That fragrance, that coldness, that powerful sense of oppression.
It must be his.
But why can't she see him clearly?
Fu Yanye wanted to pick up the wet towel on her body. Zhuo Jian came to his senses and hugged him tightly, but in this way, she hugged his hand tightly on her. Well, it was very embarrassing anyway.
.
In just one second, her face was already hot and intoxicating pink.
"It's all soaked, I'll change it for you."
"don't want."
Zhuo Jian shook his head shyly.
"shy?"
Fu Yanye whispered in a low voice.
Zhuo Jian lowered his head shyly: "..."
Otherwise?
She thought to herself, "Is this still necessary? Men should have the ability to see each other, so go out and avoid it."
But he is fine.
She quickly let go of her hand: "You, go out first."
"Oh, come out quickly, Zhong Mai calls you."
"oh."
It turned out that he came over to call Zhong Mai?
She breathed a sigh of relief silently.
I just accidentally saw him wet shirt fabric to protect her, um...
The white fabric was pressed tightly against his strong chest, so good, desire.
"Then I'll go out and wait for you, be careful not to fall again, huh?"
Fu Yanye still patiently reminded him before leaving.
"Um."
She agreed.
Fu Yanye let go of her, but she still had a smiling red face, her big eyes were gentle and charming, and she just stared at his leaving back in a daze.
Zhuo Jian suddenly understood that Fu Yanye said she loved him very much.
She must have fallen in love with his surface.
But she didn't dare to think about anything else. She immediately got up after seeing him walking away and quickly went to rinse again...
Almost ten minutes later, she wiped her body with a new towel, dried her hair, put on her nightgown, tied the straps very tightly, so she walked out with a sense of security.
Fu Yanye was calling at the window and pointed to her cell phone on the bed.
She remembered what happened to Zhong Mai and hurried over.
But he had already washed and changed into silver pajamas.
It's so from head to toe...
Zhuo Jian quickly came to his senses and lowered his head and pretended to be serious about looking at his phone.
She called Zhong Mai over, and Zhong Mai complained, "Please take care of your husband, he is too unreasonable."
"What's wrong with him?"
Zhuo Jian was confused.
"Didn't he accompany Yan Zheng to the hospital this afternoon? I asked Yan Zheng about his examination results and he refused to say it. I thought to myself, so I asked your husband directly. What did you guess he said?"
"say what?"
"You should ask him directly. If I could ask him seriously, I would have to call him? I was not reasonable all day long and I was so angry."
"…"
Zhuo Jian only felt that the tall man who was scolded on the phone was getting closer and closer to him and dared not say anything.
Yes, he is indeed here.
And he took the phone she had put in her ear and turned on the hands-free one.
His fingers accidentally touched her earlobe, and then her earlobe turned red.
Fu Yanye looked at her, then looked at her eyebrows and eyes, feeling that she was as tender as water.
"You must vent your anger for me. How many years have we known each other? How did he be a friend?"
"Yeah, stop talking."
Zhuo Jian whispered quietly, and even Zhong Mai couldn't hear it clearly.
Fu Yanye glanced at Zhuo Jian and gestured to her to the bed.
Zhuo Jian walked in and sat in the middle
.
But Fu Yanye sat down immediately, no, he should have lie down and laid on her tiny legs.
"She has no memory now. If you tell her about this, she dares not do anything about me. Isn't it a waste of time?"
Fu Yanye talked about it.
Zhong Mai: "…"
A few seconds later, Zhong Mai hung up.
Fu Yanye put down her cell phone and looked up at her, "It's better not to talk to her. She has a very bad temper and is difficult to date."
"oh."
Zhuo Jian thinks that Zhong Mai is just straight.
Moreover, she is so introverted that she is willing to make friends with her and does not dislike her that she does not have the memory of the past. She is already very good.
When Fu Yanye saw the expression in her eyes, he knew that she had not kept his words in mind. He sighed helplessly, raised his hand and couldn't help touching her hair.
It's a little longer than when I first came back.
But that's just that.
This is not enough to fill his inner shortcomings.
Or rather, this did not heal his inner guilt in slightest.
"Simple."
He called her.
Zhuo Jian looked at him and looked at him with thoughts.
"I love you."
The sentence that leaves her hair longer will eventually swallow it back in her throat, and replaced it with that sentence that makes her heart rush, I love you.
These three words are really useful.
She was so shy that she didn't dare to look at him, "Why are you saying this again?"
Fu Yanye held the back of her neck and asked her to lower her mouth so low that he could kiss her lips.
Then he said, "I want to say, I love you very much, I miss you very much."
Does Zhuo Jian know why he is so sensational?
She felt a little strange.
She tied her hair up and pulled it back. When she lowered her head like this, she would not block the view in front of her, and she had such unpretentious confidence.
Fu Yanye felt that she was actually the kind of person who was confident in her bones, but Fu Yanye's woman was of course confident.
Zhuo Jian was uncomfortable when he saw it, pursed his lips and asked him, "Can we sleep?"
Her voice was so soft that he immediately wanted to sleep with her.
Well, of course it was not as simple as she thought.
"Can."
Fu Yanye's hand still touched the end of her hair. When her eyes signaled him to get up, he whispered: "Jian Jian, do you know what sleep is?"
"…"
Zhuo Jian was stunned.
"Either lie on the bed, close your eyes or sleep."
Fu Yanye said.
"…"
Zhuo Jian's face turned red and he didn't dare to look at him anymore.
But Fu Yanye leaned towards the pillow, then pulled her arm and took her directly into his arms.
The two hugged each other, her hands in his chest, and he said, "Sleeping is a very beneficial thing for physical and mental health. Can I teach you how to do it?"
"No, no."
She was nervous to push him.
Naturally, I knew what he was going to do, but didn’t he just say that he would wait for her to volunteer last night? Wait for her to give him a signal?
"Don't say no."
"…"
Then what to say?
Zhuo Jian looked at his like a deep affectionate look, unable to help but feel panic, but lost the ability to speak.
"Say you want, Jian Jian, do you want?"
"I, I seem to hear Cheng Tian call you."
Zhuo Jian was nervous and muttered this sentence for a long time.
After hearing this, Fu Yanye couldn't help laughing, kissed her lips lightly, and asked her in a low voice: "How did you hear my daughter is in the old house?"