Zhuo Jian looked at his hand and looked up at him again, "Didn't Mr. Fu come to bring me pajamas?"
"Um."
Fu Yanye agreed deeply, wanting to laugh but not daring to laugh.
"Then Mr. Fu's task has been completed. I have received my pajamas. Please let go and go out and bring it to me. Thank you again."
Zhuo Jian was still angry.
But Fu Yanye finally couldn't help but lower his head and smiled, then he grabbed her pajamas and climbed down her pajamas onto her hands, and held her thin wrist again.
"Zhuo Jian, I swear that I would say that to my mother, just because she also needs a reassurance. You should know that my heart is with you."
"Your heart is with me, but isn't it just for doing it?"
“…”
"You are just a lower body thinking animal, before, now."
Zhuo Jian remembered that he wanted to sleep with her when they had made a fuss like that before, and he ignored her feelings so much that she felt so wronged.
"I'm wronged."
Fu Yanye's phoenix eyes were half-squinted, wanting to be angry but he didn't know what to be angry, so he had to defend himself, but there was no expression of being wronged in his eyes.
"You are wronged? When you think about it, you will know if you are wronged. You have eaten me tightly since you were young. Do you think this is interesting?"
Zhuo Jian suddenly let go of his pajamas and pushed him away.
She turned around in dismay and walked inside, her heart was so angry that she was ups and downs.
Fu Yanye pinched his pajamas and looked at her, then walked behind her with his long legs: "I think what's wrong with my woman?"
"You are not wrong. I said you are wrong? I dare not say that Boss Fu, who is the most powerful business world, is wrong."
Zhuo Jian lowered his eyes and looked at the trash can beside him and retorted, as if the trash can was him.
Seeing that her eyes were not very good, Fu Yanye licked his lower lip a little anxiously.
Zhuo Jian couldn't hear his voice, and asked him stubbornly: "What are Boss Fu still standing here? Could it be that he wants to see me take a shower?"
"What if I say I want to?"
What thoughts were revealed in Fu Yanye's deep eyes.
Zhuo Jian turned his head to look at him angrily, but unexpectedly he immediately hit his black eyes, and quickly turned his head again, and his heart was so angry that it was even more violent.
Fu Yanye looked at her angry look and sighed helplessly. This time, either Mr. Fu or boss Fu, he wanted to laugh but didn't dare. He moved his thin lips slightly and asked in her ear:
"Then I'll go to the room honestly, okay? Don't be angry."
“…”
Zhuo Jian's eyelashes were drooping, and he couldn't help but feel a little happy.
The pleasure of winning a fight...
She rarely has it.
It’s not that she always loses quarrels, but that she never finds happiness in this matter.
He wouldn't have allowed her to make such noises before, and he would mostly be able to do something and never talk.
"But you are going by yourself. What should I do if my son can't see you tomorrow morning?"
She tentatively asked him.
"Then, I will tell him that our mistress is the biggest. She wants me to sleep in the guest room and I will go to sleep in the guest room?"
Fu Yanye did not hurry or slow down, and lowered his voice to discuss with her.
Zhuo Jian listened and felt something was wrong.
He just followed her a few words and made her stupid. After reminiscing, he turned his head to look at him: "What did you say? Didn't you go by yourself?"
"Yes, I'm going to go by myself, I just told my son."
“…”
Zhuo Jian listened and calmed down again.
That's good.
"But Isn't I lying to my son like this? Wouldn't my son be sad if he knew the truth?"
Fu Yanye asked softly again.
Zhuo Jian's ears buzzed, staring at him carefully for a while but still couldn't figure out what his words meant.
His dark eyes looked at her, but he was extremely pious.
"After all, a lie with good intentions sometimes backfires. When he grows up, he may even lie to us once lying to him."
"Fu Yanye, you..."
Zhuo Jian wanted to scold him, but he couldn't find any words.
It turned out that he was waiting for her here.
Seeing that she finally reacted, Fu Yanye couldn't help laughing. She turned around and before she could lift her hands, he held her slim waist.
Zhuo Jian struggled to get on his waist, and the warm temperature immediately made her face turn red and white, "Let it go."
"I really go to the room tonight, and I'm very satisfied if you don't run away from home."
Fu Yanye told her in a soft voice.
"Don't think that I'll pretend that I didn't hear anything like that. You Fu Yanye can't do that."
Zhuo Jian looked into his gentle eyes and suddenly his nose felt sore. As he said this, he almost burst into tears.
But what else can I cry about now?
She lowered her eyes and looked at the position of his heart and fell silent.
But Fu Yanye was moved by her stubbornness and could think that he must have been domineering in the past.
In fact, now, he was almost unable to help swallowing her directly.
Why should I bear it?
Anyway, this is my own woman.
How could he be so delicate and soft, so how could he bear to stay at the empty room alone?
But……
"I'll review, I'll go back to the guest room."
Fu Yanye hugged her with one hand and raised her cheek with the other.
I just want her to look at him again.
Zhuo Jian was forced to raise his head and met his gentle and unbearable eyes again.
But she just persisted.
Fu Yanye had no choice but to say goodbye: "Good night, remember to call me if you have anything."
Zhuo Jian told him with his eyes that if you think too much, nothing will happen.
"I'm looking forward to it, for example, my son insists on looking for his father."
Fu Yanye expressed his fantasy.
After all, he really doesn't want to stay alone in the empty room.
Finally there was a way to call her back.
Zhuo Jian looked up at him and asked him with his eyes when he would leave.
Fu Yanye reluctantly retreated, closed the door and lowered his head, and finally could smile.
For some reason, she looked so cute when she was angry.
He couldn't help but raise his hand and rub his heart, and he felt that he could hardly hold on.
If there was no misunderstanding between them, they would probably fall in love, right?
I misunderstood that thing, I really come as soon as I say it.
As Zhuo Jian said, from the beginning, it was a misunderstanding.
Who told him to send her abroad without saying a word?
Whoever asked him to sign a divorce agreement without an explanation.
Divorce Agreement?
Fu Yanye's temple suddenly tightened, and his mind seemed to be an old and broken record, and some fragmented sounds swept over.
When Zhuo Jian came out of the shower, he saw his tall body curled up beside the bed, holding his head tightly with both hands. She couldn't help but walk over: "Fu Yanye."
Hesitating that Chengcheng was on the bed, her voice was very soft.
"Fu Yanye, what's wrong with you?"
Zhuo Jian approached and looked down at him.
He seems to be very uncomfortable?
Zhuo Jian became even more nervous when he thought about whether his brain had any healing injuries.
"Fu Yanye?"
Her voice was even lighter, and her hand gently touched his black hair. Before she could bend down, she was suddenly grabbed by her wrist and turned to her waist.