In her room, Mr. Fu had already taken a shower and lay next to his daughter in the pajamas that Wang Rui brought him.
When she was asleep, her lips were still moving. Did she dream of eating?
Or are you hungry again?
His hand gently touched under her lips, and then he got up again.
Zhuo Jian saw that scene when he returned to his room.
Fu Yanye is feeding her daughter milk powder.
Zhuo Jian: "…"
And he is wearing pajamas?
Zhuo Jian suddenly frowned after seeing it clearly. Where did her men's pajamas come from here?
And he looks like that now...
A very good dad?
Alas, it must be an illusion.
Zhuo Jian looked at it for a while until he finished feeding her half a bottle, put the bottle on one side, then hugged her daughter and moved it gently.
The lips stopped moving around now, but the breathing was a little heavy.
Fu Yan couldn't help laughing in his night stand.
Zhuo Jian felt that this glance was really unlimitedly doting.
Fu Yanye looked at her in a blink of an eye, but didn't say anything, but just got up to find her.
Zhuo Jian stood at the door and looked at him: "Who asked you to take a shower with me?"
"Wang Rui sent his pajamas over, and I was tired, so I washed it."
“…”
This is an excuse.
Will Wang Rui send his pajamas for no reason?
It must have been sent by him to someone else.
Zhuo Jian looked at him for a while, thought for a while, and said, "If you are really tired, just sleep here for one night. You can go and sleep with your daughter."
Fu Yanye looked at her, "I'm not here to accompany my daughter."
This time, he was particularly solemn.
“…”
Zhuo Jian looked into his eyes and felt even more restless.
Finally, the truth is coming.
"I refuse."
Her eyes were arrogant and stubborn.
"Did you refuse?"
Fu Yanye put one hand on her slender waist.
She really recovered very quickly, and her waist is much thinner than when they recognized each other.
"Of course I can't, but are you sure you want to be strong?"
Zhuo Jian raised his head and met his dark black eyes, she wanted to give it a try.
Fu Yanye stared at her and suddenly smiled, "I'm sleeping with my own wife, why aren't you sure?"
Just say such messy words.
Zhuo Jian felt that he was becoming more and more similar to him before, but he was not as restrained and serious as he was now.
After thinking about it at that time, even though she was still asking her seriously, she had to do it in the morning.
Yes, after this reunion, he was always very restrained and respectful because he was not sure about her. Even when she was five or six months old, the two seemed to be in love, and he couldn't help but feel happy.
It's right.
Zhuo Jian thinks they are different after all.
She sighed, raised her hand and gently covered his heart, murmured thoughtfully: "Fu Yanye."
"Um?"
Fu Yanye looked at her hand in her heart and looked at her again.
The air pressure between the two people is very low.
It is better to say that it is dangerous than to say that it is ambiguous.
At this time, there was a precarious barrier in the dim living room.
She looked up at him, calmly and bravely.
"Since you are willing to buy drunk and give me the opportunity to lie to you to sign a divorce agreement, you have known my plan and cooperated with me. You are planning to fulfill my wish, right?"
She asked him softly.
Fu Yanye didn't say anything, but felt that the place where his heart was covered by her was very hot.
"Since that's the case, why not be more generous?"
Zhuo Jian looked at his chest and gently stroked his hands there.
"Why be more generous?"
He also wanted to cooperate with her without hesitation.
"Get together and part with me, be generous to me, let me think of you after the divorce, and recall this marriage and still have nostalgia."
Zhuo Jian looked at him, and every word came from the heart, like.
"Also nostalgia?"
Fu Yanye's mouth was a little slim.
If she still had nostalgia, she wouldn't have been like this.
At this time, she stroked his heart, and just used this ambiguity to make him unconscious.
But she underestimated his concentration too much.
He is more rational now than ever.
He just wanted to be unconscious in her, not really unconscious.
He hooked her waist and used a little force, "Which part do you still have nostalgia for?"
He was very interested in this matter.
Zhuo Jian looked at him with his eyes, and suddenly he was a little confused.
She is putting a trap on him very seriously.
"For example, you just cared about my cold hands."
Her eyes moved quickly, remembering his little bit of gentle care just now.
"Oh? And what about?"
He wrapped his hands around his chest, spreading them flattened on his chest, preventing her from touching her anymore.
"And you love your daughter very much."
Zhuo Jian lowered his eyes and stopped looking at him.
"Is there anything else?"
Fu Yanye was bored with these things.
"What else?"
Zhuo Jian's beautiful eyebrows frowned slightly.
"For example, in bed."
“…”
What Zhuo Jian didn't expect was that she originally wanted to take him away, but was led by him.
Her clear eyes looked up at him, and she couldn't speak for a long time.
Those so-called bed affairs are really unforgettable.
"some."
"But I don't."
"At once……"
Let those become the past.
Before she could finish her words, her mouth was suddenly blocked.
He doesn't want to listen anymore.
He just wanted to kiss her.
"Fu Yanye."
Her vague voice.
This time he no longer satisfied the sweetness between his lips and teeth, and quickly kissed her on her neck.
Then her toes left the ground and the person was picked up.
Zhuo Jian opened his eyes nervously, and his legs had already been placed on his strong waist. She looked at him in thrillingly: "Fu Yanye, I will hate you like this."
"Hate it."
Fu Yanye continued to kiss her, becoming more powerful.
Soon, he put her on the sofa and pressed her on himself.
He was condescending, as if he was determined to taste his prey.
Even if the prey is poisonous.
Zhuo Jian lay there and looked at him as if he was no longer patient.
"Fu Yanye, calm down, you are not like this."
She tried to save it.
Rescue his restraint and calmness.
"uh-huh."
Fu Yanye put a smile in his phoenix eyes and gave it to her, and his slender and gentle fingers pushed her wide T-shirt upwards.
Zhuo Jian held his wrist: "You can't do this."
"I can."
He took her wrist in turn and then wrapped her T-shirt around her wrist.
"Be good, you will be free after tonight, huh?"
When Fu Yanye kissed her again, she avoided her, and her voice was full of danger.
free?
Zhuo Jian suddenly stopped resisting, but just lay there dullly, feeling his lips sucking her skin.
Yes, I will be free after tonight.
Isn't it just doing it?
They haven't done it.
He was nothing more than this amnesia-lossed self who had no memory of being united with her and was unwilling to accept it. He was satisfied with it.
But even though I had figured it out, a very fresh thorn still grew in my heart. The thorn became harder and stronger, and it penetrated her heart.