"What do you mean? Zhuo Jian, don't be troubled, just talk nonsense, you..."
Lin Ruxiang was obviously even more excited on the phone.
Zhuo Jian watched Fu Yanye walk to him, but he didn't stop talking, "Sister Ruxiang, I just remind you that you have exceeded your shelf life!"
Fu Yanye glanced at her with dark eyes and did not disturb her from talking on the phone.
Zhuo Jian hung up the phone slowly after finishing his words. She thought, if she said this, if he was smart enough, he would have guessed that Lin Ruxiang was lying.
Fu Yanye looked at her silently until her heart began to tighten little by little, and even fear.
Her eyes, which were neither humble nor arrogant, gradually became a little messy.
After all, he has been defending Lin Ruxiang over the years. Will her words just now be regarded as her curse on Lin Ruxiang for him?
But she didn't want to care what he thought. She would no longer tolerate women who were despicable and shameless.
So, what she has to wait for is his punishment at most.
And she now has a life-saving talisman, so she bravely met his eyes.
Fu Yanye pulled open the chair and sat down opposite her, and said in a very light voice: "Have you seen the hot searches?"
"Um!"
Zhuo Jian was surprised that he just asked this and understood that the phone call just now told him the hot search.
Fu Yanye looked up at her again, and saw that her expression was tense, so he said again: "Relax."
Zhuo Jianxin thought I wanted to relax, but I was afraid that you would like to beat me.
Fu Yanye pulled the noodles she hadn't finished to eat. He felt that she had been staring at her, so he raised his eyes to her: "If you don't feel happy in the future, you can continue to vent like this."
A hint of surprise flashed in Zhuo Jian's eyes. He told her to vent this way?
He clearly heard the conversation between her and Lin Ruxiang, but he didn't realize she was too much?
"Aren't you angry? That person is Lin Ruxiang."
"Why am I angry? She is not my wife."
“…”
Zhuo Jian suddenly felt at a loss.
Fu Yanye glanced at her again, "I'm only angry with one thing."
“Which piece?”
Zhuo Jian couldn't figure out his emotions and asked him nervously.
"You don't care about me."
When Zhuo Jian talked to Lin Ruxiang, he didn't even have him in his eyes and thought, but just treated him as a tool to use it.
“…”
Zhuo Jian was speechless.
The air in the restaurant looks very thin, which makes people feel a little depressed.
Fu Yanye lowered his head and finished the noodles that she had not finished and drank some soup.
As time passed by minute by minute, Zhuo Jian couldn't help but break the silence in the restaurant and asked him: "You really don't have a good cleanliness?"
Fu Yanye only gave her a look, then got up to clean up the dishes.
Zhuo Jian could not understand the deep meaning of that look, but he felt a little inexplicably false in his heart.
It was already past seven o'clock after dinner, and Zhuo Jian collapsed on the sofa and turned on the TV to think about Lin Ruxiang. When he saw him coming, his mind suddenly turned blank.
Fu Yanye had a strong aura on her body, but she was so stressed that she couldn't think.
Zhuo Jian waited for a while, and saw that he didn't get close to him and didn't speak. After thinking about it, she took the initiative to break the silence and asked, "Will we not go back to the old house tonight?"
"Um!"
When Fu Yanye saw her speak, he walked towards her again.
Zhuo Jian immediately turned his legs to the side to prevent the two from getting intimately.
Fu Yanye looked at her coldly, then delivered three invitations to her, "Make a final decision."
Zhuo Jian then put down his guard and cheered up and looked at him. The bright red ones were liked by her elders, the pink ones were liked by her, and the white ones were liked by Fu Yanye.
"This is festive, the old man likes it too."
Anyway, the styles are the same, and Boss Fu personally designed them.
Fu Yanye sat down beside her: "Didn't you like pink before?"
"If you want to follow my preferences, you won't choose three photos. Just this one. I prefer to see grandparents happy."
Zhuo Jian chose the big red one.
Traditional Chinese wedding invitation colors.
Fu Yanye did want to satisfy the old man and the old lady’s preferences in this matter, and nodded: “Then it.”
He leaned over and pulled open the drawer under the table and threw the remaining two in.
Zhuo Jian felt that the legs of the two people seemed to be squeezed together, just wanted to keep a distance from him, but the result was...
When the wedding invitation was thrown in, there was something particularly conspicuous inside.
Both of them were shocked.
She forgot about keeping a distance between the two of them for a while, and Fu Yanye was even more upset and closed the drawer with her feet.
Zhuo Jian lowered his eyes, looking at his nose and his heart, but the night she came back, the two of them were also here, and what happened suddenly came to his mind.
Fu Yanye knew what she was thinking at first glance. He suddenly couldn't swallow his breath and picked her up from the sofa and put it on his lap in annoyance.
Zhuo Jian came back to his senses, hugged in his arms, held his knees with both hands, and asked him, "Why are you holding me like this?"
"like!"
After Fu Yanye finished speaking, he lowered her knees and said he was holding her, but Zhuo Jian felt that it was more like a bondage.
But I have to admit that he said he liked those two words, which was really fascinating.
A lot of ambiguity suddenly grew on the sofa, and Zhuo Jian gradually turned from nervousness and embarrassment to shame, and his little face turned red.
Fu Yanye hugged her and pondered. Zhuo Jian felt his hand in her belly, and wanted to stretch it in, and immediately bent down and pressed it down: "Fu Yanye, what are you doing?"
"I've satisfied my grandparents, can I satisfy you again?"
Fu Yanye discussed with her in her ear in a deep voice.
I didn't mention the agreement in the drawer.
“I don’t have much need.”
Zhuo Jian said while pushing him.
"Think about it, you can make a request to me."
Fu Yanye felt that this was fair, and he hoped that he could satisfy her.
Zhuo Jian thought for a while: "Then, let go of me first."
"Apart from this one."
Fu Yanye insisted on it.
Seeing that he was unhappy and did not want to touch his reverse scale, Zhuo Jian said, "Then we will sleep separately these days?"
Fu Yanye frowned and looked at her: "Is there anything else?"
Why are they all separated?
They are husband and wife and cannot be separated.
"It seems that there is no more for the time being, Fu Yanye, don't touch it randomly."
Zhuo Jian couldn't stand his quarrels and protested.
"I'm not too old or too young to call me all day long. It seems that I have to educate you well."
Fu Yanye gave up on satisfying her wish, because her wish was not as satisfying as he wanted. Her voices of Fu Yanye made him feel upset and hugged her the next second.
He was very powerful, and both of them fell on the sofa.
Zhuo Jian's head was protected by Fu Yanye in his arms but he didn't know it. He just thought that this position was very suitable for escaping.
But Fu Yanye suddenly stood up, and in less than two seconds, she felt a weight on her body.
"Don't call me with your first name or last name, do you hear that?"
Fu Yanye said, pressing her to start acting.
His hands reached her waist. Zhuo Jian was afraid that he wanted to do it again, so he immediately raised his hand and pinched his wrists: "Fu Yanye, I just came out of the hospital shortly after."
“…”
Fu Yanye's body, which was full of strength, suddenly weakened until he smelled the fragrance on her neck, and went up to suck her neck hard.
"Um!"
Zhuo Jian pursed his lips tightly in pain.
Fu Yanye sucked enough, licked it with satisfaction, and murmured: "What are you calling me?"
"Fu...Mr. Ye?"
"Think about it carefully, what should a married woman call her husband?"
Fu Yanye kissed her skin one after another, and was addicted.
“…”
Zhuo Jianxin thought I like to call you with my first name and last name?
"Um?"
Fu Yanye couldn't hear the answer he liked, and his dissatisfaction increased his strength.
"Fu Yanye, I feel pain."
Zhuo Jian's tears were about to fall out of him, but his voice was soft and cute.
"Call me!"
Fu Yanye saw the tears at the corners of her eyes and was threatening and tempting.
"Fu Yanye..."
Her voice was very soft.
"Okay, Fu Yanye, right?"
Fu Yanye suddenly knelt down and looked down at her and began to untidy the belt.