Chapter 782 He said let you cry and beg for mercy (Happy New Year, treasures)
"When you are unreasonable, you hug you, kiss you, and make you cry and beg for mercy."
He looked at her, every word was clear and unquestionable.
“…”
Zhuo Jian looked at him in disbelief.
Then, the heartbeats thunder.
How could he do this?
Want her to cry?
He, he...
Isn’t this the Fu Yanye in the past?
I like to make her angry, and then make her surrender, in that most primitive way.
Zhuo Jian wants to back off.
But he held her arms so firm and indestructible.
"Are you scared?"
Fu Yanye looked at her frightened look and asked her softly.
Zhuo Jian came back to his senses and pushed him hard.
But Fu Yanye suddenly lowered his head.
Zhuo Jian: "Fu... um."
He didn't say anything, and he jammed all her angry words back into his mouth.
He held her face, tossed and kissed her lips, and then sucked it little by little.
He felt that he must have loved him in his previous life, otherwise how could he be so obsessed with kissing her lips?
Or, he liked more than just her lips.
Zhuo Jian struggled with both hands and pressed up against his chest.
Why did he kiss him suddenly?
He not only kissed her, but he even took her lips too much and bit her.
"snort."
She groaned in pain, and she didn't dare to push him with both hands, but just held it gently.
Fu Yanye narrowed his narrow phoenix eyes, and looked at her pain, then he slowly relaxed. Seeing that her lips were about to bleeding, he sucked gently.
He thought that he probably loved her very much.
That kind of love is something that he cannot understand or even accept now.
Is that kind of love in fairy tales?
He has it too?
But she is so soft, if it weren't for the fairy tale, how could she have it?
Fu Yanye felt that she was so easy to bully, and he couldn't help but want to change places.
Why are they in the bathroom?
They should be on the spacious big bed upstairs.
He wanted to kiss her well, and...
"pain."
Finally, she hummed a soft word.
Fu Yanye had to stop kissing, hold her face in his hand, and slowly see her clearly, "Where does it hurt?"
"abdomen."
Zhuo Jian continues to be weak.
Fu Yanye saw that her face was flushed and looked at her lower abdomen as she listened to her words, and she still breathed in a little uncontrollable breathing.
"Do you need to go to the hospital?"
He asked, restraining his breathing.
Zhuo Jian forced a muffled groan: "No, but, I need to rest."
After she finished speaking, her face turned red, as if she had been roasted by a stove, which was super hot.
After hearing this, Fu Yanye suddenly understood what was going on. He unconsciously pressed against her forehead and rubbed it gently, laughing, "Do you know what I want now?"
Zhuo Jian didn't know what he wanted, but he knew that he had started thinking in his lower body again.
Now that she is in this situation, of course she is careful and just whispers: "I'm hungry."
"Zhuo Jian, everything I say to you is true, don't ignore it, okay?"
Fu Yanye gently touched her ears and asked her.
"Sometimes, the truth hurts even more."
Zhuo Jianhui.
Fu Yanye left her a little, and looked at her with black eyes, "But I don't want there to be a misunderstanding between us."
Zhuo Jian took his hand on her face. "Can we finish the meal first and then talk?"
Fu Yanye thought that she fainted at that time and when she came back, she only ate a piece of chocolate, so she had to agree, "Okay, let's talk after the son goes to bed after dinner."
“…”
Still talking?
Zhuo Jian looked at him in panic and felt that he would rather not want it.
——
After dinner, the family of three was watching TV on the sofa. Chengcheng happily looked at her dad and then at her mommy. She asked naively: "Mommy, aren't you angry?"
"Um?"
Zhuo Jian didn't understand.
"You said you are angry about daddy and don't let daddy live at home, but now dad is living at home. Isn't that just mommy, don't you be angry?"
“…”
Faced with his son's simple and beautiful thoughts, Zhuo Jian looked at Fu Yanye with one breath.
Fu Yanye also looked at her with his black eyes.
Zhuo Jian felt that he seemed to be looking forward to an answer.
"Who said it? Your dad will go back to the opposite side to sleep after you go to bed."
"Ah? Dad is so pitiful."
Chengcheng looked like he felt very sympathetic to his father.
Fu Yanye frowned, and was about to let the boy know who was the most pitiful when his phone suddenly rang.
It's a strange number.
His cell phone was on the coffee table. When Chengcheng heard the movement, she jumped off the sofa and picked it up first with Zhuo Jian.
"Dad, phone."
Chengcheng said and took it to him, but it also connected and accidentally pressed the hands-free.
"Hey, Mr. Fu? We are drinking in Fanxing now. I wonder if Mr. Fu has time to come together?"
"No time."
Fu Yanye's phoenix eyes were cold.
That end was the voice of a middle-aged woman.
"I heard that Mrs. Fu is pregnant now and can't come out to have fun, otherwise I'll invite you and your wife to come together. We are all watery girls here. Mr. Fu really doesn't think about it? Producer Zhao is here, and he is still there.
If we have it, we will keep it secret from Mrs. Fu.”
“…”
Fu Yanye frowned and looked at the woman next to him.
Zhuo Jian raised his eyebrows, how could he go back to him?
But Chengcheng suddenly made a soft and ignorant voice, "Dad, what is the little girl of water? Is it someone who makes it with water?"
Fu Yanye looked at his son speechlessly.
Zhuo Jian continued to remain silent.
"Maybe my brain is flooded."
Fu Yanye said coldly.
"Ah? Mommy, those people are so pitiful. Should we help them?"
Chengcheng looked at Zhuo Jian again and asked.
Zhuo Jian and Fu Yanye looked at each other, refreshing and unruly, "Then compare with your father, he is a famous philanthropist."
"Dad is not afraid, your mom will be jealous."
Fu Yanye looked at Zhuo Jian and returned to Chengcheng.
And the other end of the phone has been silent for a long time.
I called Boss Fu, but did Boss Fu actually stay at home with his wife and children on such a wonderful night?
I heard that his wife has been pregnant for a long time and has a big belly. Did he feel bored?
Fu Yanye lowered his eyes and looked at his phone. No one was talking. He reminded Chengcheng, "Hang it off, those people have already gone to the hospital for treatment."
"oh!"
Chengcheng agreed obediently and hung up the phone with his little hand.
Only then did the people on the other side dare to take a breath, and the huge living room of Shengyuan was a little interesting at this time.
Zhuo Jian slowly leaned backwards on the sofa, staring at something straight.
Chengcheng held his father's cell phone, "Dad, can those people be cured?"
"Then it depends on the doctor's medical skills. It's getting late. I'll take you to take a shower and go to bed."
"Oh, but I want to play for a while."
"Let's play tomorrow."
Fu Yanye took the phone out of his hand and put it on the sofa and picked him up and took him away.
——
When Fu Yanye came down from the building again, Zhuo Jian was still sitting on the sofa.
He walked up with his long legs and looked down at her, "Go back to the room?"
Zhuo Jian looked up at him, "Don't you go with Shui Lingling's little girl?"
Fu Yanye gently stroked her gentle chin with his hands, looked at her with black eyes, and said softly: "I don't have time."