Fu Yanye couldn't help pinching her jaw and then lowered his head to kiss her.
Zhuo Jian was confused, but he still turned his head subconsciously.
She can't.
Fu Yanye looked at the face that was turning in his hand and couldn't help but murmur: "Jian Jian, you are my person."
Zhuo Jian has heard this a lot these days, but he is still scared.
She planned to get along with him and wait for someone to come to save him.
What else is there?
She couldn't think about it, her eyelids always had a fight. She wanted to fall asleep, but in a daze, she felt the cool smell hit her lips and teeth.
Fu Yanye thought he must be crazy. He kissed her lips, but couldn't help staring at her, and those scenes that shouldn't have appeared in his mind frantically.
His wife was kissed by someone else.
That person also named her Zhibao.
How did that person treasure his wife?
Fu Yanye's hand slowly entered her pajamas.
She hummed in a daze: "No."
Don't you?
Did she say these two words on that man’s bed?
She fell in love with that person and said that she was the best person in the world to her.
She would call that person in her sleep, and she would treat him as that person.
Fu Yanye's heart was getting more and more painful, but she burst into tears in pain, so he had to let go of his hand.
——
The next day, when Zhuo Jian woke up, he saw a red mark on his neck. No, to be precise, it seems to be a kiss mark?
She leaned closer to the mirror and looked, not only seeing kiss marks on her neck, but also on her collarbone.
What is going on?
Her clothes were clearly buttoned very well.
"morning."
The tall man who didn't sleep well last night and was even tortured by his active brain cells all night stood at the door with a cold face and looked at her and greeted her.
"You, what did you do last night?"
Zhuo Jian was startled by the person who suddenly appeared, touched his heart and turned around and looked at him in a precaution.
Fu Yanye knew what she was referring to, so he walked up to her, "What do you think I can do?"
Fu Yanye saw the kiss mark on her neck, which was indeed what he left for her last night.
But he is her husband, what is it to leave two kiss marks?
"What can I do to my wife?"
Fu Yanye walked towards her.
Zhuo Jian was so scared that he immediately clenched the edge of the bathroom behind him, "Don't come over."
Fu Yanye was already standing in front of her, and raised his hand and habitually wanted to wrap her hair, but now he was only left empty-handed.
He just touched her hair gently, and he felt that it was over.
Fu Yanye suddenly felt a little chilled. He looked at her side face that was avoiding and whispered: "Zhuo Jian, that day, when I told the whole world that I loved you, I thought we would be happy in this life and I will never forget it again.
You, you will not forget me, but...but it doesn't matter, everything will be fine."
“…”
Zhuo Jian looked up at him, wondering what his meaning was that everything would be fine.
But he touched her cheek and left her inseparable, and she was very resistant.
Fu Yanye chuckled and gently touched the corner of her mouth with his thumb. The corner of her mouth didn't seem to be as warm as before, even...
She once belonged to someone else.
Fu Yanye felt sad, and looked at the kiss marks he left on her neck last night. He couldn't help but raise his hand to touch it, and asked her in a low voice: "Jian Jian, has that person ever been
Have you left a kiss mark on your body?"
“…”
Zhuo Jian looked at him in surprise.
Why does he want to know other people’s privacy so much?
She lowered her eyes, "No, no."
She was so nervous that she stuttered.
She couldn't be calm, she didn't know what he would do in the next second.
But Fu Yanye smiled when he looked at her panicked look.
He didn't know whether her words were true or false, but he would rather believe her.
That man was not worthy of touching her at all.
His slender fingers had already grasped the side of her neck at some point and stroked them again and again.
Zhuo Jian snorted, his strength was a little heavy.
When Fu Yanye heard that sound, he came to his senses, but couldn't help but lower his head again, pressed the back of her neck and kissed her again, on her lips.
She had just brushed her teeth, and although her mouth was cold, it soon became warm.
Zhuo Jian couldn't breathe smoothly, and he pressed his chest with one hand, while his other hand was also clenching the edge of the back.
She didn't know why he suddenly kissed her, she couldn't push him or kiss him.
Fu Yanye suddenly realized that her lips were almost dull and clumsy, and he believed it a little.
Or, they didn't even kiss?
snort.
What a ridiculous idea.
The more he thought about it, the more he became, the more jealous he became. He couldn't help but extend the kiss until he wished he would be forever.
In this life, she will eventually give a lot of money for him, whether it is grievance or illness, but when she comes back, she is still his.
Fu Yanye let go of her, and saw that her eyes were filled with tears, and her eyes were red, but she just said softly: "If you treat me as someone else, I will enforce my husband's rights."
"What, what right?"
Zhuo Jian was shocked and didn't dare to look at him again.
Fu Yanye leaned over and supported the sink beside her with both hands, in her ear, "..."
Zhuo Jian's auricles quickly became popular, and he dared to look at him again when he left.
I just think he is extremely hateful.
Even if she is his wife, but now she is like this, is he treating her like this?
Zhuo Jian lowered his head with red eyes and stopped talking.
But her mouth hurt a little, and she couldn't help but raise her hand and touch it gently.
But as soon as she met her, he took her hands: "It's not swollen."
“…”
Zhuo Jian opened his face awkwardly, and then took his hand away from his lips.
The door was knocked from outside, and Fu Yanye's eyes moved, and then he left her and went out.
"Young Master, breakfast is ready."
"Um."
Fu Yanye agreed and looked inside again, believing that she had heard it.
But later he went to the bathroom and washed up. When he came out, he happened to see her changing clothes, a very conservative type of sweater wrapped around his neck.
He thought, she was looking for a sense of security, but she had no words.
The clothes were made for people to wear, although she had never worn them often.
But since she has it in the closet, she wears it as much as she wants.
The New Year is coming soon. Fu Yanye notified before going to work, "Tonight is the company's annual meeting. You are ready to go and I'll find someone to pick you up."
"Um?"
Zhuo Jian didn't understand that he had left.
Zhuo Jian always felt that his back was ruthless and chic.
He always comes and goes freely, and is a truly free man.
It was Wang Yue who told her: "Let you accompany him to the annual meeting."
Zhuo Jian came back to his senses and smiled: "In the past, would I participate?"
My word is awkward when I say it.
"That's not true, but this year, I'm afraid you can't go."
Wang Yue smiled.
Zhuo Jian doesn't understand.
Wang Yue said: "Your husband wants you to integrate into his life as soon as possible."
He wanted her to know more about him, more.
That endless kind of thing, I wish she could know everything about him. His heart was filled with denseness. Apart from work, there were only two words, Zhuo Jian.