It was like the moment when fireworks bloomed without warning.
Fu Yanye continued: "No matter what you have experienced in those months, no matter whether you still love me or not, you still love you very much."
"ah."
Zhuo Jian lowered his head, feeling a little guilty.
She suddenly thought that he had another advantage.
He can really speak, he is really good at confessing.
It’s obviously just love you, but if you say it from his mouth, it will make people blush and heart beat.
Anyway, she felt that if she hadn't had a good heart, she should have entered the ICU, right?
When he said that kind of thing, he was very special, a man.
Fu Yanye grabbed the back of her neck, then leaned over and just kissed her gently.
He had drunk wine, and his tongue, with a faint smell of wine, collided with her.
At that moment, Zhuo Jian's mind suddenly became a man, and then he fell into a ball of false cotton.
She no longer knew where she was, she just felt that the kiss gradually became very sweet, so sweet that it made people want to experience more.
Her hand was tightly clenched, slowly, gently placed on his chest, and slowly loosened it.
She felt his heartbeat so strongly that she was so nervous that she couldn't catch his heart, so she hooked up on his shoulder.
"Boss, get home..."
When the car was parked in Shengyuan, Zhuo Jian was still on Fu Yanye.
She woke up in shock, so embarrassed that she didn't dare to look at anything, and her breathing was suppressed.
What was she doing just now?
Fu Yanye looked in front of him with unhappiness: "You go first."
"yes."
Wang Rui didn't pay attention just now, so naturally the boss asked him to leave first, so he got out quickly.
In the car, Fu Yanye was pressing her against him and asked her: "You just now..."
"I did nothing."
Zhuo Jian lowered his head shyly, but refused to admit that she had taken the initiative to kiss him.
Fu Yanye couldn't help laughing when she saw her appearance. She was inexplicably in a good mood and could not be described.
Even if you don't do that, it doesn't seem to matter.
His wife took the initiative to care about him and kissed him.
They will get better and better, and one day she will fall in love with him as she once did and take the initiative to be kind to him.
Fu Yanye looked at her and knew that that day would come soon.
"go home?"
He asked her softly.
Zhuo Jian didn't dare to look at him, buried his head very low, and nodded.
Fu Yanye held up her face: "Silly, why are you shy with your husband?"
“…”
Zhuo Jian thought to me, you are like a new person to me now.
"What you did before was much hotter than now."
Fu Yanye looked at her, his eyes getting more and more enthusiastic?
"How hot?"
Zhuo Jian looked at him with a gaze and asked him curiously.
Fu Yanye stopped talking, just hugged her and smiled.
She might be scared to tears when she said something to her now.
Fu Yanye thought, let’s keep it and talk about it later.
Fu Yanye got out of the car and then carried Zhuo Jian out of the car.
Zhuo Jian hugged his neck and whispered, "I will leave myself."
He said, "I want to hug you."
Zhuo Jian climbed hard on his strong narrow waist with his small legs. At that moment, she lay on his shoulder and didn't dare to move anymore.
I want to hug?
These three words are inexplicably sweet.
Zhuo Jian felt that this sweetness seemed to be so sweet to his heart.
She was a little uncomfortable, but she was a little bit liked?
She hugged his neck tighter again, always feeling a little unreal, and her mind seemed to be filled with a ball of sweet marshmallows.
But there were always times when she finished eating marshmallows. She was a little afraid that she would taste that taste again, so she couldn't help but hug him tightly.
The two of them entered the elevator. Fu Yanye wanted to see her, so she hugged him so much that he couldn't breathe and refused to let him see.
Fu Yanye couldn't help but murmur: "Baby, do you want to murder your husband?"
Zhuo Jian let go of him instantly, and then went to see him in a blink of an eye.
Only then did Fu Yanye realize that her face was red and bleeding.
She is...
"What did you say just now?"
Zhuo Jian asked him softly.
Fu Yanye: "Murder your husband?"
Zhuo Jian just looked straight at him.
Fu Yanye asked again: "Baby?"
Zhuo Jian immediately did not dare to look at him again, and then silently lay on his shoulder and whispered: "Don't scream, orange sweet is the baby."
“…”
Fu Yanye tried hard to make himself more serious, but he really couldn't get serious.
Mrs. Fu is a little...
Well, she is more adorable than his baby daughter.
Before going to bed, Zhuo Jian asked softly in his arms: "Fu Yanye?"
"Um?"
"Are you unhappy now?"
Her voice was so soft that he felt sorry for him.
Did he worry her last night?
Fu Yanye looked down at her. Zhuo Jian didn't dare to be seen by him at this moment. He hid in his arms and buried his face to prevent him from seeing it.
"Worry about me?"
Fu Yanye whispered.
"Um."
She didn't know why she responded to him so easily.
Shouldn't she be more reserved, and say no?
If you don’t remember the past, why is it so easy to care about others?
But she was indeed worried all day today, thinking about whether he was happy.
Starting from morning to night, I call him, and then meet him quietly in the hotel.
The moment he grabbed her quietly in the corridor, she knew that she was about to worry about him.
That kind of uncontrollable, uncontrollable care...
Zhuo Jian buried herself in his arms and listened quietly to his heartbeat. Everything was uncontrollable, but willingly.
——
The next morning, the weather was good.
Zhuo Jian stood in his pajamas at the window looking at the beach outside, silently thinking about the dream she had had.
In the dream, she was on an island, quietly waiting for a boat.
The ship seemed to have arrived, but only a corner was exposed behind a thick fog.
After she washed up and went downstairs, Fu Yanye had already prepared breakfast. Seeing her come down, he asked, "Did you sleep well last night?"
Zhuo Jian thought of last night, his face became hot, but then he walked over generously, "Well, what should I eat this morning?"
Fu Yanye fiddled with the plate. She glanced at it herself, and then couldn't help asking him: "Isn't this really the meal you ordered from the hotel?"
After hearing this, Fu Yanye looked up at her and asked her with a smile: "I have no confidence in your husband? I have learned to cook for my future wife since early on."
“…”
Zhuo Jian looked at him curiously.
For future wife?
He can cook rice at a very young age?
Zhuo Jian looked at him and couldn't help but want to look up to him. No, he is already very tall, very high.
Fu Yanye didn't feel embarrassed to find that he was seen, so he just looked at her straight.
Life is like a sea of sea, mountains and rivers, but it is nothing more than that.