In this way, she leaned against the head of the bed for a while, and it was him in her arms.
I don't know when he will come, nor when he will leave.
But the gentle hand stroked his black hair first and gently stepped on it.
Fu Yanye later pillowed on her lower abdomen for a while, or should have lie on it gently.
At half past nine, he woke up and looked up and saw Zhuo Jian looking at him.
"morning!"
She let out a low voice, her eyes clear and confident.
Although he didn't know what she was sure of.
Fu Yanye got up and leaned against the bedside with her, "Good morning!"
They haven't asked each other good morning like this for a long time.
Zhuo Jian turned his head to look at him and asked him, "When did you come?"
Fu Yanye turned around and looked at her again, "After four o'clock."
Of course it was past four o'clock in the morning. Zhuo Jian gradually let go of his eyes as he looked at him, and he was sure that it was not a dream.
Fu Yanye kept looking at her with his black eyes until she turned around and got out of bed, and he was half lying there and looking at her back.
It's almost summer, and her clothes are getting thinner and thinner. Her lower abdomen occasionally appears because of the floating fabric of the clothes.
Fu Yanye stared there until she turned around and asked him, "Are you going to the bathroom?"
Fu Yanye: "You first."
Zhuo Jian took his clothes into the bathroom without hesitation.
Change clothes and wash.
Fu Yanye looked at the cell phone on the bedside table in a blink of an eye, picked it up and looked at it. It was already early, so he got up.
Zhuo Jian was brushing his teeth. When he heard the sound of opening the door, he looked up in the mirror and his little face turned red in an instant.
Fu Yanye came in without wearing anything.
"bath!"
He threw only two words to her, looked at her through the mirror, and then passed behind her.
Zhuo Jian forgot to breathe, and stared blankly at his perfect body and his heart was beating like thunder after walking away.
Didn't she say first?
He turned on the shower and in less than two seconds he got in.
What's this?
Wet body temptation?
Zhuo Jian thinks he doesn't have to.
As long as he moves his fingers a little, she can take the initiative to offer him.
Zhuo Jian wanted to brush her teeth without any distractions and not to look around, but she still couldn't help but glance into the mirror, one glance after another.
Finally, the electric toothbrush stopped, and she came to her senses dullly, quickly rinsed her mouth, and then she was so anxious that she pulled out a piece of paper to wipe her face.
Later she went to Wang Yue's room. Wang Yue had just changed her clothes and planned to go out. Seeing her blushing face come in, she couldn't help but smile and asked her, "What's wrong?"
"Mom, can I use your skin care products?"
"Use it, use it casually, but... your husband is here?"
"Um."
Zhuo Jian nodded, his face still flushed.
Wang Yue's eyes looked at her even more ambiguous, and she whispered to remind her, "It's good for a young couple to quarrel at the head of the bed, but you are two people now, everything should be light and slow, do you understand?"
“…”
Zhuo Jian nodded with a red face.
"Go, I'm going to go out to do something. You two may be there at noon, so you will leave after dinner."
Wang Yue gently patted her shoulder and left.
Zhuo Jian then raised his hand and touched his face hard. It was really hot.
After washing up, Fu Yanye came out and couldn't see Zhuo Jian's figure, so he went out. After going downstairs, he saw that she was not there. Even the elders at home seemed to have gone out. When he saw an aunt coming out, he asked, "Where is the old man?"
"Reply to the young master, the old man and the old lady went shopping. Your father seemed to have gone to the golf course, and the wife had just left for a while, and it seemed to be a fundraising event."
The aunt was very enthusiastic when she saw him and answered questions very actively and in detail.
After hearing this, Fu Yanye nodded, couldn't help but look at the kitchen, and asked cautiously: "Where is the young lady?"
"Mrs. Young Madam? She hasn't come down yet. Good morning, Mrs. Young Madam. Young Madam is here to you."
When the aunt saw Zhuo Jian coming downstairs, she happily greeted her.
Zhuo Jian raised his eyes to Fu Yanye. He changed his clothes, but he was still meticulous.
"Do you want to have a meal now? Let's prepare now."
The aunt asked happily when she saw them.
"Um."
Fu Yanye agreed and looked sideways at her walking towards him without looking away.
Zhuo Jian walked up to him and said, "Do you look for me? I just went to use my mother's skin care products."
Fu Yanye thought to himself, am I just going to take a shower?
Not that I haven't seen it before.
Zhuo Jian guessed what he meant in his eyes, looked at the direction of the aunt going, and whispered: "Then I'll go to the kitchen to see."
Fu Yanye was upset and watched her enter the kitchen with her hands behind her back, pestering her finger without a wedding ring, and then followed her silently.
That woman, I don’t know if the ring is worn on her body.
When Zhuo Jian saw that the aunt had cooked the porridge, she couldn't help but let her serve a bowl first. As soon as she was about to drink it, she saw Fu Yanye coming in. She unconsciously tightened her heart and asked him, "I'm a little hungry, can I drink it first?"
Fu Yanye approached, stood in front of her and stared at the bowl of porridge in her hand, adding some fruit dices to it, and asked her, "What is that? I'll try it."
Zhuo Jian was stunned.
He asked so calmly that she didn't know how he was going to drink.
Fu Yanye looked at her, "What are you doing when you stand there?"
Zhuo Jian took a spoonful and gave it to his mouth to taste it, then turned to look at the aunt, "Auntie, please help the young master to serve a bowl."
"Young Master doesn't want me to serve him another bowl. You are going to taste your bowl."
The aunt's eyes were also bright when she smiled.
Zhuo Jian was nervous and looked up at him again. Seeing that he was still motionless, he didn't explain, so he reluctantly took a spoonful of it, "Hey."
Fu Yanye bent over and looked at her with his black eyes as usual until she gave the spoon to his lips awkwardly.
It's yellow peach diced, and the taste is pretty good.
Fu Yanye stood up straight, looked at her with black eyes and said, "The taste is very average."
Zhuo Jian felt nervous and uncomfortable on his face, and he lowered his voice: "Then don't drink it."
After saying that, he sat down at the dining table with his own bowl.
When the aunt saw Fu Yanye's eyes were always staring at Zhuo Jian, she thought to herself that the young master was just a crazy wife staring at her. She would not bother them and secretly fiddled with breakfast for them.
The chef prepared new side dishes and staple foods, which were made for their breakfast.
Breakfast was set on the table, and Fu Yanye sat down opposite her, first took a piece of scallion pancake and stuffed it into his mouth. He felt that the taste was OK, so he chewed it slowly and leaned against the chair to watch her eat.
She seems to have a good appetite and eats slowly, but she has never stopped talking.
Zhuo Jian ate for a while, but he couldn't stand being stared at him before raising his eyes, "Do you have something to say?"
"Um?"
Fu Yanye raised his eyelids, looking like he didn't understand what she meant.
"Or why are you looking at me?"
Zhuo Jian continued to ask him.
Fu Yanye smiled faintly and asked her: "Are you afraid of seeing it?"
“…”
Zhuo Jian felt that he could not communicate with him, so he lowered his head to eat. Soon the aunt who was cleaning ran down from the upper floor, "Mrs. Young Madam, you call."