The elevator door slowly opened, and Fu Yanye's kiss gradually slowed down.
Zhuo Jian was dizzy, and Fu Yanye sucked her lips, as if comforting her.
After a long time, he stopped reluctantly, slowly lifted his black eyes and looked at her deeply: "Zhuo Jian?"
"Um?"
Zhuo Jian squirted and looked at him.
Her blushing was important, her heart beat fast, and her voice was hoarse, so that Fu Yanye smiled knowingly as he looked at it.
Zhuo Jian's face suddenly became a fever.
"Go."
Fu Yanye held her hand and walked out.
Zhuo Jian pursed his lips, followed him with his eyes, looked at the back of his head, then raised his hand and gently wiped around his mouth.
After entering the door, Fu Yanye looked at her wrist watch, and it was only less than five o'clock, and asked her: "Now Eme?"
“A little bit?”
Zhuo Jian couldn't imagine what was wrong with him, and he thought something was wrong with him.
Fu Yanye nodded, took her to the sofa and sat down, and gave her the remote control, "Watch a show, I'll go cook."
"We haven't been here for a long time, there is no ingredients at all."
"some."
Fu Yanye said, then took off his coat and placed it on one side, then went to the kitchen.
Zhuo Jian: "…"
Later, I learned from Yuan Man that because he knew that he would come to Shengyuan in the afternoon, he found someone to buy ingredients very early.
Well, he had long thought of spending the night here.
After dinner, the two of them were watching a movie about a foreign childhood sweetheart on the sofa. Fu Yanye's hand was gently placed behind her, and his slender fingers were circling around the end of her hair.
Zhuo Jian felt that the atmosphere was not right.
But there was no rush to move.
Until he suddenly touched her shoulder and his forehead rested on the other side of her shoulder.
Zhuo Jian then lowered his eyes and turned to look at him: "Fu Yanye, what are you doing?"
"fine."
He spoke in a low voice and then kept leaning against her.
Zhuo Jian's mind saw the sweet time they had last time hanging on the sofa like this.
But that time was really too fast.
They were together the night before, and she was still like a little girl in love, but soon after, he became the one who distrustds her.
Zhuo Jian thought of that night, suddenly fell to the side and avoided his support.
Fu Yanye raised his eyes, frowned, and asked her in a low voice: "What's wrong?"
"I'm afraid that happiness will lead to sorrow."
She let out a soft voice, but her eyes were filled with thorns, or her concern for the past.
"Why do you think so?"
Fu Yanye saw through the alert in her eyes, but his hands had no intention of letting go of her.
"I will be in production in a few days, and I will start working soon after the production is finished."
"What does this have to do with the extreme joy of joy and sorrow?"
Fu Yanye's eyebrows frowned, and his eyes became sharper when he looked at her.
“My colleagues have two types.”
“…”
Fu Yanye didn't want to listen anymore.
No matter how tactful she made it, he still had to understand.
Because of Liu Yuntian’s incident.
"Zhuo Jian, you owe me a reassurance."
"Why do I owe you? Didn't you owe me?"
Zhuo Jian's eyes were gentle and gentle, with a layer of persistence, and he was not timid at all.
Fu Yanye finally had a smile in his dark eyes, "What do I owe you? I said, if the incident that night was a misunderstanding, I apologize."
"I'm tired."
This is obviously not the answer Zhuo Jian wants.
She stood up, her shoulders out of his control.
Fu Yanye was sitting on the sofa in that position. Seeing that she was really leaving, she lowered her eyes angrily and looked in front of her. Suddenly, she was cold and tough, "Zhuo Jian, you are not afraid that we will really do what you want.
That's the case?"
Zhuo Jian stopped and turned his head to look at him.
What she wants?
She looked at his cold appearance and felt a deep heart, but then she took another breath and turned around and left calmly.
The threat he is the best thing he can do.
When she was a child, she would be afraid, cry, and feel inferior. She was always afraid that she would not be good enough and would make him really not see her again.
But what about now?
They have been a couple for so long and so many things have happened, what else can she be afraid of?
She has long been no longer afraid.
Otherwise, I wouldn't have hid on the island anytime soon.
She went upstairs, took a shower and blew her hair.
But when I looked up, I saw my hair in the mirror and touched my hands and ended my hair again and again.
Has your hair grown a little longer?
Has your hair grown too fast recently?
I suddenly thought of what he had just said. For some reason, I suddenly bent down and opened the drawer under the sink.
There were small scissors inside before, which she used to cut the mask.
but……
"What are you looking for?"
As soon as she got the scissors, she heard the door being opened and a familiar voice came in.
She turned her head and saw his cold face.
She stood up with the sink, and looked meaningless and lit up the scissors in her hands: "The hair is a little longer."
Fu Yanye looked at the scissors in her hand and suddenly smiled: "You want to cut your hair?"
After hearing this, Zhuo Jian thought about it, then nodded: "Yes."
Her soft voice was a little ignorant.
Fu Yanye lowered his head, pondered for a moment, and then suddenly approached.
Zhuo Jian subconsciously retreated.
"You dare to cut it for me."
Fu Yanye held the wrist of her hand holding the scissors, and looked at her even more angry and unable to resist.
"Do you still want to threaten me if I cut my hair?"
"You try."
"Then you let go."
“…”
Fu Yanye looked at her and let go?
He felt a breath of breath in his heart and his eyebrows were frowned.
What would she do if he let go?
Yes, she would leave him, so naturally she wouldn't care about his threats to not cut her hair.
This woman with a gentle and gentle appearance is stubborn.
Moreover, most people don’t even have the trap of provoking, but she likes to use tricks.
But the person who designed this plan did not really ask her to use the trick and send it to the tiger's mouth.
“Let go.”
Zhuo Jian's soft, persistent voice reminds him.
"No cuts are allowed."
He suddenly said.
With a little deflated.
Zhuo Jian looked at his eyes for some reason, but he still looked at him angrily, "Why should I obey your orders?"
"I am your husband."
"We are equal."
She has her own right to speak and her own right to act.
"equality?"
Fu Yanye found it funny.
If they were equal, he would be so uncomfortable.
He was about to bully him to death, but he still felt wronged?
Looking at her red eyes stimulating by tears, he simply snatched the scissors from her hand and threw them into the trash can.
"Fu Yanye, you..."
"What am I?"
Fu Yanye turned his head and looked at her, holding her hands and lifted them up.
"You, you bully..."
The four words "Bullying" are too much, and all the sounds are blocked by the thin two lips.
"A single hair fork belongs to mine, do you know?"
Fu Yanye had enough kisses, stopped, and his black eyes looked at her domineering declaration.
Zhuo Jianhan looked at him with resentment, but he couldn't hum a sound at this moment.
He just like this, and he would threaten him whenever he talked.
Zhuo Jian struggled angrily for a few moments. Fu Yanye let go of her, but he picked her up from the ground in one second.
"ah."
Zhuo Jian was so scared that he hugged his neck tightly with his hands.
Fu Yanye even looked at the face of the woman he was holding: "What are you shouting?"