Wang Rui took a flat head and stood there in a casual suit, looking at her with too dark eyes.
Zhuo Jian thought that Fu Yanye would be there in ten minutes, and now at least two minutes have passed. She felt that in the current situation, she should not have died in these few minutes.
Lin Ruxiang attributed the death of the child to her. What about this person?
Lin Ruxiang seemed to be his life, and Lin Ruxiang's words were even more imperial edicts.
But unexpectedly, Wang Rui nodded to her.
Zhuo Jian's heartbeat was so turbulent that he tried his best to calm down. He also nodded, "Buy a cake?"
"Miss Ruxiang likes to eat this cake."
Wang Rui returned to her.
Zhuo Jian nodded.
Then he fell into silence.
Wang Rui took the cake and suddenly turned around to look at her before leaving.
Zhuo Jian thought she was safe, but when he turned around, she tightened her hands again.
But Wang Rui suddenly smiled, "Thank you for saving me that night."
Zhuo Jian was stunned.
"There is still the matter with that child, don't take it to heart, it has nothing to do with you."
“…”
Not long after Wang Rui walked, Fu Yanye came over and walked into the cake shop a few big steps. He was relieved when he saw Zhuo Jian inside, "That was Wang Rui just now?"
"Well! He said the child's affairs had nothing to do with me."
Zhuo Jian replied to him dullly.
Fu Yanye laughed helplessly and rubbed the top of her head, "What are you thinking? It has nothing to do with you."
Zhuo Jian smiled dumbly.
Fu Yanye also breathed a sigh of relief. He was actually very impressed with many things, but when he saw Wang Rui just now, he was really worried.
Zhuo Jian also looked at him, but he didn't understand what the expression in his eyes meant.
But Fu Yanye suddenly smiled at her.
He knew that he couldn't help but feel nervous when it came to her.
The two bought desserts that their elders liked and got on the bus.
On the way back, Fu Yanye asked her, "Did you go to the cake shop after lunch?"
"Well……"
Zhuo Jian thought about how she could have been in the cake shop all afternoon. Thinking of Ouyang Ping's advice, she pursed her lips and looked out the window.
Fu Yanye glanced at her and asked again: "Can't you say it?"
Zhuo Jian thought to himself, it’s not that he can’t, it’s that he doesn’t dare.
Fu Yanye didn't ask any more questions, but instead talked about where he and Su Bai went in the afternoon.
Zhuo Jian listened carefully, and they returned to the old house after half an hour.
It was just dark, and Fu Yanye was holding the dessert in his hand. After Zhuo Jian approached, his idle hand gently placed on her waist: "Go in."
"Um!"
Zhuo Jian is actually a little uncomfortable with his actions.
Every time he put his hand on her waist, she felt that the piece he was touching was very hot and almost scalded.
But she couldn't refuse.
He seemed to like the action very much.
After dinner, everyone was eating desserts and drinking tea. The old lady took out a string of jewelry from her youth.
The old lady smiled and said, "This is the betrothal gift given to me by his mother when I got married to your grandfather. The meaning of this necklace is very good, so that the couple can last for a long time. I am so loving and loving, which was originally passed on to your parents.
But before you come, they gave it to me and asked me to pass it to you personally. Jian Jian, this necklace belongs to you. I hope you will pass it to your next generation in the future, the next generation."
The old lady said as she took out the necklace from the box and gave it to her with both hands.
Zhuo Jian was a little nervous, thinking that the way of passing the necklace was too serious.
And she and Fu Yanye, when they recalled that grandparents and parents were so long-lasting?
Of course she also hoped that, but she was afraid that reality would slap her in the face too much.
Wang Yue helped lift her hair up, and the old lady put the necklace around her neck.
The teeth marks on the neck were watched by the old lady and Wang Yue. Both of them smiled pursed their lips and said nothing else.
There is also a simple necklace around Zhuo Jian's neck. It was bought by Fu Yanye when he went to buy gifts for his grandmother that day. She has been wearing them recently and has not taken them off now.
No one thinks it is inappropriate.
Fu Yanye sat diagonally opposite her, used to the elders always calling her to sit in front of her, but at this moment, his heart was warm and heavy.
That woman would exude a fatal attraction to him at any time.
After returning to the room, Zhuo Jian entered the bathroom, took off the necklace, and put it back in the box.
Fu Yanye stood behind her, hugged her and asked, "Is it taken off so soon?"
"This is your heirloom. What should I do if I wear it for a long time and get it broken?"
Zhuo Jian asked him.
"It's not your family, it's ours."
Fu Yanye corrected.
Zhuo Jianxin felt warm and picked up the box in a good mood, looking at the necklace carefully.
Although the necklace came from decades ago, the Fu family was already very rich at that time.
So facing such a valuable necklace, Zhuo Jian gently put it together, then looked up at the mirror and hugged his man: "Come on, can you keep it?"
Fu Yanye narrowed his phoenix eyes half-closed, looked up at the woman smiling gently in the mirror, and whispered: "This kind of thing is usually kept by women, right?"
"Our family is different! You are the head of the family!"
Zhuo Jian said.
Fu Yanye was quite helpful to the four words "The head of the family" but he still refused, "You should keep the jewelry and jewelry. I, the head of the family, will be responsible..."
This time the two did not look at each other from the mirror.
Zhuo Jian turned his head awkwardly and looked at him. His black eyes were gentle, "I'll be responsible for keeping you!"
Zhuo Jian felt a little hot again, keep her?
Zhuo Jian smiled and didn't say anything more.
But Fu Yanye pestered her and turned her around, picked up her face and kissed her.
Zhuo Jian subconsciously wanted to lower his head to avoid it, but Fu Yanye lowered himself and quickly held her face and made her raise her head.
Zhuo Jian was sore in his neck when he kissed him, and his hands finally grabbed the fabric around his waist.
Fu Yanye felt that the temperature on his waist was not his own, so he lifted her up from the ground the next second.
On the sink, she sat, tilting her head to continue to accept his kiss.
Fu Yanye pressed his hands against the edge of the sink. The force of kissing her was not strong, but it became more and more affectionate.
Zhuo Jian felt that he seemed to be sucked into his stomach at any time.
Until later, he couldn't stand it, so he held the back of her head and kissed her deeply for a while, and then picked her up from the sink.
Zhuo Jian hugged his neck with both hands reflexively and wrapped his legs around his firm and narrow waist.
Fu Yanye liked her move very much, although she was just worried about her subconscious move when she fell down.
Under the shower, Fu Yanye turned on the switch.
Zhuo Jian subconsciously closed his eyes and soon tasted the taste that did not belong to them in his mouth.
Fu Yanye held her and leaned against the wall, pressing her back with one hand to help her cushion.
Zhuo Jian's breathing was a little messy.
He stopped and pressed against her forehead: "Do you like me?"
Zhuo Jian's face turned red and he whispered: "Yeah!"