At the green light, Zhuo Jian glanced at him and immediately pushed his elbow to remind him.
"I want you now, my wife, can you stop by?"
He muttered, discuss?
"Um?"
Zhuo Jian looked at him, then looked at the road ahead seriously, and didn't hear what he was saying.
He felt a little stuffy in his chest, and after sitting back, he moaned heavily, and a sharp look suddenly flashed in his drunken eyes.
Zhuo Jian looked at him again, and when he saw that he was finally no longer so entangled, he breathed a sigh of relief.
Fu Yanye was actually unwilling to do so, but for the sake of safety, he had some other thoughts, so he could only endure it first.
I never felt that the road to go home was so long. This time, Fu Yanye felt it for the first time.
Seeing that he got out of the car quickly, Zhuo Jian quickly dialed Wang Rui's phone number. It took Wang Rui a long time to answer. It was so long that Fu Yanye had already opened the car door there.
She felt a cold wind blowing on her arm, as if it was blowing into the bone crack, and it hurt a little, and then she turned to see him.
In the hands-free, Wang Rui made a voice: "Hey? Hello, boss."
Fu Yanye leaned in and turned off the phone directly. Then he looked at her in such a fascinating way and smiled, "We're home."
“…”
Zhuo Jian looked at him, and she wondered if she had hallucinations just now. When he turned off the phone, he was not vague at all, didn't look drunk at all, and his expression was very serious.
But now...
His eyes were clearly stained with intoxication and very strong.
"get off."
He said.
Zhuo Jian stayed there and looked at him, almost forgot to breathe.
But the more she wanted to judge the truth, the more difficult it was to judge.
"No, I hug you, I love hug you the most."
Fu Yanye smiled again, but when he was about to hug her, he was blocked by his seat belt. He frowned and muttered: "It's really in the way."
Zhuo Jian lowered his eyes and saw him angry with the seat belt, and his originally tender eyebrows also frowned.
"Okay, let's go home and sleep together."
Fu Yanye took her out of the car and was about to leave.
"Hey, the car door is not closed yet."
Zhuo Jian quickly came back to his senses and reminded him.
He took a few steps back unwillingly.
Zhuo Jian reached out and closed the car door.
"hold me."
Fu Yanye suddenly said.
Zhuo Jian stared at his drunken look and then put his hand on his shoulder.
She tried hard to recall whether he had ever been drunk in front of her.
Although he had looked for her several times in the name of being drunk, has he really been drunk?
There was also time, he said that he was not so easy to get drunk.
And he didn't seem drunk when he held her home.
Powerful, handsome boy?
No, it should be a young man.
Zhuo Jian looked at him and unconsciously remembered his childhood.
Alas, he is always very powerful. When he thinks about this, his sense of security increases a lot without realizing it.
When she got home, she opened the door and he was responsible for carrying her in, until he was almost at the stairs. He stopped and asked, "Do you want something to eat?"
"Um?"
"I'm afraid you'll be hungry later if you don't have enough food."
"Fu Yanye."
Now there was no outsider at home, and she called him softly, slowly and patiently.
"Who is Fu Yanye?"
"My husband."
Zhuo Jian thought about it, afraid that he would make trouble again, so he directly gave him the answer he wanted.
"Hmph, you're smart."
He suddenly looked quite angry.
Zhuo Jian looked at him like that, just think, well, there is still a little...
Angry and funny.
"Are you hungry or not? I won't stop halfway and cook for you later."
"Oh, do you want to do it all night?"
"wrong."
"Um?"
"I want to die when my essence is exhausted."
“…”
Zhuo Jian thought he knew him, but he didn't expect that he was still shocked by him.
How many years has this boss been full and plans to suffocate himself to death?
And his face was not blushing or breathing.
"Wait a moment."
Just as she saw his silly look and was about to laugh, he didn't know what he thought of, and suddenly said to wait.
Zhuo Jian looked at him curiously, "What's the matter?"
“There’s one more thing to do first.”
Fu Yanye said, and suddenly hugged her and headed into the sofa.
Zhuo Jian stared at him, but he didn't take his eyes away after he gently placed it on the sofa.
She really likes Fu Yanye, who was thinking about feeding her before doing that.
"What are you doing?"
But he began to flip her pocket.
"Where is your phone?"
He searched all her pockets and then asked her with an unhappy frown.
"My cell phone? It's in the car, with my bag."
"Hmph, you did it on purpose."
He suddenly sat on the carpet next to her.
Zhuo Jian looked at him quietly. What happened to him suddenly?
"Wife, please change it quickly."
"What?"
He turned around again, lay on her legs and asked her to change her childishly.
Zhuo Jian asked him what he immediately felt wronged and muttered, "You know it yourself."
“…”
Where did she know this?
He seemed to be really drunk and fell into some kind of time and space that she didn't know very well?
Zhuo Jian saw him lying on his lap quietly and aggrievedly, and soon tears filled his eyes.
Soon, he saw her wearing a bracelet on her wrist, and then his eyes gradually became a little more awake, and he took her hand, "It's quite good, who bought it?"
He suddenly raised his eyes and stared at her.
Zhuo Jian: "…"
She felt the warm feeling of her pinched wrist gradually warming her blood. From her wrists to her limbs, she suddenly wanted to laugh. How could he praise herself like this?
"I don't know."
She pretended to be stupid and said something.
"I don't know? Is it a wild man?"
Fu Yanye was immediately unhappy and frowned at her.
“…”
Zhuo Jian stared at him, looked at him seriously, trying to determine what he was going to do.
"Do you know if you don't ask for something from a wild man?"
Fu Yanye said again.
Now, looking at the drunkenness, my eyes were no longer bottomless, but drunkenness and seductiveness.
"Know."
Zhuo Jian replied helplessly.
Fu Yanye felt at ease when he heard this, and then hugged her and knelt on the carpet, like a injured little boy, "You are mine, you have been since childhood."
Why!
Zhuo Jian sighed in his heart.
This is Fu Yanye.
Domineering and domineering.
She is his, and no one can rob her.
She leaned against the sofa, and was pushed by him.
Because he also lay on her and pressed her there directly.
She no longer cared about the posture or the messy clothes, and just looked at the ceiling quietly.
Forget it.
Stop tossing.
Her hand gently rested on his shoulder, looked down at him like a poor child, and couldn't help but raise his hand and touch his hair, "Fu Yanye?"
"Um?"
There was a bit of sleepiness in his voice.
After hearing this, Zhuo Jian stopped talking, but just touched his hair gently.
He has been unable to sleep well, in the days without her.
Later, for some reason, the two of them lay on the sofa.
Zhuo Jian didn't have the idea of sending him back at first, and just lay obediently in his arms, held in his arms, listening to his breathing.
I don’t know how long it took, but it was so long that she had already had an eyelid fight and was about to fall asleep, but suddenly there was a little chill around her waist, but one part was very hot.
But he lowered his head and murmured to her: "Wife, I'm so cold."