In the spacious bedroom, it is ambiguous and charming.
"I know you're going to wash for a long time, so I went to wash next door."
Fu Yanye looked at her with dark eyes and said, very sincere.
Zhuo Jian nodded, "Now I go downstairs to drink a bar. I'm just a little hungry, so I'll eat something."
Every cell in Fu Yanye was protesting.
He wanted to have a good drink with her, but it was definitely not now.
Otherwise, why would he suddenly run to take a shower?
But he didn't know how to reject her, so he told himself to take his time.
Anyway, it's his, so I can't escape.
Just follow her first, and then step by step...
Before I finished the wine I had been drinking the previous two days, I went to the kitchen and took two wine glasses, found the bottle of wine and opened it, and stood in front of the glass table and poured two glasses.
Fu Yanye took the fruit and dessert on it.
Zhuo Jian took a sip of wine and saw the Tiramisu he brought, and couldn't help but look at him curiously. He was surprised, "When did you prepare?"
"Before picking you up."
Fu Yanye said.
Zhuo Jian couldn't help but look up at him, but she was a little nervous whenever she saw his eyes. She lowered her head and picked up the fork and put it in her mouth, so she turned her attention.
"Is it tasty?"
Fu Yanye asked her.
Zhuo Jian nodded. It was really fresh and delicious.
Fu Yanye suddenly leaned in front of her: "I'll try it."
Zhuo Jian stopped the action of putting it into his mouth. Seeing his approach as he approached, his heart stagnated, and then Tiramisu put it to his mouth.
Fu Yanye took the cake into his mouth and tasted it carefully.
Zhuo Jian looked at him. In less than three seconds, he suddenly looked at her, smiling at the corners of his eyes, and said surely: "It's really delicious."
Zhuo Jian's heart was so thrilled, why did he suddenly smile at her?
She unnaturally opened her face, but Fu Yanye felt that the smell in her mouth was simply too good.
However, he still liked her taste more.
He abstined for too long.
Now everyone in his body no longer protests his involuntary behavior, not strong, and not domineering.
But seeing her eating so seriously, he could only pick up his glass and take a sip of wine.
The two of them have been together for so long, but he doesn't believe that he has no concentration.
Zhuo Jian ate for a while, took a sip of wine, looked outside, and wanted to find a topic to talk about, otherwise he would always find it strange.
After searching for a long time, I suddenly thought that my son was not in their room, so I asked him, "Chengcheng is in the children's room?"
"Um."
Fu Yanye looked straight at her with black eyes and nodded for a while.
Zhuo Jian nodded, "Let's take him back to the room later."
Fu Yanye looked down at the red liquid in the wine glass, and then looked at her sharply.
This is probably a bit difficult.
Seeing that he didn't say anything, Zhuo Jian looked at him curiously.
Fu Yanye glanced at her with phoenix eyes and agreed: "I know."
If he didn't let his son go back to his room, he wouldn't have a bed to sleep.
In fact, he was always curious whether she really didn't know when he put Chengcheng next to her every time and he slept beside her?
But even if you have to ask some questions, you have to choose the right time.
Fu Yanye raised his eyebrows helplessly, remembering what Yuan Man said on the phone that she encountered Lin Ruxiang when she was having dinner, but Lin Ruxiang was not a topic worth talking about for them.
In fact, it is better to just look at her quietly when chatting. She doesn’t have a good alcohol tolerance, but this does not mean that she is not good at drinking, especially her lips that have drunk, which is particularly attractive.
Zhuo Jian noticed his gaze and deliberately turned his back slightly to him.
They both have drunk many times in this house, but it is rare for them to open their hearts.
She still remembers when she came back, and he thought she wouldn't drink.
Time seems fleeting.
Thinking of what happened since I came back, I had already finished drinking a glass of wine when I came back to my senses.
Seeing that there was not much left in the wine bottle, Zhuo Jian was about to get the wine bottle again, but before his hand could be lifted up, Fu Yanye poured all the wine in the wine bottle into his wine glass.
“…”
Zhuo Jian looked at him.
In the huge space, the atmosphere suddenly became a little nervous.
Fu Yanye put down the wine bottle, picked up the wine glass and gently touched the wine glass in her hand. There were only one or two drops left in her wine glass, so she didn't move, watching him raise the glass and kill the wine in his glass.
It is undeniable that he even drinks in a sensual manner.
Zhuo Jian looked at his sexy Adam's apple and went up his tight jawline, unconsciously beating his heart, and then quietly diverted his attention while he was not paying attention.
She kept holding her breath without letting go, and carefully lived every minute.
After drinking, Fu Yanye poured the wine glass down and said with a smile: "It's over."
Zhuo Jian looked at him with a smile, but did not speak.
Suddenly, time seemed to be exquisite.
In the dark space, they were only two of them, and they were very ambiguous.
Fu Yanye walked around her from the side of the glass platform and put the wine glass she was holding in her hand in some places.
Zhuo Jian didn't dare to look at him, and looked down at the wine glass being taken away. Her fingers gradually, one or two, were hooked up by his slender fingers and held in the palm of her hand.
Fu Yanye glanced at her with black eyes: "Madam Fu, we should have something else to do."
Zhuo Jian didn't say anything. From the beginning, he didn't hide what he wanted. She slowly raised her eyes to him, very firm.
Fu Yanye never wanted to wait any longer.
He didn't want to care about anything that was patient, restraint, or whether she wanted to do so.
Because if she has to wait for her to take the initiative, I don’t know when she will wait.
He stepped forward, his low voice exuded grace, but his words were filled with evil spirits, "Don't care about you."
Zhuo Jian lowered his eyes and looked at him bent down.
The man was picked up from the ground by him within two seconds.
Zhuo Jian put one hand on his shoulder, looked at him with clear eyes, but his heartbeat was already like thunder.
He thought he had such a strong character, so why did he pretend to be elegant and decent?
He walked with his long legs and carried her out of the kitchen, went straight upstairs from the elevator, and took her into the room.
That night, he didn't want to have sex outside the bed, so he put her in the bed and leaned over in front of her.
Zhuo Jian looked at him calmly until his lips fell on hers.
Both of them have the same taste of wine, astringent and endless aftertaste.
When Fu Yanye's hand was gently caressing her waist, she no longer restrained herself, raised her hand to wrap around his neck, and gently entered his black hair with her fingers.
His body stiffened, but the next moment he kissed gently and affectionately.
He thought she would resist.
She didn't.
He thought she would call for a stop.
She actually responded to him.
Zhuo Jian thought that there was something Ouyang Ping said very well, and there was no need to treat her body badly.
Since we long for each other, let’s do it well.
Fu Yanye gently pulled away her pajama belt and crawled in with his hand, Zhuo Jian's conditioned reflex slightly catered.
He gently stroked the hair that blocked her forehead with his left hand, kissed her lips, kissed the tip of her nose, kissed her eyebrows, and looked at her, "Do you miss me?"
The hoarse voice was not strong, but her heart felt wet.
She hugged him, raised her head and took the initiative to meet his thin lips, hooked him to kiss him to the fullest.
Fu Yanye pressed her shoulders, looked at her with dark eyes and called her: "Zhuo Jian."