Zhuo Jian also looked at him with protest in his eyes.
She didn't drink, but they didn't live in the same place.
She had no obligation to send him.
"You're still looking for someone..."
“Get on the bus.”
Fu Yanye grabbed her hand and sent her directly into the driver's seat.
Everyone was watching at the door.
He tied her up with a seat belt.
Zhuo Jian looked at him with his eyes, wondering if he had drunk or not. He buckled his seat belt twice before buckled it, and then looked up at her again.
He suddenly laughed and said, "I seem to be drunk."
Zhuo Jian was a little thorny by his eyes and didn't say anything for a moment.
Fu Yanye later got into the passenger seat, closed the car door, and tied up his seat belt.
Zhuo Jian drove away.
He sighed in the seat, then unbuttoned the two buttons on his shirt with his slender fingers.
Zhuo Jian saw his movements from the rearview mirror, but he didn't understand.
At the same time, he turned his head to look at him with caution: "What are you doing?"
“A little hot.”
He looked very painful.
Zhuo Jian: "…"
His Adam's apple went down and it was red.
Zhuo Jian suddenly had a bad guess, and then he grabbed the steering wheel with his nervous hands firmly.
"Fu Yanye, I'll take you to the hospital."
"Um?"
His voice was hoarse and he turned to look at her.
Zhuo Jian didn't say it the second time, she just drove the car to the hospital.
Fu Yanye looked at her for a long time, suddenly raised his hand, touched her hair, and then touched her ears.
Zhuo Jian just thought it was scary, what the hell?
They are all going to divorce, so she doesn't want it.
At this moment, a WeChat message suddenly appeared on the phone.
Her password did not change, and Fu Yanye opened it for her to show it to her.
Then both of them saw the one sent by Zhong Mai.
"By the way, you have been giving birth for half a year, so you can have a timely fun with Mr. Fu."
“…”
Zhuo Jian was speechless and was about to burst into tears by her sister Zhong Mai.
What message is sent at this time?
After reading the message, Fu Yanye looked up at her again: "Or?"
"She was having fun."
"I just want to ask you, do you need to have a fun time?"
“…”
"I can accompany you."
To be honest, he feels a loss for divorce like this.
He never had any memory of that.
"Shut up, you."
Zhuo Jian didn't want to pay attention to him anymore. He was already ashamed to be blushed and his neck was thick, and he just wanted to go to the hospital as soon as possible.
After arriving at the hospital, she finally relaxed, but as soon as she unbuttoned her seat belt, her eyes suddenly became dark.
Fu Yanye pressed over and pressed her into the seat.
In the cramped space, he breathed between her nose and lips with alcohol, and asked her in a hoarse voice: "Give me some memories of this, don't let me get kicked out if I have nothing, okay?"
"Can you be serious?"
Zhuo Jian couldn't stand him and started to estrus again.
"Am I not serious? Huh?"
His forehead gently pressed against hers, and then his nose rubbed gently, his voice dull.
"I know you didn't drink too much, don't do this."
Zhuo Jian pushed his chest with both hands.
She has seen a lot of alcohol in his capacity. He only has five drinks tonight. What do you think of pretending to be drunk now?
"There is a saying that if you don't drink, you will get drunk. Zhuo Jian, I think I'm really drunk to you."
Fu Yanye murmured, his dark eyelashes drooping, and he went down little by little from her warm lips. He saw her long neck, then leaned forward and kissed her gently, and then sucked her hard.
.
"Um."
Zhuo Jian took a deep breath in pain, and held his neck up for a long time and dared not move again.
Until he himself was willing to stop and let go.
He looked at her biting her lips, and his face was so angry that it looked white and red. He smiled helplessly and murmured against her neck: "Divorce is not my intention, it is you who got me drunk."
A heat wave broke out in Zhuo Jian's heart.
Soon, the heat wave faded away, but a layer of boiling water droplets left on her heart membrane.
Did she get him drunk?
She had already planned it, but wasn't he?
That night, he himself refused everyone.
"What should you give up? Am I so bad?"
He murmured, and soon looked up at her.
The lights in the car were dim, but his pitiful eyes were still as bright as stars.
And Zhuo Jian could no longer hold him in his gentle eyes.
"I can at least warm your bed. You love your legs, how can you survive alone in winter?"
“…”
Zhuo Jian felt that this person was simply amazing.
"Zhuo Jian, can you stop dumping me?"
He murmured, his eyes full of pity when he looked at her.
Zhuo Jian is going crazy. What's going on with him suddenly?
Zhuo Jian's phone rang, and she reached out to touch it. She finally found it, but when she got it, she saw a string of numbers.
Fu Yanye immediately threw her cell phone behind, then held her wrists and placed them on top of her head: "Didn't you block him?"
“…”
"Who told you to pull him back from the blacklist again?"
Fu Yanye questioned, and while Zhuo Jian questioned him, he lowered his head and kissed her lips.
He said: "I don't allow you to contact him."
This is Liu Yuntian's number, but this is the new number that Liu Yuntian changed. Zhuo Jian remembered it, but obviously Fu Yanye also knew it.
Zhuo Jian struggled but even hurt his mouth.
Fu Yanye looked at her angrily, "Block him."
"Fu Yanye, you're simply... don't look for me again after seven o'clock in the evening."
Especially after meals.
He likes to drink two drinks, and he likes to do whatever he wants after drinking.
That little bit of wine was not enough for him to get drunk, but he was really drunk as he was making trouble, making her unable to resist.
"Tell me the reason."
Fu Yanye was puzzled, but he couldn't help but kiss her again.
Well, what he wants now is not just kissing her mouth, thinking, looking down at her career line.
When Zhuo Jian found out, he wanted to slap him directly, but she was trapped and unable to move.
"Why can't you find you after seven o'clock?"
Fu Yanye asked again, and when she turned her head angrily and ignored him, she sucked her and exposed her to make it easier for him to kiss her.
Zhuo Jian: "…"
Why else?
This is the reason.
"Zhuo Jian, do you want to be like Mr. Zhong said? I want to try my lastingness in that aspect, and my husband hasn't handed homework to his wife for a long time, right?"
"Fu Yanye, you..."
"I want to give you a satisfactory answer."
Maybe you don't want to get a divorce at that time.
Zhuo Jian was made by his words, his face turned red and he was speechless.
Neuropathy, neuropathy, he is simply a neuropath now.
"and……"
He murmured in her ear, but before he could finish his words, the cell phone in his pants pocket also rang.
He was unhappy, and his eyes suddenly became cold and fierce. But when he thought about it, he continued to hold Zhuo Jian's wrist in one hand and touched the phone and got it in front of her.
"It's Liang Yu."
He looked down and suddenly smiled sly.
When Zhuo Jian heard Liang Yu, he struggled with conditioned reflexes. Fu Yanye immediately looked at her: "I don't care if I get something out of the way and I'm hearing."
In the narrow carriage, his low voice suddenly felt full of force.
Zhuo Jian has indeed settled down.
Fu Yanye suddenly became obedient when he saw her, and couldn't help but look at her again before answering the phone, "What's the point of giving me Miss Liang so late?"