When she woke up again, she was already lying alone on the sofa.
Zhuo Jian got up, looked at the people around him who were cleaning, rubbed his hair, and greeted him when he saw him: "Good morning!"
"Young lady is early, the young master has just gone upstairs."
"Ah? Oh!"
Zhuo Jian remembered that he was hugged and slept last night, and nodded, calmly.
But the aunt said, "The young master said that the young lady didn't take a shower last night, so she should go take a shower first when she got up."
“…”
Zhuo Jian looked at the employer silly, and after a long time he realized, he suddenly blushed.
But I still have to take a photo at noon, so I have to take a shower.
Zhuo Jian thought so, then looked at the blanket in his arms, folded it, and hugged it upstairs.
The door in the bathroom was gently pushed open by her. Listening to the sound of running water inside, she slowly raised her eyes, and then...
The scene he had just returned to China again appeared before his eyes, and this time, he had nothing on his body, with wheat color and agile body standing in the water.
At that moment, Zhuo Jian suddenly felt something surging in his body. The next moment, he quickly closed the door, turned around, and then his long eyelashes kept trembling.
What's going on?
He is actually washing?
Fu Yanye came out quickly and wiped his hair and said to her, "Wait for two minutes."
Zhuo Jian stood there and didn't dare to move, his heart beat faster and his brain went down.
He opened the door, wrapped his bath towel around his waist, and blew his hair.
Zhuo Jian heard the sound of his hair blowing, subconsciously looked in, and then the conditioned reflex was completely conditioned reflex: "I'll help you."
Fu Yanye looked at her from a foggy mirror in front of her, "Are you sure?"
"Isn't it just blow your hair, you're shorter."
Zhuo Jian hesitated for a moment, but took the hair dryer.
Fu Yanye couldn't help but make her taller.
With just one hand, I could carry her to the bathroom: "It's OK!"
Zhuo Jian was stunned when he held the hair dryer.
he……
He hugged her again?
After taking a shower, the mint-scented shower gel smell on his body made her a little crazy, and she suddenly didn't know where to look.
“Hurry up, very tired.”
He lowered his head and said.
Zhuo Jian then raised his eyes, glanced directly over his face, and looked at his head.
Fu Yanye took a step back, supported her body with both hands, lowered her head to the arc that she could reach.
Zhuo Jian listened to his heart throbbing again, and gently pulled his hair to dry it for him. He couldn't help but ask himself in his heart: "Zhuo Jian, what are you doing?"
So after blowing her hair almost, she turned off the hair dryer, then lowered her eyes and looked elsewhere: "Okay!"
Fu Yanye touched his hair, and it was almost the same. He looked up at her: "Do I want to thank you?"
"Ah? No!"
Zhuo Jian looked at him unconsciously, then shook his head.
"Thank you better, I don't like to owe everyone favors."
Fu Yanye said, it was very serious.
Zhuo Jian looked at him with clear eyes and waited dullly.
Suddenly, I felt my chin being pinched, and then my lips were firmly held by him.
She held the hair dryer's hand and used force unconsciously, not daring to breathe in one breath. She felt his kiss silly, and was actually slowly tossing and sucking her.
His lips were cold, and hers were a little hot.
The two of them were tangled together, and she accidentally used her throat, and opened her mouth when she was about to be unable to breathe.
Fu Yanye's tongue tip came to her mouth.
At that moment, it seemed as if the sky collapsed and the earth broke.
She was a little dizzy and wanted to fall down.
But Fu Yanye's left hand hugged her back.
Zhuo Jian hummed in pain, but immediately regained his sanity and raised his hand to push his chest.
There was no inch of his chest, it was cold and could move.
Zhuo Jian immediately stopped his hand, then hid back, opened his face and lowered his eyes.
Fu Yanye still wanted to kiss him, but he couldn't.
So the black eyes were so straight, not satisfied, and even looked at her with some condemnation.
Zhuo Jian didn't dare to raise his eyes, and only heard him say, "My sincerity is enough, right?"
Zhuo Jian: "…"
Who wants such sincerity?
Zhuo Jian was a little annoyed, but he didn't dare to refute it. He just thought in his heart that he would never sympathize with him in the future.
It may be painful for ordinary people to slap a hand, but Fu Yanye is not an ordinary person.
It's human face and beastly heart!
He must not know the pain or the sadness.
Zhuo Jian thought so, lowering his eyes.
"I'll go out first, you can wash it well before going out."
Fu Yanye frowned and reminded her, then stood up straight.
Zhuo Jian didn't dare to look around, because with just a little movement, she could see the mermaid line on his belly.
But Fu Yanye deliberately leaned in front of her again: "Did you hear it?"
"Listen, I heard it!"
Zhuo Jian was so nervous that he was about to suffocate.
Seeing that she was so scared that she left with satisfaction.
Zhuo Jian couldn't help but raise his eyes to him, but only saw his narrow waist, covered in sweaty legs.
After he left the bedroom, she completely relaxed and patted her head: "Zhuo Jian, you must never be stupid again in the future."
Maintain a safe distance.
No matter when and where!
She took a shower and there were new clothes Wang Yue had someone prepare for her in the cupboard, but the uniform long skirt was there.
Zhuo Jian picked a purple one and put it on. It felt soft to the touch, the fabric was very comfortable and warm enough.
It was just a round neck, so she put on a white shirt inside, which she was wearing when she entered the studio.
After Zhuo Jian changed his clothes and went downstairs, the Fu family had basically gotten up.
Fu Yanye was drinking coffee at the window, and by the way, he saw Fu Zhengzhi playing chess with the old man. Wang Yue had just come out of the kitchen and looked up at the glamorous little girl walking down. He couldn't help but praise: "Look, where is the little star from?
It's so beautiful!"
Fu Yanye had already changed into his trousers and shirt. He heard the sound and stopped drinking coffee and raised his eyes.
Her waist is already thin, and wearing such dark-colored clothes makes her look even more gripy.
A small face is not very round, but it is not a melon-shaped face, but its eyes are round and particularly eye-catching.
Fu Yanye silently lowered his eyes and continued to watch the chess game, but his heart couldn't help but continue to ripple.
"Mom, good morning!"
Zhuo Jian walked to Wang Yue with a greeting. Wang Yue reached out to her hand and put her hand: "Mom's eyes are pretty good, right?"
"Yeah! Very good!"
Zhuo Jian nodded and praised happily.
"I have prepared a few suits for you and sent them right away so that you won't have to go back and change them. It's so tiring to run around."
Wang Yue said.
Zhuo Jian felt warm in his heart, and he couldn't help but put his arms around her shoulder and acted coquettishly: "Don't be so thoughtful anymore, I'm going to be spoiled by you."
"It's just such a baby wife, who do I don't spoil you?"
Wang Yue said, and just walked to the living room with Zhuo Jian, and glared at Fu Yanye.
Fu Yanye realized that he was talking about him, but he didn't look up.