Chapter 120 In exchange for saving you, you are not allowed to leave tonight
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Zhuo Jian realized what he saw and what he was doing when he returned to the private room to find Mr. Zhao, but he still couldn't help feeling ashamed: "Fu Yanye, stop looking."
"Who allowed you to get hurt?"
He lay down behind her and asked in her ear.
Zhuo Jian was in a state of confusion. She was already bad enough, but he still bullied her?
"Where else are you injured? Did you say it yourself, or should I just take it off?"
Fu Yanye didn't wait for her answer before continuing to ask.
"I said, I said!"
When Zhuo Jian heard that he still wanted to take off his clothes, he quickly called him.
Fu Yanye finally got up from her, but his expression was still cold.
Zhuo Jian endured the pain and sat up, spreading his palms: "The most serious thing here is bleeding!"
Fu Yanye looked at the blood in her palm, pinched her injured side with his cold fingers, and then applied force unconsciously.
Zhuo Jian endured the pain and looked up at him: "I owe you another favor."
Owe a favor?
Fu Yanye raised his eyes and looked at her, becoming more and more angry.
Zhuo Jianjian added: "But if you keep pinching me like this, my hands will become useless and I won't be able to cook for you."
"Do I need you to cook?"
Fu Yanye asked, but his grip on her hand was gentle.
"Then why did you ask me to cook for you?"
The feeling of being out of danger actually made her very relaxed at this moment, and she couldn't help but argue with him.
"That's not because...you think about it yourself."
As Fu Yanye said this, he stood up and left after hearing the door ring.
Zhuo Jian looked up at his tall back walking out, but she couldn't help but feel relaxed. If he hadn't arrived in time, would she have been beaten to pieces by Lin Jiaoyang?
I didn't expect Lin Chaoyang to show his fox tail so quickly, and even went to find Mr. Zhao. What kind of wishful thinking did he have?
Zhuo Jian never wanted to think of an elder with dirty thoughts, but how could she forget that that person was no longer an elder.
He appeared to her as an adult, wealthy man.
In order to get her divorce from Fu Yanye and for his daughter to marry into the Fu family, he came to seduce her. When he failed to seduce her, he became violent.
Think about it, this is what happened.
A female doctor, about forty years old, came and examined her wound and wound, and asked her, "Does it hurt?"
"Can bear it!"
Zhuo Jian said softly.
The female doctor smiled and opened the medicine bottle to disinfect her.
The corner of Zhuo Jian's mouth was a little cracked, and the female doctor pressed it slightly with a cotton swab. She didn't complain of pain but couldn't help biting her lip.
"If you are sure there are no other injuries, you can go back first and I will do the rest."
Fu Yanye suddenly stepped forward.
Zhuo Jian looked up at him.
Fu Yanye also looked at her coldly, and then his dark eyes looked at the potion bottle next to him.
Zhuo Jian didn't want him to come because she thought he would wait for an opportunity to retaliate.
She didn't know exactly what the revenge was.
Why would he save her? Is it because of the friendship between childhood sweethearts? Or is it because she is still his wife?
"Okay, it's nothing serious, but the place where you fell may be swollen and painful in the next few days. Don't be too nervous. I'm leaving first."
At this age, the doctor could already tell at a glance that he was an oversized light bulb, so he left after explaining everything.
Fu Yanye sat next to her and asked her, "Does it hurt?"
"pain!"
For some reason, she subconsciously admitted the pain.
"It hurts, but take it seriously. You deserve it."
Fu Yanye said.
Zhuo Jian thinks he is ruthless, ruthlessness is good and can make people calm down.
So she kept quiet, and then just frowned slightly.
He adjusted the corners of her mouth, watched her lightly purse her lips, and immediately pressed her lips with his thumb: "Don't purse."
Zhuo Jian looked at him with a pair of big black eyes as gentle as water, extremely innocent.
Seeing her like this, Fu Yanye couldn't help but hold his breath and lowered his head again to treat the wound on her hand.
Zhuo Jian saw that there was still a band-aid on his forehead and couldn't help but ask: "Is your injury starting to scar?"
"I thought you wouldn't care if I died."
Fu Yanye lowered his head and said while disinfecting.
So Zhuo Jian looked at him and then became quiet.
Since the two of them are not in a relationship suitable for chatting, they won't chat.
"Get down!"
Fu Yanye treated her hands, then tightened the lid of the disinfectant and ordered her.
Zhuo Jian blushed.
Behind him is just a soft, big bed.
"It's okay later, I..."
"What? You want me to kneel down and beg you?"
Fu Yanye asked.
Zhuo Jian: "..."
Where did this start?
But don’t you understand that men and women do not kiss each other?
Zhuo Jian felt depressed and did not dare to challenge him, so she silently turned her head and lay on the bed.
Her slender waist wrapped in trousers makes people unable to control themselves at a glance.
Fu Yanye's Adam's apple rolled, and then he raised his eyes to look at her bruises.
The doctor kept the ointment and put it aside. He picked it up, read the instructions, and then opened it.
It's not the first time I've given her medicine, but this time it's so...
"Have you not eaten well recently?"
Fu Yanye asked while applying medicine to her.
Zhuo Jian was blushing a little too much because his hot palm was on her waist. After hearing his question, she became slightly distracted and replied: "I'm not trying to lose weight."
Fu Yanye's movements froze.
He didn't think she was losing weight either.
He thought that the relationship between the two of them was not good these days, and she was in a bad mood, just like him...
Same thing!
But she said this, which means that she didn't eat or sleep poorly because of the two of them?
Did he think too much?
Self-indulgent?
Fu Yanye thought so, and the movement of his palms on her waist increased unconsciously.
"Ah, it hurts!"
Zhuo Jian couldn't help but shout softly.
Fu Yanye came to his senses and relaxed again.
"When you fell, were you injured elsewhere? What about your legs? What about your knees? Was your ankle sprained?"
Fu Yanye continued to ask her while wiping.
"Probably not!"
Zhuo Jian answered while feeling whether there was any pain in other parts of his body.
"should?"
Fu Yanye raised his dark eyes and looked at her profile.
"No!"
How could you use an uncertain tone when talking to Mr. Ye?
Fu Yanye lowered his head after hearing her say no.
Just a pair of hands couldn't help but gently hold her slender waist, and once they grasped it, they wanted to hold it all.
Zhuo Jian subconsciously shrank into her stomach and blushed: "Are you ready?"
Only then did Fu Yanye come back to his senses, "Yeah."
Zhuo Jian relaxed for a moment and immediately got up, sitting side by side with him in shame and embarrassment. Then she looked at the door: "Thank you for saving me. If there's nothing else, I'll go back first..."
"As a price for saving you, you are not allowed to leave tonight."
Fu Yanye suddenly tightened her waist and hugged her as they both fell onto the bed.
Zhuo Jian's heart trembled, and her hand reflexively covered his arm on her waist. She considered it again and again before whispering: "This is not appropriate."
"We will hold a press conference tomorrow. You are my wife, don't hide it anymore."
Fu Yanye buried his face in her neck and declared in a low voice. This chapter has been completed!