Today she didn't even wear a small vest, which was a very sexy black lace bra.
Zhuo Jian raised his hand in panic and fiddled with his hair.
The hair used to be long and could be blocked.
But now...
She turned her back awkwardly, opened the cabinet and found a piece of clothing and put it on her body.
Fu Yanye looked at her with his head down, probably very shy, but he had already approached quietly.
I don’t know if it was too late at night, so people’s sense of smell became much more sensitive, and he actually smelled the fragrance on her body.
"Zhuo Jian."
"Um?"
Her voice was a little hoarse.
And he could hear it.
She looked down at the ointment in her hand, "Give me your hand."
"Um?"
Zhuo Jian turned around to look at him in confusion, and looked at him with a look as if he was burned. He lowered his head and saw a tube of ointment in his hand. Then he felt that he was so anxious just now. It turned out that he just wanted to
Just give her medicine.
"Let me put it there, I'll go and take a shower and wipe it myself."
"Your hands can't touch the water."
“I have disposable gloves.”
Zhuo Jian thought about it and immediately gave him a possible answer.
Fu Yanye looked at her for a few seconds, smiled, nodded and said, "You go and wash."
Zhuo Jian: "…"
Ask him with your eyes, what about you?
"I'm waiting for you to finish the shower here. What if my daughter wakes up while you are taking a shower?"
Fu Yanye's explanation of good temper.
Zhuo Jian thought about it and felt it was right, so he listened to him taking his pajamas to take a shower.
Fu Yanye chuckled helplessly, then turned to look at his daughter on the bed.
Well, it's great to have a daughter.
He walked over, sat next to him and looked at his daughter, and lay next to him.
The room was quiet, and the child's breathing was a little heavy. At first, he was a little worried about whether he was sick. The doctor said he was relieved only after he said it was okay. Now he is very accustomed to this sound.
But she is already half a year old.
Fu Yanye held her behind her ear and looked at her for a long time. The more she looked at her, the more she looked like Zhuo Jian, and like him.
It is indeed a combination of them, which brings together all the advantages of them.
The more Fu Yanye looked at it, the warmer he felt.
It took half an hour for the person in the bathroom to come out again. He heard the sound lying on the pillow and lowered his eyes.
Zhuo Jian saw him lying on the bed and didn't move, and wanted to call him, but he felt that he shouldn't have disturbed him, so he quietly walked over.
Has he slept?
Zhuo Jian frowned and said he would leave when she came out.
Zhuo Jian bent over to see him again, but couldn't see clearly, so he got closer.
Fu Yanye suddenly turned around, and when she was about to see his eyes, he suddenly opened his eyes.
Zhuo Jian was startled and almost fell down.
Fu Yanye grabbed her waist and arm and pressed her firmly on her body: "Be careful?"
My daughter was sleeping, so his voice was low.
Zhuo Jian was also in a state of fear. It would be bad if he accidentally turned to his daughter and hurt her.
But she fell steadily on him, feeling his temperature, his breathing, and his gaze. Zhuo Jian lowered his head shamefully, wanted to get up, and supported his hand on one side, but accidentally hit a scald.
The place where she hit him in pain and hummed. She wanted to look at her hand, but found herself on the side of his face.
With just a little movement, it rubbed against his skin.
this……
"I'm not..."
"Shh."
His fingers were gently pressed against her lips, not letting her explain.
Zhuo Jian remembered his daughter and shut up.
But in this way, suddenly, the surroundings became ambiguous.
The two of them looked at each other, and Zhuo Jian felt that the chest he was pressing was hot and hard, and his feet were already off the ground if he wanted to get up.
Anyway, why is the posture wrong?
Fu Yanye raised his hand and pinched her chin when she lowered her eyes, so that she could see it better.
"I've been waiting for you these two days."
Fu Yanye suddenly said.
Zhuo Jian looked at him in confusion: "Wait for me?"
"I thought you would call me at least once to ask that Mr. Wu send you the report."
He said.
Zhuo Jian remembered her feelings after receiving the report, so how could she dare to call him?
If he gets angry with the thunder, he will kill her in minutes.
Looking at him so gentle, did you feel relieved in your heart?
It seems that it is not as nervous as before.
"I thought you would call me."
Zhuo Jian murmured, not daring to tell the truth.
"Really? If I call you, will you definitely answer?"
Fu Yanye looked at her, not sure.
"As long as it is a serious matter, I will definitely take it."
Of course, she also remembered when she didn't answer his phone.
But at that time she was always angry with him.
Fu Yanye felt soft after hearing this, and the gentle touch in his hand made him unable to control his desire to kiss him.
Zhuo Jian looked at him with a little eyes, and he was almost killed.
"Zhuo Jian."
"Um?"
"I must have owe you in my previous life."
Fu Yanye said.
“…”
"Isn't it?"
Seeing that she disagreed, Fu Yanye asked her.
"Of course not, probably I owe you in my previous life."
"You owe me? But the one we both feel uncomfortable now seems to be me?"
“…”
Fu Yanye smiled bitterly, and his thumb couldn't help but stroke her lips.
Zhuo Jian's lips were flexed in a conditioned reflex, and his fingertips became a little wet. After that, he had no reason to bear it, pressed the back of her head and blocked her warm lips.
Zhuo Jian felt him kissing her lips silly, and then sucked it.
It seems that he rarely kisses his lips, and they are all sucking.
Zhuo Jian didn't come back to his senses for a long time. It was not until the tip of his tongue wanted to break in that she suddenly woke up and pushed him with both hands.
The scalded hand still hurts after a slight squeezing, but at that time Fu Yanye no longer cared about her, but instead hugged her tighter, as if he wanted to vent all his dissatisfaction with this kiss.
Zhuo Jian couldn't resist and was even picked up by him.
He suddenly sat up, hugged her and stood up again.
There was only one wall light in the room, and it was dark in the distance, so he carried her to the darkest place.
Zhuo Jian tried hard to push his shoulder without pushing him away. He kissed her ears and said in a hoarse voice: "Don't make a profit."
He carried her to the sofa and lay there with her, continuing the short-lived kiss just now.
Zhuo Jian hummed twice sadly, and his hands were still pushing him randomly. Fu Yanye suddenly held her wrists and sent it to her head.
Looking down at her condescendingly on the sofa was an order, "I have the right to kiss my wife."
Zhuo Jian didn't understand, why did he suddenly, again?
"Fu Yanye."
"Don't wake up my daughter."
Fu Yanye reminded her and continued to kiss.
Zhuo Jian was so angry that when he thought she was no longer struggling to let go of her hand and kiss her neck and strip her clothes...