He threw down his things in his hand in annoyance, then turned around and walked out with his coat from the sofa.
Zhuo Jian almost thought he had an illusion, and it seemed that someone had gone out.
But not long after, I heard the door ringing again.
She suspected that he ordered takeaway.
Actually not.
He just left and remembered that he was making breakfast and was back.
But there was reluctance all over the body, and there was also tolerance.
He didn't know when he could endure it, maybe one day he suddenly broke out again.
He shouldn't have asked her to indulge herself outside like this.
Zhuo Jian completely forgot that the cigarette he smoked last night was confiscated, and just lay on the bed and scattered it.
Not long after, Fu Yanye cooked the rice, stood at the door, and knocked on the door twice.
Zhuo Jian raised his eyes and saw that he was unhappy and asked him with his eyes what he was doing.
"Have a meal."
Fu Yanye said coldly, turned around and left.
Although Zhuo Jian didn't understand, he was really hungry.
If she had no problem with her sense of smell, he should have cooked the chopped green onion noodles and added poached eggs to her.
Zhuo Jian walked to the restaurant to sit down, Fu Yanye delivered the noodles to her, and then stood beside her and looked at her so unhappy.
Zhuo Jian just ate noodles, and almost finished eating it, wiped his mouth with a piece of paper, and looked up: "Get me a spoon?"
She really thought he had been standing next to her and was thinking about listening to her demolition.
After hearing this, Fu Yanye did not refute and actually helped her get a spoon and put it in the bowl.
Zhuo Jian took a few sips of the soup before looking at him again, "Why are you standing here all the time?"
Fu Yanye suddenly leaned over and came to her.
Zhuo Jian retreated in fear, panic in his big eyes, and was prepared.
"What do you like to smoke? I'll find someone to bring you two tomorrow."
He pulled a piece of paper from the side and said while helping her wipe her mouth.
It's like really helping.
Zhuo Jian looked at him, she didn't realize that he would be so kind.
"Why should I help me with it?"
Zhuo Jian asked him.
"Maybe I want to die together."
“…”
Zhuo Jian was so scared that his hair stood up.
"Or just a simple help."
“…”
Zhuo Jian doesn't understand even more. This sentence is worse than that thoroughly dying together.
She pursed her lips and looked at him, trying to find something in his eyes.
But he stopped to wipe her mouth, put down the tissue and stepped forward, but this time he pinched her chin and looked at her lips that were wiped clean by him. He smiled. He always liked her little picture.
It feels like he kisses his mouth, but he has never kissed anyone else.
Fu Yanye didn't realize that he had to kiss a few people to tell which one he liked. He believed that it was this mouth, but he still narrowed his eyes, "Zhuo Jian, I suddenly wondered what other dirty things you touched with this mouth?
”
“…”
Zhuo Jian looked at his face unconsciously, then went down to his Adam's apple.
"I'm not a dirty thing."
Fu Yanye immediately understood what she expressed and refuted.
I?
Zhuo Jian looked at him silently. He was so thorny at this time that she would not provoke him, so she closed her mouth.
But as soon as she shut up, Fu Yanye suddenly remembered when she kissed his Adam's apple with a gentle and soft kiss.
Can he still think about this at this time?
He got angry and suddenly pulled her up.
Zhuo Jian felt that his feet were off the ground, and soon sat on a high place.
Oh.
It's on the table.
He supported his hands on both sides of her, squeezed himself between her knees, and continued to look at her, "You messed with me."
“…”
Zhuo Jian's eyes were full of question marks.
"So you have to take charge of calming my anger."
“…”
Isn’t the meaning of calming anger to let him vent?
Zhuo Jian continued to remain silent so that she stopped saying a word to avoid giving him more excuses.
"Zhuo Jian."
"I don't want it."
His ambiguous aura was on her face and he was about to kiss her.
Zhuo Jian finally spoke, and turned his head and refused to let him kiss him.
Fu Yanye was angry that she hid so quickly.
He felt as if he hadn't kissed her for most of his life.
"I want."
He said.
Zhuo Jiangang raised his eyes, but before he could see him clearly, his lips were suddenly blocked.
She leaned back and he held the back of her head, making it impossible for her to fall back, and it made it easier for her to kiss her deeper.
Zhuo Jian felt that his breathing was about to disappear and he was a little lacking in oxygen. She felt a little trembling and could not even exert his strength when he wanted to push him.
Fu Yanye's mind suddenly appeared today's night.
He deliberately asked her to drink a few more drinks.
But now, they don't need to drink to make fun of it.
"Fu Yanye."
Finally, his kiss was willing to move away from her lips and tongue. Zhuo Jian called him when he raised his head and felt that his neck was about to be sucked off.
"Do you think I'll cook for you for nothing?"
“…”
It really takes a price to pay.
"Then I will never eat the rice you cook again."
The moment he picked her up, she looked down at him and said.
Fu Yanye looked at her with dark eyes, "You can't help but."
“…”
Zhuo Jian stopped talking again, but tears were spinning in his eyes.
He carried her back to the room, and he had just put her down when she suddenly got up.
Fu Yanye suddenly stopped and could not move.
He was standing beside the bed, and she hugged him?
How could it be?
Not long after, he lowered his head and saw that she was about to stick to him.
Then……
Her hands were in his pants pocket, she, wasn't she hugging him?
After a few seconds of excitement, Fu Yanye took her wrists and asked her, "What are you looking for?"
"Look for your cell phone and call the women who want to sleep with you."
"What did you say?"
Fu Yanye's lungs were about to explode.
"Don't you want to vent? You probably won't just look for me, right? We haven't done it for so long, and you have so much energy, you must have done it with others. You can go to them."
She said as she wanted to find a cell phone on him again.
But his cell phone was in the jacket he was wearing on the sofa outside.
Fu Yanye held her wrists and pressed her on the bed, "If I had another woman, I would come to you?"
"You don't tell the truth at all."
Zhuo Jian stared at him distrustfully.
"Is it because I don't tell the truth or you can't tell the truth?"
Fu Yanye suddenly became more serious.
"I can't tell the difference. Fu Yanye, go find someone else."
For the holidays, why not find someone who can tell the difference?
Fu Yanye let her push her, but she didn't move in front of her, and there was even a little resentment in her eyes when she looked at her.
Zhuo Jian was tired and looked at him in anger, "Can you get up?"
"OK."
What she said that night suddenly appeared in his mind, or did she just want him?
What is his current situation?
Fu Yanye didn't want to be mean again. As she said, there were women outside who wanted him to sleep.
He got up and left, not coming back this time.
Zhuo Jian sat on the bed and gasped, and was angry that he threw her door so hard.
And soon she remembered what happened to her grandparents.
She called Wang Yue, and she thought, or she could conspire with Wang Yue.
When Wang Yue received her call, she was choosing jewelry. When she saw it, she immediately answered it: "Baby."
"Mom, can you help me with grandpa's birthday party tonight?"
"Grandpa's birthday party, okay, of course it's no problem."
Wang Yue's eyes flashed with agility, and he immediately agreed.