Zhuo Jian couldn't help but hum. Fu Yanye couldn't stand her like this. He couldn't help but call her in a hoarse voice: "Jian Jian, don't speak."
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The next afternoon, the tennis court.
Fu Yanye fought one and two.
Su Bai directly asked someone to set up a tea table next to him, drink tea himself, and then take some photos.
When Feng Ying and Yan Zheng surrendered, Su Bai was sending a WeChat message to Zhuo Jian. The above was a photo of Fu Yanye fighting two. The below was, "Little Sister Jian, your husband is simply bullying, right?"
"How much grievances have I suffered at home to vent this way outside? Feng Ying and Brother Zheng are going to be crippled by him."
After Su Baihai finished his hair, he saw them coming and immediately put his phone back in his pocket.
Feng Ying put the racket aside, poured himself a cup of tea, and then sighed: "What the hell is going on?"
Su Bai stared at Yan Zheng and held back his smile, Yan Zheng's face collapsed: "I'm not happy to call you good brother."
Fu Yanye picked up his coat, took out his cell phone and looked at it. Without Zhuo Jian's phone number and information, he was a little discouraged. He sighed and called Zhuo Jian directly. The first website address
Zhuo Jian and Chen Moli were drinking coffee in the cafe next to the TV station. When they saw his number, they were so scared that they turned off WeChat and answered: "Hey?"
“What are you doing?”
"Oh, have coffee with Jasmine."
“Coffee is delicious?”
"Well, I've drunk a latte, it's pretty good."
Zhuo Jian felt that his voice was unhappy and his words would be much gentler.
"Hmph, then let's drink."
After Fu Yanye finished speaking, he hung up the phone, but he still had no intention of sitting down. He glanced at the tea cup they used and said, "A Jian asked me to pick her up from get off work and take a step first."
“Who called whom?”
Feng Ying raised questions.
Su Bai stared at his back: "It's like this, our Brother Ye, he's just talking no matter what he says."
Yan Zheng smiled after hearing this, because it was true.
Su Bai quietly sent Zhuo Jian another WeChat message: "I'm going to catch you."
When Zhuo Jian saw those words, his heart immediately pounded.
Chen Moli came back from the bathroom and saw that she was so nervous, so she glanced quietly and asked when she sat down, "Who is going to catch you?"
"Ah, it seems to be Fu Yanye."
Zhuo Jian even forgot that Chen Moli just went to the bathroom.
"Brother-in-law is here to catch you, why are you so nervous?"
"You don't know, he's in a bad mood recently."
"Don't feel good? Men are in a bad mood, usually only two things."
Chen Moli thought for a while and said.
"Which two?"
Zhuo Jian asked immediately.
"One piece is just because you don't have money, the other piece is just a woman. Money is not a problem for you and your brother-in-law. Then the problem is, Sister Jian, after you come back, you won't have sex with your brother-in-law, right? ”
Chen Moli was confused.
Logically speaking, it wouldn't be too difficult to keep such a handsome man.
"I'm just a little insecure."
Zhuo Jian thought for a while and whispered.
When Chen Moli heard her feel insecure, she asked her: "Is it because she has no memory of the past?"
"I'm always a little panicked."
Zhuo Jian agreed.
"Do you still feel it's unreal?"
Chen Moli asked again.
Zhuo Jian looked at her, "How do you know?"
"Watch TV, hehe, sister, to be honest, don't think about anything, just do it."
Chen Moli said.
At around 4 o'clock in the afternoon, Fu Yanye arrived at the TV station.
Zhuo Jian just went back after the meeting and saw him sitting inside, with a lazy and domineering posture. The words Chen Moli suddenly appeared in his mind, just do it.
She stood nervously at the door and hesitated for two seconds.
Fu Yanye stared at her, "What are you thinking? Why don't you come here quickly?"
"Why are you here?"
Zhuo Jian had no choice but to walk over and ask him angrily.
"Pick you up from get off work."
Fu Yanye looked at her and said that as soon as she walked to him, before she could sit down, he reached out and held her arm, pulled her slim waist and pressed her on her legs and sat down.
The fragrance she had in front of her was her own, and Fu Yanye felt a little relieved, "Why are you so nervous?"
"No."
But it was just that someone was uncomfortable again last night, so I'm a little sorry.
"You're going to play tennis?"
Zhuo Jian was a little numb when he was staring at him, so he had to change the topic.
"Well, I won, there is no suspense."
"I heard you're very good at playing tennis."
Zhuo Jian carefully flattered.
"You man is not just a good man to play tennis."
Fu Yanye played with her hands, then moved his eyes from her hands to his face.
Zhuo Jian's face suddenly turned red, but in fact, his mind was just one thing at this time.
Do it, that's it.
"Fu Yanye whispered in her ear: "Why is your face so red? You're having a fever?"
His voice was a little hoarse, and he raised his hand to touch her cheek again. Zhuo Jian was so panicked that he was almost suffocating himself to death with one breath.
"Why is it weird? Is there anything I can't tell my husband?"
Fu Yanye asked her.
"It's okay, I just think it's not good to do this in the office."
As soon as she finished speaking weakly, the door was knocked from outside.
"who?"
She was so scared that she immediately started to bounce.
Before Fu Yanye could even react, he saw her nervously holding the hem of her clothes, and her eyes were distracted when she looked at the door.
"I."
Yang Yi opened the door and immediately saw Fu Yanye inside, and Zhuo Jian was standing next to him, that way...
"It's not for you."
Yang Yi instantly closed the door with the excuse.
Zhuo Jian: "…"
How could Teacher Yang still play like this?
Shouldn’t it be that she should be rescued from the water and fire?
Fu Yanye looked at the door and pulled her back. This time she was properly hugged by him from his legs and fell directly on the sofa.
His eyes were pale. When she came to her senses, Fu Yanye had already pressed her down and said in a low voice: "Do you want to run away again?"
"No, no."
Zhuo Jian's two nervous fingers were pinching tightly in his arms.
Fu Yanye lowered his head and quickly ordered: "Look at me."
Zhuo Jian had to look at him and asked with a guilty heart, "What, what's wrong?"
"Why are you so nervous when you see me? I scared you again?"
“…”
Although, she thought about it and immediately faced him bravely, laughed and tried hard, "It's not that. You are not a devil, why do you always scare me?"
"Oh? Why did you jump so hard in this place close to me?"
“…”
Fu Yanye lowered his head in her heart, and then looked straight at her again.
Zhuo Jian's heart was indeed beating like thunder, but can anyone calm down when he suddenly gets a handsome woman by her husband and is still so full of hormones pressed under her body?
Even if she had never lost her memory, she didn't believe that woman could face the current situation calmly.
"Jian Jian, they all say I've been unhappy recently."
"ah?"
Zhuo Jian really didn't understand this sentence.
How could Boss Fu be unhappy?
There are children, young and old, and the key is that they are so rich.
When Fu Yanye saw her simple eyes, he knew that she didn't understand. He sighed helplessly, "They said I was not happy in bed."