Chapter 136 Do you like it? The white rose I gave you
"Fu Yanye, you are simply a devil!"
Zhuo Jian's heartbeats for half a beat after hearing this, then stood up and scolded him.
Fu Yanye's aura in his eyes made her feel that she would bounce back to him no matter where he hit him. She began to wander at the table, and then angrily glared at him with her clear big eyes.
But Fu Yanye was still sitting there as steady as Mount Tai, with his slender and beautiful body without any shortcomings.
Even his cold eyes at this moment made people wonder how there were such beautiful eyes in the world.
"Sit down and finish the wontons."
Fu Yanye straightened his straight back again and whispered when he picked up the spoon.
Zhuo Jian saw that he was still so stable, and he was furious: "I don't care if I love whoever I love."
"Zhuo Jian! Don't force me to move!"
Fu Yanye saw her figure from the corner of his eyes and was about to leave from one side.
She left decisively.
He hated her determination to leave no room for him the most.
After hearing this, Zhuo Jian turned to glar at him and shouted: "I'm afraid of you!"
But after she yelled, she turned around and planned to leave.
She even went to the sofa to pick up her coat.
But her thin body was strangled by the man's powerful arm in the next second. In a flash, she was thrown on the big bed in her bedroom.
"Are you afraid of me? Well?"
Why do others dare not resist when they are afraid, but she resists very much?
Zhuo Jian was hurt by him and his breath was disordered, especially when he pressed on her again. At that moment, all she could do was to resist with her hands, but it was very quickly. He pressed her knees against her and then with one hand
He pressed his left hand on his head.
“…”
Zhuo Jian felt angry in his chest, but he didn't dare to touch him when his hand hit his right shoulder.
Why is it him who lost consciousness on his arm, but she who felt sorry for her?
She is a woman who wants to divorce him and has nothing to do with him?
When Zhuo Jian thought of this, his eyes suddenly turned red.
Seeing that she didn't say anything, Fu Yanye lowered his head and wanted to kiss her.
Zhuo Jian's conditioned reflex immediately opens his eyes.
But he hasn't kissed her well recently, and even felt boring when eating. He dreamed of her gentle little mouth.
After she turned her face away, her outline was particularly thin, gentle and fragile under the light. Fu Yanye glanced at her and bit her directly.
"Um!"
Zhuo Jian felt pain and closed his eyes and hummed.
Fu Yanye looked for her jaw and sucked it. Her neck made her breathing more and more difficult. When she finally couldn't help but turn her head, his lips and tongue easily launched an invasion.
Fu Yanye let go of her hand and couldn't help but touch her slim waist.
The worst thing is to touch the fabric.
That shirt is both inconvenient and eye-catching.
Fu Yanye was furious at this time and wished he could eat her like this.
Zhuo Jian's voice was hoarse and cried: "Can I go and eat wontons?"
If she had known that, she would have finished eating and discussed her grandfather's birthday party with him.
Fu Yanye looked at her with tears in tears, sighed helplessly, lay down to one side, hugged her, and murmured against her shoulder: "Actually, I hope you will resist to the end now."
"I was wrong! I'll go eat!"
"In this way, I can eat you first!"
I don’t know how to open a button on the shirt, revealing half of his shoulder, just enough for him to bite.
Zhuo Jian no longer dared to resist. When he returned to the dining table with him, he did not raise his head and just ate wontons.
But Fu Yanye couldn't help but keep looking at her and said to her: "Eat slowly!"
Zhuo Jian quickly slowed down, afraid that he would be gnawed.
Fu Yanye was as elegant as ever, even if he was eating wontons.
After dinner, Zhuo Jian volunteered to wash the dishes because Fu Yanye was inconvenient. After washing, he saw Fu Yanye standing by, and stood there as if he was punished: "Didn't it talk about grandpa's birthday party?
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"Well! Let's go to Xingguang for dinner tomorrow night, and wait for the chef to confirm the menu with him after get off work."
"good!"
Zhuo Jian lowered his head and agreed, and the little hand behind him couldn't help but entangle it.
"Go to sit down on the sofa and chat?"
Fu Yanye asked her in a low voice.
Zhuo Jian looked up at him, then immediately lowered and walked towards the living room.
After Fu Yanye sat down, she saw that she was still standing next to her with her hands behind her back. She finally had a smile in her dull eyes: "Don't you sit down?"
"Just stand! Just tell me."
Zhuo Jian said.
"I want me to ask you to sit down?"
Fu Yanye asked again.
He looked very easy to discuss this time, but Zhuo Jian sat next to him with his head down.
Her sofa is small, so she tries to stay away from him as far as possible.
But Fu Yanye looked at her meaningfully and couldn't help asking: "Do you eat on time every day?"
Zhuo Jian thought he was hallucinating his hearing, so he turned to look at him: "Why do you ask this?"
She also went to buy stomach medicine yesterday, but she couldn't take it.
"I'm afraid you will break your bones next time I throw you on the bed."
Fu Yanye said.
Zhuo Jian: "…"
"The list of guests for the birthday party is ready. Now all we have to do is the hotel part, just don't make any mistakes."
Fu Yanye moved to her openly and reminded her.
Zhuo Jian felt his approaching, and felt half of his body numb, so he pretended to be calm and nodded, then raised his butt and sat on the armrest of the sofa.
Fu Yanye raised his eyes and grabbed her long hair the next second.
"ah!"
The armrest of the sofa was a little slippery, and as soon as she leaned towards him, the person directly reached his leg.
Zhuo Jian quickly fell into a oil pan and wanted to jump out immediately, but unfortunately he could hold her tightly with one hand: "This part of the task seems simple, but it is actually very difficult to complete. Some guests are concerned about some materials.
It's allergic, so you need to remind them to write down all the ingredients clearly at that time."
The man's hormonal aura was hovering in her ears. Zhuo Jian grabbed his finger and wanted to move his hand away from him, but Fu Yanye hugged her tightly from behind her, and ambiguously tilted his chin.
Putting it on her shoulder, he continued to murmur: "Did you hear what I said?"
"I heard it, let me go!"
Zhuo Jian's voice became hoarse.
"A Jian!"
He suddenly called out softly, after hugging her hand.
Zhuo Jian was stunned by this sound.
Fu Yanye glanced at her face that began to flush and asked her: "Do you like it?"
Zhuo Jian was even more stunned, his heart was up and down.
What do you like?
She couldn't help but turn her head to look at him little by little, trying to see what he meant in his eyes.
"White Rose!"
Fu Yanye reminded.
Zhuo Jian's heartbeat suddenly became thunderous, and then lowered his head again, unable to pull away his hand, so she had to murmur: "Let me go first."
"Do you like it or not? Is it better for those people to give it to you, or is it better for me?"
Fu Yanye couldn't help but continue to ask her.
I heard that she kept all the roses he gave in a vase and placed them in a corner of her desk.
She was so indifferent to him, why did she still raise the roses he gave him?