He was polite but alienated, and after that he walked around her and towards the table.
At this time, the handsome guy from Zhuo Jian and the others turned into a rose and sent it to Zhuo Jian. Zhuo Jian took it and said, "Thank you."
The handsome guy nodded politely, and then he then turned into a second and third flower.
Zhong Mai and Ouyang Ping were also very happy, like little girls sneaking out, looking at the man in admiration and applauding the man.
"go home."
Fu Yanye grabbed the wrist of the woman sitting in the bar chair.
When Zhuo Jian was in a blink of an eye, he saw that it was Fu Yanye and asked in surprise: "Why are you here?"
"go home."
Fu Yanye only said two words.
Zhuo Jian looked at him with deep eyes and unconsciously followed him obediently.
"What's wrong? Fu Yanye?"
Zhuo Jian had to trot to keep up with his two long legs.
Moreover, he held her wrist very tightly.
But Fu Yanye said nothing and just took her away.
until……
"Mr. Fu, Mrs. Fu, please accept my wedding invitation. I sincerely invite you to attend my wedding."
Zhao Ran chased after them again and stopped them, looking extremely sincere.
Zhuo Jian was even more confused about the woman who ran out suddenly. Where did she run out?
Could it be that she still didn't give up on Fu Yanye?
Zhuo Jian felt unhappy, and even looked at her with the dissatisfaction of the little woman.
"What does your wedding have to do with us husband and wife?"
Fu Yanye was angry and questioned.
Zhao Ran: “…”
Zhuo Jian glanced at Fu Yanye, felt relieved, and asked curiously, "Who is the groom?"
"Mu cold winter."
"who?"
"Mu cold winter."
Zhao Ran said it again.
Zhuo Jian: "…"
So bloody?
"I'm pregnant. I'm not here to drink, but to send wedding invitations."
Zhao Ran continued to explain.
"Don't go."
Fu Yanye glanced at Zhuo Jian's expression, suddenly frowned, picked her up from the ground and carried it on her shoulders and took her away.
Zhao Ran turned around and watched the couple leave like that, not polite at all, unconsciously angry and helpless.
After all, they are not ruthless. They have a lot of feelings for their friends and family, but they are just ruthless with her.
Yes, she was just someone who wanted to break them up after all.
Zhao Ran silently lowered her head and walked out. The frustration of not being able to deliver wedding invitations made her extremely devastated.
How did she fall in love with the man who didn't have her eyes?
How did she make herself so far?
That night more than a month ago, she ran out to drink angrily, dissatisfied with the family background of the man introduced to her parents. What about?
Is it an accident or a fate?
After that night, she relied on Mu Handong.
That day suddenly appeared in her mind, she was holding a pregnancy slip in front of Mu Handong, "I'm pregnant? Do you want to marry me?"
Mu Handong frowned and asked her playfully, "Are you sure you want to marry me?"
She is sure that it is better to marry a poor teacher than to marry a poor teacher.
There is nothing wrong with teaching, but the fault is that she cannot live a poor life.
She stood at the door of the bar, raised her eyes uncomfortable, and saw a car, in the open window, a man ambiguously forcing the woman in the back seat...
The car left quickly.
But the people in the car are still in that position, even more ambiguous.
The window was closed, and the golden light in the rear compartment hit the two people lightly and darkly.
"You seem to be very unhappy Mu Handong marry her?"
The man questioned the jealous and provocative voice, with the woman's slender waist in his hand.
"Why are you doing this all of a sudden?"
Zhuo Jian looked at his sour look and really didn't understand.
"You answer me first, are you unhappy Mu Handong marry her?"
"No, what does it have to do with me?"
Zhuo Jian was about to laugh, so he had to endure it so that he would not crush his slender waist.
"It has nothing to do with you? Then why did you look that expression just now?"
Fu Yanye frowned, obviously puzzled.
"What expression? I was just surprised. She was going to marry a handsome young teacher, but suddenly it was Mu Handong. Did you forget Mu Handong? You used to slander him a Hope Primary School."
"Um?"
Fu Yanye was even more confused.
Zhuo Jian gently pushed his shoulder with his small hands, sat up slowly, looked at the angry man in front of him, and explained softly: "We all hate him very much. He is not on the same front as us."
“…”
Fu Yanye continued to express doubts.
"So you were jealous of nothing just now without knowing what you were doing?"
Zhuo Jian said softly, but his eyes were full of curiosity and no cover.
Fu Yanye looked at her with a serious face, subconsciously trying to deny it, but then looked at her holding his braid and said bluntly, "What's wrong with me jealous? You are my wife, and you remember that you are so clear about other men?
”
“…”
Not only was she jealous, but she also planned to bully her indiscriminately.
“Anyway…”
"Give it to you."
Zhuo Jian wanted to avoid the pain of flesh and blood, and sent the roses in his hand to him.
Fu Yanye's brows frowned even more. She was already very angry. She remembered what Mu Handong was. Now she took out this flower again. Suddenly, the scene of the man who turned into this flower to make her happy appeared in front of her again.
When Zhuo Jian saw his disgusted appearance, he suddenly remembered that he had a cleanliness obsession and immediately took it back: "I won't give it to you."
"Give me a rose from another man to give you? Zhuo Jian, can you be more perfunctory?"
"ah?"
"Take it away."
Fu Yanye snatched it and the car window opened again, but it closed again in just a few seconds.
“…”
Zhuo Jian only saw his hand back and then he had nothing left.
The carriage was already dark, and his sour appearance immediately made people feel...
Well, it's a bit cute.
The wind outside was not as tight as before, and it was much smoother, but when she blew in, she still avoided it for a while. It was at this moment that Fu Yanye suddenly grabbed the back of her head.
"Want to hide?"
Fu Yanye asked her in a low voice.
“It’s windy, just now.”
Zhuo Jian responded carefully.
"Yeah?"
Fu Yanye looked at her lips with black eyes.
It doesn't matter whether it's hiding from the wind or hiding from him.
Because he will get what he wants.
Zhuo Jian's eyes turned black, and he couldn't see anything clearly with his eyes raised. Then his long and dense eyelashes hang down, and his thin lips smelled like wine, pressing against her soft lips.
The fruit wine she drank tonight was a bit sweet.
Fu Yanye sucked, unable to help but feel soft, but then he wanted to ask for more and kissed more fiercely.
Zhuo Jian struggled but thought that someone was driving in front of him, so he leaned back quietly.
The originally spacious space suddenly seemed a little cramped. Fu Yanye strongly moved her slim legs to his legs and leaned over, "Zhuo Jian, do you love me?"