not allow the people to light the lamps, so he could not imagine.
Seeing that she refused to give in, Fu Yanye kissed her again at a glance. This time, she didn't just suck her in her mouth like she did just now.
This time his tongue broke into her mouth.
The smell of wine was entangled and her heart was irritated. Her arms folded in his chest and pushed out desperately. However, the heavier she pushed, the tighter he hugged and the fiercer he kissed.
She bit him, forcing him to stop.
"Well, Fu Yanye."
Her voice trembled, weak, her eyes were desperate, her hands hit his jawline only.
She looked up at him, the man who had been her faith.
He leaned over in front of her, but stopped kissing her.
He tasted the bloody smell, and then he swallowed it, and looked at her inquiry.
She was probably drunk, had insufficient blood supply in the brain, couldn't tell anyone clearly, and then she burst into tears. Then she asked the words she had hidden in her heart for a long time, "What do you think of me? I said to you last moment, don't you
The man is living a life of mercy and kissing me again at this moment? Do you think a bouquet of flowers and a word of sorry can make me return to you and love you again?"
She said: "We can't do it again, even if I still love you."