Chapter 1155 Fu Yanye, I love you, I love you very much
“Where is the cold?”
She looked up in a daze and looked at him feeling uncomfortable, so she got up a little.
“It’s so cold here.”
"here?"
Zhuo Jian saw that the place he was rubbing was his chest.
"Well, it's so cold here, please help me."
He breathed on her with alcohol, but his hands were already untiing his shirt sleeves.
Zhuo Jian lay back in his arms and gently put his hand on his chest: "Is this here?"
"Yeah, you rub it."
"Um."
In the huge living room, they could hear each other's heartbeats in peace.
Zhuo Jian felt that his chest was a little cool and warmed him gently.
As time passes, they never had those hatreds, as if they were back after that year.
He went abroad to find her, and the two of them stayed on the sofa like this, and they could not leave all night.
Tears flowed through the corners of her eyes, and those precious memories have been sealed for too long.
Since she felt that she could never find Fu Yanye back, she had already covered her warm and sweet memories.
She could smirk and call him husband, ride on him like a little princess and act coquettishly with him.
I really hope that after tonight, they will be back to what they were like that day of the year.
He went to find her without any excuses to say what it means to go to work.
He just wanted to see her, he just missed her.
Her tears appeared on his chest, and she didn't notice it.
"Wife."
He murmured again.
"Um?"
Zhuo Jian covered his chest with tired wrist pain, and his sleepiness was coming.
"Does your heart still hurt?"
“…”
Zhuo Jian's originally raised eyelashes slowly opened, and his clear eyes were like the stars in the dark night.
"I'll help you rub it."
"Fu..."
"Shh."
He pressed against her forehead and stopped letting her speak.
He kissed her eyebrows, the tip of her nose, and the fragrant lips. He couldn't help but suck it for a while, and then slowly turned to her neck, the position of her heart all the way.
Her clothes were already messy by him, and he unbuttoned them again.
"Fu Yanye, how can you unbutton so quickly when you are drunk?"
"Hmph."
He smiled, then saw his thoughts day and night, looked up at her, "Baby, your husband is drunk, not a wise man."
Zhuo Jian: "…"
He soon stopped being so hippie again, staring at her heart intently, his lips gently kissing her skin.
He still remembers that time she was drunk and said that she hurts there.
He really deserves to treat her well.
In his mind, she cried like a silly child. She said she felt in love, she said he didn't want her anymore, but she loved him the most.
He kissed him lightly until he felt her hugging him in her arms.
He lay there listening to her heartbeat and whispered: "Does it still hurt?"
She was a little speechless and just shook her head.
Fu Yanye came to her and looked at her with drunken black eyes, "Don't let you hurt again, okay?"
"Um."
She nodded and then forgot everything.
I just feel that this moment is even more precious.
She suddenly threw herself into his arms, and then her slender arms tightly wrapped around his back, "Fu Yanye, I love you, I love you very much."
"real?"
Fu Yanye suddenly held her face.
Her eyes were filled with tears, and he was not much better.
Zhuo Jian nodded silly while sucking his nose.
"How do you love it? Show me the proof."
He murmured, a little forced.
Zhuo Jian looked at him and couldn't say anything, but just used his favorite way.
She kissed him with tears in her eyes, then hooked her to his neck, and took the initiative to deepen the kiss.
"I'm not allowed to leave me again."
"Um."
"Don't call me ex-husband."
"Um."
"Change the phone notes."
"Um."
Um?
Something suddenly appeared in Zhuo Jian's mind, but before she could see it clearly, the thing suddenly disappeared.
"So well-behaved."
He looked at her stubbornly, and saw that she agreed obediently, kissed her like a reward, and then murmured in her ear.
Zhuo Jian was blushed when he heard this, and then he picked it up, wrapped his legs around his waist. The two kissed and hugged each other and went upstairs.
Zhuo Jian thought, she was probably dreaming.
Has she drunk?
I feel floating, as if I am already in an illusory world.
——
When she woke up the next morning, she had nothing on her body, of course, he was the same.
As soon as Zhuo Jian turned over, he opened his eyes and saw his tight skin. She quietly lay on her side until some memories appeared in her mind.
She suddenly stood up and looked at the bedside table.
Her cell phone is not there, but...
She slowly lay back again and continued to look at him.
He last night...
It seems like I say I love her?
She began to look at him falling into last night's memory again.
She approached unconsciously and gently stroked his eyebrows with her thumb.
Fu Yanye seemed to be accustomed to her, and hugged her very consciously.
That's it, they made up, right?
Zhuo Jian's heart gradually overflowed with something like honey and began to sweeten.
But thinking that she was still busy today, she got up not long after.
After washing up, she went to the cloakroom to choose a more beautiful dress, and then found a warm coat. After dressing neatly, she walked back to the room while tied the bow. Seeing that he was still sleeping there, she walked over and leaned over.
He gently kissed his cheek, "I'm going to work."
Her voice was very small and soft.
"Um."
His voice was not awake and agreed.
Zhuo Jian smiled, wiped her lipstick from his face, and then turned around and left.
But the lipstick was not wiped clean.
After Zhuo Jian went downstairs, Wang Rui was already leaning against the car waiting for her. When he saw her coming out, he immediately stood up, "Good morning, young lady."
"Um."
Zhuo Jian agreed, and after opening the car door, he got in.
After Wang Rui got in the car, she asked: "How is Yuan Man doing these two days?"
"There is nothing but vomiting after eating."
Wang Rui said, but he felt in his heart that it is really not easy for a woman to have a child.
Zhuo Jian nodded after hearing this, "You must be patient."
"clear."
Wang Rui agreed, and suddenly thought that the woman sitting behind had a third child. He couldn't help but think that women are really great.
Zhuo Jian took his cell phone and saw that there was a lot of information in the sister group last night, but most of them were Zhang Mingmei complaining that Su Bai was drunk.
After reading it, Zhuo Jian also said, "Fu Yanye is not much better."
After she replied, she left the group chat and saw a personal chat lying down. Zhuang Mingli said there was no moon last night. She said, "We'll make up."
She put away her cell phone and looked out the window.
After Zhuang Mingli returned, he kept in touch with her, but he still didn't give up on her. I hope this WeChat message will be useful.
——
When Fu Yanye woke up, it was already past nine o'clock and felt a splitting headache.
He sat up with his support, sighed, pressing his forehead and eyebrows.
There were some unrealistic memories in my mind, but in a blink of an eye, he sighed helplessly again. Now, even drunkenness can make such a dream. How ridiculous he is.