Fu Yanye couldn't answer, there were gentle stars in her eyes, which touched his heart, which seemed to be half-ice in thousands of years.
"Can you agree?"
Zhuo Jian couldn't find the answer in his eyes, so he could only ask again.
"Do I want to take care of myself?"
Fu Yanye asked with a smile.
"Of course not."
Zhuo Jian's heart trembled, but he still refused with pleasure.
"Since it's not, why ask me?"
Fu Yanye asked directly.
Sometimes some words are blurted out and are uncontrollable.
"Then don't hug me."
Zhuo Jian was angry when he made a gesture.
"What's the problem with me holding my wife?"
Fu Yanye asked again.
"Of course there is a problem, you forgot your wife, and now to each other, we are all strangers."
"stranger?"
Fu Yanye frowned.
"Um."
"Strangers won't be like us."
He was not happy with the stranger's words, but he still hugged her and walked in.
It's a bathroom.
He put her down and "wash your hands first."
Zhuo Jian looked at him angrily and stood sideways and ignored him.
Soon, she heard the sound of water running after the faucet was turned on.
Yes, anyone may forget to wash their hands when they eat, but Fu Yanye will not.
Zhuo Jian couldn't help but look into the washbasin, and he washed it very seriously.
Fu Yanye started his work carelessly, and looked at her coldly in a blink of an eye, "Wash your hands first, have a meal."
“…”
Zhuo Jian was so angry that he was so angry that he didn't know why, but he turned around and turned on another faucet next to him and washed his hands.
She was just very angry. For a moment, she thought she could make him agree to her.
Why!
Still want to be simple.
Fu Yanye pulled out a piece of paper and wiped his hands, but as usual, he slowly wiped every finger clean.
Zhuo Jian also wiped his hands after washing his hands.
It's a habit.
After years of togetherness, he will wipe his fingers clean one by one like him. Even if he is angry, he will not let go of a drop of water.
Fu Yanye looked at her movements and felt a different kind of emotion in her black eyes.
Zhuo Jian didn't find anything wrong, he just wanted to go out in anger.
Failed to make him agree to his request, he failed.
Just now, he looked very easy to talk.
What about her?
Relying on his easy-to-talk, make a request?
I thought I could be favored but I was rejected, right?
Zhuo Jian's face became more and more indulgent, but when he was about to leave, he was stopped just one step.
He had long arms and easily stopped her.
Zhuo Jian lowered his eyes and looked at his arm blocking her chest, and asked in a stiff voice: "What are you doing?"
"Are you angry?"
Fu Yanye looked at her with dark eyes and asked patiently.
Zhuo Jian looked at the wall in a blink of an eye, "I dare not be angry with Mr. Fu."
"I can't agree? Don't be angry."
He coaxed softly.
A warm current passed by Zhuo Jian's heart. He looked up at him, but he was still angry.
Why didn't you agree from the beginning?
Fu Yanye gently held her shoulders with his hand, and used a little force to bring it to him.
Zhuo Jian didn't expect that he would slowly exert force, and he couldn't stand steadily, so he had to fall to one side.
Fu Yanye simply held her plump waist and took her into his arms with clever efforts.
Zhuo Jian folded his arms against his chest, and looked at him with a grudge with a smile on his face, "What are you doing?"
“There are many things I want to do.”
He looked down at her, with a gentle tone, but it made people nervous.
Zhuo Jian looked at him with a breath, not knowing how to continue the topic.
Fu Yanye looked at her long and tight eyelashes, and then went down, his gentle nose and soft lips all made him want to touch and kiss.
But as she said, they are not familiar enough with each other.
Fu Yanye remembered the last time he kissed her and the time he was sick. He wanted to taste more, but would she be unhappy?
I don’t know how long it took, but Zhuo Jian felt that his vision was getting much darker, the temperature in his chest in his hand became hotter and stronger, and his heartbeat became stronger and stronger.
She was suddenly confused.
Until his facial features magnified in front of her eyes, she suddenly came to her senses and leaned back against his chest to keep a distance: "What are you doing?"
Fu Yanye stopped, there was some disappointment, but he could only restrain himself, "I want to kiss you."
"Kiss me?"
Zhuo Jian is even further away.
But her hands were pushing his chest, as if he was stroking and teasing, and he was already itchy.
"yes."
He admitted it openly.
"no."
She looked at him several times, and she wanted to agree, and she even wanted to kiss him immediately to let him know the beauty of kissing.
But in the end, reason still prevailed.
Fu Yanye was defeated again. She was weak and her blood sugar was unstable. He didn't dare to stimulate her anymore, but he still couldn't help asking her, "At least give me the opportunity to take care of you, let me do my best as a husband.
Father’s obligation.”
When Zhuo Jian heard this, he glanced at him straight.
Did he tolerate her because she was her husband or her father?
Yes, he forgot, and he had just met her again for a few days. What kind of relationship could he have?
It can only be an obligation.
Zhuo Jian felt unconsciously lost, and his eyes gradually lowered.
"The doctor also said that you can't leave anyone around you."
Fu Yanye looked at her, his eyes unconsciously pampered and tolerant.
"You can ask Yuan Man to accompany me, anyway, you will fulfill your obligation to pay."
"Is money equal to me to you?"
Fu Yanye looked at her and asked seriously.
Zhuo Jian looked at him again, but in the end he could only turn his head again: "It's almost the same."
"They all said you love me."
Fu Yanye looked at her and suddenly said confidently.
Zhuo Jian's heart trembled, and then he looked up at him.
Unconscious breathing becomes weak.
They all said she loved him.
He himself can't feel it, he can only rely on others to say it.
"If someone says that the child in my belly is someone else's, you think it's not yours. If someone says I have an affair with someone else, you will beat someone to the point of a bruised face. If someone says I love you, you think I love you
?”
Zhuo Jian lowered his head, and after saying that, he became even more distraught.
“…”
Fu Yanye's thin lips moved slightly, but in the end he couldn't speak.
"Don't you feel like you?"
Zhuo Jian saw him silent, and asked him with a silence, his voice was low and hoarse.
"have."
Fu Yan returns at night.
"What?"
The two of them looked at each other, she was disappointed and angry, and he was rational and cold.
"I want to get close to you."
“…”
Zhuo Jian suddenly stopped.
"I want to share a bed with you, or even have a relationship."
Yes, he said what he was thinking.
Zhuo looked at him straight and couldn't speak.
Why did you have sex with your bed and have sex?
She asked about her feelings.
"This is how I feel about you. The more I see you, the more I want to get close to you, the more I want to take care of you, and even argue with you, when you are unreasonable..."
Fu Yanye looked at her with dark eyes and suddenly stopped.