The door was quickly closed. Fu Yanye walked to the living room, sat domineeringly and strongly on the sofa, looking at the woman standing on the side with dark eyes, "Didn't you forget what you just said?"
Zhuo Jian raised his eyes and looked at him.
What you just said?
"without."
She lowered her eyes and naturally knew what he was referring to.
Fu Yanye put two long arms on the back of the sofa and looked at her for a while.
Zhuo Jian suddenly felt a little restrained.
Pleasing him and making him happy, she can meet the children.
She put the bag on the sofa next to her.
Now it seems that it is all his.
She walked to him, spread her legs and sat on his knees, held his shoulders with both hands, lowered her eyes and kissed him.
Fu Yanye avoided it disgusted and frowned and reminded: "I don't like this atmosphere."
"What, atmosphere?"
Zhuo Jian asked him in confusion.
"You should be very good at seducing men. Do you still need me to teach you?"
“…”
Faced with his naked humiliation, Zhuo Jian endured the piercing pain and looked at him for a moment.
"Forget it, since you have no sincerity."
Fu Yanye said as he grabbed her waist and wanted to push her away.
Zhuo Jian was anxious and immediately held his face and kissed him regardless of the situation.
“…”
I don't know whose heart it is, it seems to jump out.
Fu Yanye felt the sweet smell and his thin lips moved slightly.
Zhuo Jian's little tongue was a little clumsy, but his hands were very neat, so he quickly untied his shirt.
Fu Yanye grabbed her hand, sucked her lips twice before letting go, then looked at her with disordered breath: "I asked you to kiss me."
Zhuo Jian didn't want to argue with him, and wanted to continue kissing him.
But Fu Yanye threw her on the sofa: "Take off yourself first."
Zhuo Jian was thrown into darkness, but he quickly took off his sweater obediently.
Fu Yanye looked at her and suddenly a fire rose up. He didn't care much about it. He grabbed her wrists and refused to let her do anything else. He lowered his head and sucked it on her tall swan neck.
Only the dark lights were turned on in the room, and Zhuo Jian looked at the unfamiliar environment and gradually became confused.
But when she thought of the children, she hugged him tightly again.
The night is entangled with breathing, and I don’t know who sinks first in the wide sofa.
Afterwards, he stood up and told her before leaving: "See you tomorrow night."
"Why tomorrow night?"
Zhuo Jian asked him weakly when he curled up on the sofa.
"Why or tomorrow of next month?"
Fu Yanye's irresistible threat.
Zhuo Jian: "…"
He left quickly, she hurried on the sofa with her coat covered.
There was no time to worry about the soreness on her body, and the light kiss marks on her neck were not covered by her long hair. She was extremely embarrassed and weak.
She held herself, exhausted.
He had the final say in everything, she was just at his mercy, even...
She felt like a machine for him to vent.
She felt chills on her body, and she hugged herself tighter.
Outside the window are the lights of thousands of houses, but inside the window is silent.
I don't know how long it took, but someone opened the door from outside.
She was already drowsy when she was huddled there, and she opened her eyes as she heard the movement.
At this moment, she still had fantasies, fantasizing that he brought the children to meet her.
"Orange?"
She murmured, trying hard to open her eyes.
Why did she forget that he became heartless and didn't even care about his own son.
It was Yuan Man and Chang Xia, and an aunt.
The aunt brought her bag and went upstairs. Yuan Man and Chang Xia brought her new clothes, "Mrs. Young Madam, are you okay?"
"It seems to be a little low in fever."
Zhuo Jian murmured, not caring too much.
Later, she was soaking her feet in a wide sweater dress. The aunt gave her a bowl of meat porridge and comforted her, "Mrs. Young Master, you are the only one in his heart. He just can't express himself. Give him some more time."
Zhuo Jian had no energy to eat, so he put the bowl on the table in front and leaned back on the back. Looking at the Chinese medicine in the bucket, she couldn't help laughing, and he didn't have her in his heart.
But since he doesn't let her see the child, why bother with her legs?
Sure enough, she had a fever again in the middle of the night.
——
The next day, it was raining outside.
When she woke up, she lay on a strange and warm bed. When she opened her eyes, she saw Chang Xia's happy face.
"Mrs. Young Madam, you're finally awake."
"Xia Xia."
Zhuo Jian screamed, but his voice became hoarse and the voice was not released.
"Young Madam, you're scared me to death, you're having a fever again."
Chang Xia said.
Zhuo Jian smiled helplessly, then turned to look out the window, it was raining.
"What time is it?"
"After eleven, I called in the station and I have already asked for leave for you."
"Um."
"besides……"
"What?"
"The boss has been here."
Chang Xia lowered her head after saying that, for fear that she would be unhappy.
Zhuo Jian was a little surprised to hear that he had been here. What else did he do? Seeing her so haggard, she must be very disgusted, right?
Zhuo Jian didn't say anything anymore, but just looked out the window silently, suddenly thinking of the children, and then he spoke again: "After eleven o'clock, where are the children?"
Fu Yanye should have already started work at this time. Are the children at home alone?
"The kids were taken to the company by the boss."
When Chang Xia said this, his voice was very low.
Until another week later, her body recovered and she started working again, and then she received a call from Fu Yanye: "Come here tonight."
Zhuo Jian understood what he meant, and after agreeing, he hung up the phone.
It is said that he took his children to another place this week and finally came back.
After work in the evening, she went back to Shengyuan directly, but no one stopped her this time.
She entered the house.
The aunt said that the two young masters were so tired that they fell asleep, so she went to the restaurant.
But when I passed by the stairs, I couldn't help but look upstairs with a desperate look.
"Mother."
Chengcheng was sitting in the baby chair and was having a meal. When she heard the sound, she looked up and immediately called her excitedly.
Zhuo Jian walked in and quickly stepped forward when he saw Chengcheng.
"Take off your coat first and don't let the dirty things outside touch my son."
Fu Yanye lowered his head and ate, and gave her a cold and arrogant command.
Zhuo Jian looked at him in confusion, knowing that he had committed a cleanliness disease again, so he took off his clothes obediently.
The aunt continued on the side and then helped her place the bowls and chopsticks.
Zhuo Jian went to Chengcheng in a turtleneck sweater: "Baby, mom misses you so much."
"Mom hug."
Chengcheng opened his little hands, and Zhuo Jian was about to hug him, so he carried it out.
"Mom, Chengcheng misses you so much, where have you been?"
Chengcheng hugged her neck and kissed her, and asked her in a soft voice.
Fu Yanye just listened to Chengcheng's words and knew that this kid was a double-faced guy and was not that gentle when talking to him.
"Mom is on a business trip, how come we, Chengcheng, have become more cute? How cute are we after eating?"
Zhuo Jian joked with him.
Chengcheng happily drilled in her arms.
A pair of small hands habitually put them somewhere.
Zhuo Jian had no choice but to hold him and turn his back to Fu Yanye, and sat down in the chair next to him, "Are you shy?"
Chengcheng's little face was red and she didn't speak in her arms.
The aunt prepared the dishes and said with a smile: "I keep calling you mom, I must be thinking about you."
After hearing this, Zhuo Jian felt warm, touched Chengcheng's little head, and asked him softly: "Are you full? Can you feed you mom?"
Chengcheng nodded, very helpful.
Fu Yanye frowned, "You can see him every day, what are you feeding?"