Fu Yanye stopped his movements, and his black eyes looked at her again, and ordered: "Say it again!"
"If I'm willing to fall on you again, can you not do it lately?"
When Zhuo Jian asked this, his little face was already ashamed to death.
She wants to be an upright person!
But obviously, she didn't have this opportunity!
Fu Yanye's eyes, like a knife, gradually became less sharp, and the force of holding her was no longer so heavy. He just whispered: "Don't say a heartless word to me again."
He doesn't want to listen.
"good!"
Fu Yanye took out her clothes reluctantly, but couldn't help but put her forehead gently gasping, murmured: "Let me say something nice now."
Good sound?
Zhuo Jian was so dull that he couldn't think of anything to say.
His childish soft voice suddenly made her feel a little at a loss.
Fu Yanye kissed her lips, and then murmured indiscriminately: "Say you like me!"
Zhuo Jian thought he was strange.
What's so nice about this?
He doesn't seem like a person who is missing a confession.
But in order to let him go, Zhuo Jianxin made a fuss and said softly: "I like you."
Fu Yanye was dissatisfied: "Hold me and say in my ear."
Zhuo Jian: "…"
"Zhuo Jian! Are you obedient?"
His voice was heavy and hoarse, and he pinched her delicate body with both hands.
"I, I like you!"
Zhuo Jian reached out to hook his neck, his lips were in his ear, and he opened his mouth several times before he shamefully said these words.
But Fu Yanye felt that this life was extremely soft and fragrant.
It seemed as if the unhappiness downstairs half an hour ago was a matter of his previous life. He suddenly held the back of her head, arched her narrow waist, sucked her lips again, and then carried out his superb kissing skills.
Zhuo Jian was afraid that he would be unhappy and suffered, so he responded gently twice, raised his hand to hold his face: "Mr. Jian is waiting for us downstairs."
Fu Yanye looked at her with a full of passionate eyes and said softly: "Stop until he leaves."
“…”
Zhuo Jian's face was so scared that his little face was tense.
"Just kiss."
Fu Yanye said that, and kissed her again, and then another moment.
Zhuo Jian sat by the bed and took a breath after he changed his clothes and went out. She was so scared just now that she was afraid that she would respond enthusiastically to him.
Fortunately, I was no longer twenty years old. If he had kissed her like this, she would have been seduced and would have given him his life.
But now...
"Zhuo Jian, please be more aware of me."
Her little hands gently stroked her lower abdomen, looked down, then breathed hard again, got up, found a white dress in the cabinet, put it on and went out.
Fu Yanye downstairs was already sitting gentlemanly on the sofa and accompanied designer Jian to drink tea and wait for her. There were two people sitting next to her, probably Jian's assistant.
Both of them stood up when they saw her coming.
Zhuo Jian nodded politely: "Hello you guys!"
The two female assistants also nodded to her.
Jian Lian raised his eyes, looked at her and lowered his eyes, looking at her nose and nose.
Zhuo Jian wanted to sit down next to him, but Fu Yanye raised his hand and pulled her to him.
Zhuo Jian fell into his arms without sitting firmly, and looked up at him in dissatisfaction.
"Sit beside me."
Fu Yanye only said softly, but his eyes were very serious.
Zhuo Jian thought of what was going on upstairs and sat next to him.
Fu Yanye held her hand, Jian Lian looked at her, and asked curiously: "It is said that you two have been secretly married for more than three years, have you not bought a wedding ring yet?"
Fu Yanye's originally relaxed face immediately became colder again.
Zhuo Jian also looked at the two of them with a little uncomfortable look at the hands that were entangled together.
"Mr. Jane said that it's not appropriate to wear the ring again."
Fu Yanye took her hand and looked at her and said to her.
Zhuo Jian glanced at him, feeling that he seemed to be asking her for a wedding ring.
Fu Yanye saw her doubts and reminded her: "Just the pair you bought for Lin Ruxiang last time was our wedding ring."
“…”
Zhuo Jian was stunned.
She almost forgot about that.
But now when he reminded him, he immediately came to his mind clearly.
That day, he also wore a man's ring, and he asked her to spend all her savings and buy the pair of rings.
But at most it is a couple ring?
Zhuo Jian didn't understand why he wanted to wear that, but the pair of rings should be lying in her small apartment, the first drawer of her bedside table.
Jian Lian looked at the confrontation between their young couple's eyebrows and eyes, looked at the time on the wristwatch, and reminded: "Let's hurry up, let's talk about the ring matter again?"
"OK!"
When Zhuo Jian heard Jian Lian's words, he felt like he was granted a general amnesty and quickly agreed to him sweetly.
But Fu Yanye squeezed her ring finger hard, and her little face turned pale because of the pain.
Soon Jian Lian's assistant took Zhuo Jian to try out the wedding dress. Fu Yanye and Jian Lian were alone. Jian Lian laughed at him: "Can you still not be able to handle it for so many years?"
“The future is still long, isn’t it?”
Fu Yanye's black eyes drooped and asked him.
Jian Lian nodded: "The future is quite long, but it is also quite short. Just like me, I became a golden bachelor if I was not careful."
After hearing this, Fu Yanye laughed unconsciously. This great designer used to have a girlfriend and almost got married, but...
"She loves you very much! But she also knows how to restrain herself."
Jian Lian said another sentence.
Fu Yanye glanced at him almost without much trust.
"If a girl is too restrained in her relationship, she will basically be injured."
Jian Lian said again.
Fu Yanye narrowed his phoenix eyes, looked at him with a sigh, and waited for him to continue talking.
"If you are the one who has hurt her and want to save her, you will probably have to give ten times more patience and gentleness than an ordinary man."
“…”
ten times?
Fu Yanye frowned.
"Don't want to tie a woman with her child, as women will only become more independent because of their children."
Jian Lian said something more.
Fu Yanye only felt very upset. This person asked him to design a wedding dress. Who asked him to give such advice?
Jian Lian didn't care when he saw that he was unhappy and drank tea for a while.
When he walked downstairs in a white wedding dress, Jian Lian couldn't take his eyes off.
Zhuo Jian gently stroked the safety handrail and walked down, and two assistants helped her carry the hem of her skirt behind her.
Her long hair has been coiled up and her feet are covered with crystal high heels.
The beauty is like jade, so she is like this now.
Jian Lian seemed to have found his muse again, and was so excited that he couldn't speak.
Fu Yanye followed his sight and looked towards the stairs.
Her skin is as white as milk. When she is shy, she will have a layer of powder. Her figure is long and slender. She will look even more delicate and tender when she is wearing a white wedding dress.
Zhuo Jian walked down in his high heels and breathed exhausted.
Jian Lian put down the teacup and stood up and walked towards her.
But Fu Yanye was still sitting there with his legs folded, just staring at her straight.
Zhuo Jian's heart tightened when he saw it.
His black eyes were too cold.
Jian Lian walked closer and looked at her waist and whispered: "Miss Zhuo has had a good meal recently, and her waist has become wider."
“Yes, is that?”
Zhuo Jianxin jumped violently and subconsciously glanced at the man sitting on the sofa.
Jian Lian looked at the direction she looked at, and asked, "What do you think, Mr. Fu?"
Fu Yanye put down the teacup he was playing with, got up, stepped forward with his long legs in front of her, and looked at her waist.