Zhuo Jian shivered when he looked at his arrogant look.
"What else do I want? Do you don't want to see your son?"
Fu Yanye leaned into her again and then threatened.
"think."
Zhuo Jian took the initiative to raise his hand and put it around his neck, ready to make it with him.
It seems that no matter how much you say, it doesn’t make much sense. Even if you tear up the agreement, it won’t bring him a little happiness. Just this thing can make him happy from the bottom of his heart?
Fu Yanye's Adam's apple rolled away, and he was silent for several seconds before looking at her coldly again: "That's all that?"
"I can, but can I sleep with my son later?"
Zhuo Jian hugged him a little tighter, but he still couldn't help asking him about this.
She missed the children so much that he took them wherever he went. It was obvious that he didn't want her to take them, but how could a mother have left the children for so long?
"Wait a minute? You still have the strength to talk about it later."
Fu Yanye looked at her with a dark look.
Zhuo Jian's hair stood up all over his body. Seeing him getting closer and closer, his thin lips were about to kiss her, and she lowered her eyes awkwardly.
Fu Yanye didn't kiss him.
Seeing that she seemed to be ready to sacrifice, she couldn't breathe in her breath and ordered: "Give me a smile."
Zhuo Jian suddenly thought of some vulgar scenes of men and women in his mind, and he opened his eyes to look at him, wondering.
"In no mood?"
Fu Yanye questioned her, and the cold breath approached.
Zhuo Jian took a breath and put his hands on his broad shoulders, "You promise, let me wait and go with my son."
"Ask me the terms? Are you worthy?"
Fu Yanye glanced at her with black eyes and questioned.
“…”
Zhuo Jian suddenly fell silent, she was not worthy.
"Have you seen Chengcheng? Don't you want too much. Women like you, I'm willing to let you see your son be merciful."
“…”
Zhuo Jian's hand against his shoulder suddenly loosened.
Fu Yanye looked at her with dark eyes and saw that she was suddenly lost and frowned: "Zhuo Jian, why do you make me feel like this?"
“…”
Then how about her?
She couldn't laugh.
Fu Yanye was so angry that he stopped looking at her anymore. He lowered his eyes and looked at her body looming under her pajamas, and his breathing was a little heavy.
"Zhuo Jian, if you put on a bitter face like this, don't..."
Fu Yanye didn't finish speaking, his thin lips were blocked.
Zhuo Jian suddenly held his face and said that it would be better to make one than a thousand.
“…”
Fu Yanye listened to his heartbeat and was chaotic.
This woman actually took advantage of his lack of attention...
Fu Yanye's posture remained unchanged. She felt her hands wrapped around his neck, as if she was about to hang it on him, kissing his lips and gently placing it on her.
Well, I'm still stupid after all.
I have taught so much in vain.
Fu Yanye supported the bed with one hand and hugged her waist half hanging on him with the other hand, then pressed it on, pressing it on the wide big bed.
She was angry that she wanted to leave him, but facing her soft lips, he couldn't help but suck it hard for a few times, until she couldn't breathe well.
Fu Yanye looked down at her awkward and shy look. When she wanted to kiss her again, she deliberately raised her face and refused to let her kiss her. She looked down at her and asked, "Have I asked you to kiss?"
“…”
Then will she wait for him to notify you next?
"Don't kiss me, remember?"
Fu Yanye looked at her with dark eyes and questioned.
"Um."
Zhuo Jian lowered his eyes and loosened his hands from his neck.
Fu Yanye looked at her and couldn't help but pursed her thin lips that were sucked by him. He suddenly felt blood in his brain, frowned and raised his hand to turn it off.
I can't see her at all.
He didn't let her kiss, but he tossed her whole body.
The room was too dark and even a little cold.
Zhuo Jian suddenly felt that he was being pushed into hell.
But I was pulled out again, and this happened many times.
Later, she wanted to leave after finishing her work, but Fu Yanye turned around and hugged her from behind: "Let's sleep here tonight."
Zhuo Jian didn't move, but just shouted in a hoarse voice and told him softly: "I want to go and see Chengqing Chengli and the others."
"They have an aunt to see."
“…”
At that time, she came upstairs, afraid of making him angry, so she only watched for two minutes and left. She thought that he would definitely ignore her, the tool man, afterwards, but now she can't get on and off his bed.
She couldn't sleep, so after he fell asleep, he took his cell phone and looked at it. It was already early in the morning.
The last message from Ouyang Ping was ten o'clock. She thought about it and planned to quietly get up and go to her son's room, and work quietly while accompanying her son. Who knew that her waist was locked tightly.
Behind him was the man's hoarse voice: "Sleep."
——
The next morning, when Fu Yanye got up, Zhuo Jian was no longer there.
He immediately got up, got out of bed barefoot and went out.
Zhuo Jian came out of another room with Chengli in his arms and saw his naked upper body standing at the door wearing only a pair of shorts.
"you……"
The two of them spoke in unison, but one was angry and the other had no temper.
Fu Yanye's dark eyes were full of anger. He was upset when he looked at her gentle appearance and turned around and went back to the room.
Zhuo Jian was even more surprised, but she couldn't get indifferent when she was holding the little baby in her arms.
"Give the orange to aunt, come in."
A man's command suddenly came from the room.
Zhuo Jian couldn't resist. She quietly went to her sons' room at around five o'clock in the morning. She was old and could still sleep well. The two little ones didn't have any idea of time, so they woke up early and happened to play with her.
At this moment, she followed him to the aunt.
However, she was still reluctant to go into the master bedroom, for fear that people outside would hear his humiliation and quietly close the door and stand there and stop walking in.
Fu Yanye turned his head to look at her: "I asked you to hug your son?"
"Didn't you say that something, and you can see your son afterward?"
Zhuo Jian lowered his head and refused to look at him, whispering a reminder.
"What did I say?"
Fu Yanye made a few big strides before her.
Seeing that he was not wearing any clothes and was still barefoot, Zhuo Jian lowered his eyes and reminded him: "You slippers are by the bed."
"Did I use you to remind me? What did I say?"
Fu Yanye supported the wall outside her body with both hands and surrounded her and questioned again.
Zhuo Jian blushed and didn't look at him, but just murmured: "If you make you happy, you can look at your son."
"Do you think you made me happy?"
“…”
Zhuo Jian looked up at him silently. He looked unhappy, but he was full of arrogance.
"You know I'm not happy when you look at my face? Then why should you hug my son?"
Fu Yanye continued to be aggressive.
Zhuo Jian's eyes were so angry that he turned red with his eyes, and he was so cute that he opened his face and refused to look at him.
"You won't be allowed to hug them until I'm happy."
His arrogant request.
"You are too bullying."
If she said so, she would never have to hold her son in her life.
She could never make him happy, he clearly did it on purpose.
"No need to question this. I am indeed bullying you, oppressing you, 'humiliating you.'"