"She didn't say anything, I could see myself with my eyes."
Fu Yanye reminded her, pushed her hand away, turned around and left.
Wang Rui stood outside and saw Fu Yanye coming out to give him that look, and immediately lowered his head.
Fu Yanye withdrew his murderous eyes and left with his long legs coldly.
But Lin Ruxiang suddenly collapsed at the door.
Su Bai and Yan Zheng had some speculations about the conversation she had with Fu Yanye just now, but they were still uncertain.
Lin Ruxiang turned her head, her eyes filled with tears, but she still looked at them with a smile, and asked, "How could he bear to leave me? How could he bear to make me so sad? Did he joke with me?"
Before leaving, Su Bai told her: "We don't know much about you, but we did see Yan Ye wearing a wedding ring on his hand just now."
After Su Bai and Yan Zheng went out, they saw Wang Rui standing at the base of the wall. Yan Zheng only said to him: "If I were you, I wouldn't let her pester other men anymore."
Wang Rui couldn't help but smile bitterly after hearing this.
He probably owed Lin Ruxiang in his previous life.
After everyone else left, he walked over helplessly. Seeing her sitting on the ground in grief, he leaned against the wall and accompanied her quietly.
Fu Yanye drove home, and there was only the sound of wind in the huge courtyard.
The room was quiet and warm. He closed the door gently and walked quietly to the bed with his long legs.
She had fallen asleep, but she left the warm lights over him.
Fu Yanye bent down, his long arms gently pressed against the edge of the bed, leaned closer to her face, and gave a gentle kiss.
The chaos and falseness outside seemed to have nothing to do with him anymore. He quietly took off his clothes and lay beside her, taking her into his arms.
The night was long, and when he found her soft body in his arms, he didn't have to do that.
Just seeing her sleeping so peacefully in his arms, he felt satisfied.
But when did she love him as much as she used to?
——
The next morning, when Zhuo Jian woke up, he felt his neck sore. After lifting his long eyelashes, he saw the familiar chest. Her heartbeat accelerated, and he raised his head with conditioned reflexes. He saw the man sleeping with her. She even more
The heart is about to jump out.
When did he come back?
And he actually slept so steadily after he came back?
Didn't mess with her at all?
How did she sleep in his arms? Did she get in by herself?
Zhuo Jian thought that it might be his own initiative. After all, he had been addicted to his beauty for so many years, so he wanted to leave quietly when he didn't notice it.
As a result, as soon as he turned around, he was pulled back to his arms.
Fu Yanye hugged her from behind, his voice with a hoarse voice that he had not woken up, "Sleep for a while."
Zhuo Jian didn't dare to move around and replied to him: "I'll check my phone."
Fu Yanye continued to hold her and wanted to sleep for a while. Zhuo Jian stretched out his arms and hooked it to the phone. He secretly breathed a sigh of relief and turned on the phone.
Actually, she didn't know what to look for, and no one sent her a message.
The hot body temperature behind her does not belong to her. She always reminds her to be calm, rational, and never mess with him.
In order to divert attention, she opened Weibo.
The above news about him made her subconsciously click.
The president of Fu Group was in a relationship with his ex-girlfriend in the night place before the wedding.
The photo was taken when he held Lin Ruxiang's shoulders. It looked really hard to part with it.
Zhuo Jian suddenly realized that he did not go to see Su Bai yesterday, but to see Lin Ruxiang.
Last night, Lin Ruxiang was waiting outside the old house in rain. It was not the old lady, but him. In the end, he reluctantly let Lin Ruxiang wait outside. Did he think Lin Ruxiang is a terminally ill patient? So he felt particularly painful.
?
What about her Zhuo Jian?
He still hugged her, but last night...
Zhuo Jian suddenly resisted and wanted to take his hand away from his body, but Fu Yanye suddenly came up, put his chin against her forehead, accidentally glanced at her cell phone, and then took his long arms out of the quilt.
Holding her cell phone to see the message clearly.
The force of his holding her was still very strong. He was reflexive and did not allow the woman in his arms to resist, but the Weibo post made her face suddenly feel cold.
“It’s not what it says.”
Fu Yanye subconsciously explained to the woman in his arms.
"Can you let go of me first?"
She was hugged by him so tightly that she could not breathe.
Fu Yanye lowered his eyes and looked at her angry face, and slowly let go of her a little reluctantly.
Zhuo Jian immediately sat up, lifted the quilt and got out of bed.
Fu Yanye immediately chased after him, "I said it was not what they wrote."
"You want to say that you have never seen Lin Ruxiang before? That photo is synthesized?"
Zhuo Jian asked him back.
Fu Yanye frowned, and the feeling of being distrustful made him very upset.
"That photo is real, but I didn't have a connection with Lin Ruxiang."
Fu Yanye let go of her and put his hands on his hips in displeasure.
Zhuo Jian nodded after hearing this: "Oh!"
oh?
Fu Yanye saw her walking past her, heading towards the bathroom. In view of the incident where she locked the door last night, he followed her.
Zhuo Jian stood at the door and turned to look at him, "Mr. Ye, I want to use the toilet."
Fu Yanye: “…”
"If you want to use it, please wait in line."
Zhuo Jian looked at him with his eyes straight, and after entering, he closed the door from inside, which was really locked.
Fu Yanye: “…”
Her eyes just now seemed to be calling him a scumbag, not worthy of using a toilet for her public.
Fu Yanye stood outside in an upset. A minute passed and she didn't come out.
"Fu Yanye, go away."
Her shouts came from inside.
Fu Yanye didn't say anything, subconsciously leaning against the wall, thinking that she didn't know whether he was leaving or not.
Zhuo Jian finally got up and came out. After coming out, he saw him still standing there. He was so angry that his face turned red and his neck was thick, and he asked him: "Why are you getting so close?"
“How far should I go in line?”
Fu Yanye asked her slowly, with a strong hostility in her eyes.
Zhuo Jian didn't care about him, but only reminded him: "Hurry up, I want to wash up."
Fu Yanye snorted and walked in and didn't close the back door.
Zhuo Jian turned his head and looked at him with a conditioned reflex when he heard the sound, and immediately reached in and closed the door for him the next second.
The sound of the door closing is shocking!
Fu Yanye snorted and laughed, and suddenly felt better.
But the next time, the two of them were both inconsistent with each other.
Zhuo Jian deliberately avoided him while washing up, but Fu Yanye deliberately approached him.
Zhuo Jian glared at him in the mirror while brushing his teeth.
Fu Yanye looked at the face of the tricky girl in the mirror, turned around and kissed her fiercely on the face.
Zhuo Jian: "…"
She washed her face.
He stared at him in disgust and raised his hand to wipe it.
Fu Yanye looked at it, brushing his teeth while getting up.
Zhuo Jian held a toothbrush in his mouth and pushed his chest with both hands.
The result is that the toothbrush falls to the ground.
Then the face was kissed tightly.
A face full of toothpaste.
Zhuo Jian looked down at the toothbrush that was still vibrating on the ground, and looked up at him angrily. He wanted to speak and found that his mouth was full of foam, so he could only pick up the toothbrush, rinse his mouth, and then wash the toothbrush.
Seeing that she was so angry that she didn't scold him, Fu Yanye unconsciously approached again and whispered: "Don't ask for it if it falls to the ground, there is something new in the drawer."
"If something falls on the ground, don't want it..."
Zhuo Jian turned his head and glanced at him fiercely.
Fu Yanye...
Her look said that even he was going to lose?
Zhuo Jian washed her face again, and Fu Yanye slowly brushed her teeth beside her. After watching her wash her face, she immediately tore up a piece of paper for her.
Zhuo Jian glanced at him disgustedly, but he still took it and gently wiped his face.
Fu Yanye handed her skin care products again, one bottle of them, and the order was completely correct.
Zhuo Jian couldn't help but look at him and said, "Mr. Ye is very familiar with women's things!"
“…”
Fu Yanye paused his hand with an eyebrow pencil, looked up at the girl in the mirror who was looking at him with conditioned reflex.
Her eyes were misunderstood.
"Yes, I bought it for many women."
Fu Yanye said lightly.
"I don't think I've bought it for many women, but used it with them, right?"
“…”
Zhuo Jian said as he took away the eyebrow pencil, but when he was about to draw it, his waist was suddenly lifted up.
"I see that your mouth is a kiss!"
Fu Yanye said, then held her face, looked at her delicate red eyes, his heart suddenly became hot, and when he saw her gentle lips, he could no longer control himself, and his thin lips