Chapter 197 It's a pity I still sleep in my bed at night
In the relatively spacious bathroom, the breath was chaotic for a moment.
Zhuo Jian's mouth hurt when he kissed him, and his nose tip was sore, so he couldn't even hum.
Fu Yanye was almost unable to control himself, and his hands were uncontrollable to her.
Zhuo Jian grabbed his hand and raised his head to let him kiss his neck. "Fu Yanye, don't touch me, you were with Lin Ruxiang last night."
"So what if I was with Lin Ruxiang last night? I just want you now."
Fu Yanye really didn't like her misunderstandings and couldn't help but deliberately stimulate her.
After hearing this, Zhuo Jian pushed him hard and angrily. When he was temporarily looking at her, he raised his hand and wanted to hit him, but in the next second his wrist was captured accurately.
"What? Don't want to? It's a pity that you can't resist."
Fu Yanye said and picked her up from the sink.
Zhuo Jian refused to cooperate on him and twisted around.
"If I twist it a little longer, I'll ask for it here, do you believe it?"
Fu Yanye was tired of hugging her and couldn't help but threaten her.
"Fu Yanye, please put me down, you're dirty!"
Zhuo Jian couldn't help but pat his shoulder hard. She didn't expect him to be so shameless.
But Fu Yanye hugged her and pressed her against the base of the wall, then hooked the back of her head and kissed her again.
She was light and could easily control her. When she kissed her again, she even became a little savage because of her resistance.
Zhuo Jian quickly tasted the bloody smell, and there was some mist on his eyelashes. Just when she thought she was about to die, she suddenly had a translator in her stomach. She had a premonition that she was about to vomit, and subconsciously patted his shoulder quickly.
Fu Yanye's kiss could no longer stop her whimpering sounds of resistance. Then he felt her abnormality and finally stopped.
"Let me down."
"What’s wrong with you?"
When Fu Yanye saw her suddenly look pale as paper, he asked worriedly.
"Take me to the bathroom."
Zhuo Jian had no time to explain, so he could only order.
Fu Yanye subconsciously carried her over, and as soon as her butt touched the sink, she bent over.
Fu Yanye: “…”
She didn't spit it out, but two lines of clear tears were forced out.
Fu Yanye frowned, but did not let go of her: "I disgusted you?"
Zhuo Jian looked up at him, speechless for a moment.
Fu Yanye couldn't help but sneer, and then picked her up: "I think I'm just too indulging you."
"Fu Yanye, what are you going to do? I feel uncomfortable..."
Zhuo Jian was frightened and raised high by him. She could only hold his shoulders hard with both hands to prevent them from falling.
Fu Yanye was covered in fire, but stopped at the door, "Why are you here?"
"You little brat, haven't you heard the baby say she's uncomfortable? Let me put the baby down."
Wang Yue was furious when she watched outside. If she hadn't come in, her baby son would have planned to force her daughter-in-law?
Fu Yanye had to put Zhuo Jian down, but was worried that Zhuo Jian would be injured, so he let him go very carefully.
Zhuo Jian hit the ground and pushed him out, then hid behind Wang Yue: "Mom, he bullied me."
“…”
Fu Yanye didn't expect that this girl had learned to complain first.
Wang Yue hugged her in his arms: "Don't be afraid, you will sleep here tonight and let him go back to Shengyuan to sleep."
"What's the meaning?"
Fu Yanye asked unhappily.
He sounded like he wanted to separate the couple.
"Literally, if you don't know how to love your wife, just separate."
Wang Yue said, hugging Zhuo Jian out.
But Fu Yanye couldn't help but frown.
Split up?
who?
Later, Zhuo Jian washed up again in Wang Yue's room. Fu Yanye stood at the door and was blocked by Wang Yue. He asked her unhappily: "Didn't you always hope that our couple will make up?"
"Are you stupid? You really can't tell at all?"
"What?"
Fu Yanye really doesn't understand.
"Your wife, she..."
"Mom, I'm ready!"
Zhuo Jian came out from inside, walked to the door and looked at Fu Yanye, then lowered his eyes.
Wang Yue didn't finish her words, but just looked at Zhuo Jian with concern: "Is your health okay?"
"fine!"
Zhuo Jian shook his head.
"It's fine, let's go downstairs to have a meal."
Wang Yue said and took Zhuo Jian away again.
Fu Yanye stood at the door and thought for a while, and always felt that he had missed something.
I actually added pineapple to the breakfast porridge, and there are some more things?
Fruit porridge?
Fu Yanye couldn't drink it, but he could not help but frown when he saw Zhuo Jian drinking it very well.
When the couple left, Wang Yue couldn't help but sigh: "Why is this kid so slow in this matter?"
"Most men have this problem. Our Jane Jane baby is really tolerant, how can we not say it?"
The old lady asked.
Wang Yue thought for a while: "I guess I'm not at ease with Fu Yanye."
"That kid is just arguing, but he still has to say this, otherwise he will be frivolous and we will regret it if something happens."
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Fu Yanye sent Zhuo Jian to the door of the TV station to hold her: "Just leave like that?"
"Otherwise, what else should I do? Does a person who has a lot of connection with his ex-girlfriend want me to give you a kiss goodbye?"
Zhuo Jian looked at him coldly and asked, and opened the seat belt and planned to get off the car.
But Fu Yanye tightly grabbed her little hand, and a smile suddenly mixed in his unfathomable phoenix eyes, saying to her: "It's so sour!"
"I've loved eating sour lately."
After Zhuo Jian said that, he opened his hand, turned around and pushed open the door and got out of the car.
Fu Yanye frowned. I like to eat sour food recently?
Not long after Zhuo Jian entered the office, Li Yuqing went to knock on the door. This time he brought not coffee but flower tea.
"It should be OK for pregnant women to drink this?"
Li Yuqing asked her.
Zhuo Jian took it: "Thank you!"
In fact, Zhuo Jian also thought that anyone who married this man in the future would definitely be very lucky. He was very considerate and careful.
Li Yuqing didn't ask her anything else, but just told her: "There are new people in the Literature and Art Department today, who do you think it is?"
Zhuo Jian subconsciously glanced at him, and soon a name blurted out, "Lin Ruxiang?"
Her voice was not high, but Li Yuqing heard it and nodded.
"She is probably coming to you, be careful."
Li Yuqing reminded her.
Zhuo Jian nodded after hearing this, and the photo on Weibo suddenly appeared in his mind.
Lin Ruxiang would not give up, she knew very well.
At around 11 o'clock in the morning, Zhuo Jian and Yang Yi met Lin Ruxiang on the way to the studio. Lin Ruxiang got in the way of Yang Yi and greeted him generously: "Hello Teacher Yang, I want to say a few words to Ah Jian alone.
?”
Yang Yi glanced at Zhuo Jian.
Zhuo Jian smiled and reminded him that he could leave, so Yang Yi first took the manuscript and entered the studio.
Soon the staff dispersed, and they were the only ones left in the spacious space.
Lin Ruxiang walked closer to her and whispered: "Yan Ye was worried that I would catch a cold last night, so he sent me home in person."
Another provocation?
Lin Ruxiang seemed to think these words were very exciting to Zhuo Jian.
However, even if Zhuo Jian's later personality was not a fame or disgrace, he could already be neither humble nor arrogant and calm.
Zhuo Jian smiled helplessly and said to Zhou Zheng, "It's a pity that he still slept in my bed in the end!"