Zhuo Jian's heart was beating like thunder, and she unconsciously clenched his strong arm.
"No! You cannot hold such a press conference."
She was tempted, but reason still prevailed.
Fu Yanye buried himself in her hot skin, his voice low and hoarse: "I can't let something like this happen again."
She could no longer be allowed to face such danger alone.
The last time I splashed paint was a blessing, this time it was because I was in Starlight, so what about next time?
Fu Yanye pressed her small waist hard against his body, and the feeling of wanting to blend her into his body became more and more obvious.
right?
money?
background?
Those things cannot become decorations.
Even if that person is Lin Jiaoyang.
Zhuo Jian was later carried into the bathroom, washed, changed clothes, and then carried back to bed.
The soft big bed makes you feel like you are in the clouds when you roll around casually.
But before she could move, Fu Yanye had already taken her into his arms again: "Sleep well, I will bear not to touch you tonight."
After being tormented all night, she had no energy to provoke him anymore. She was so groggy that she fell asleep within a few minutes.
At twelve o'clock at night, Fu Yanye turned on the wall lamp beside the bed again, carefully lifted up her clothes, and applied medicine to her.
Not only her waist, but her calves were also very bruised.
Finally, I wiped her face and hands, then put on her nightgown and went out.
In the office on the top floor, he took out his mobile phone and dialed a series of numbers: "Are you working with Lin recently?"
"Don't sign it!"
"He doesn't deserve it!"
After Fu Yanye finished speaking, he hung up the phone, but soon dialed another person.
Although Zhuo Jian refused to announce the news of their hidden marriage, Fu Yanye vaguely felt that a crisis was coming.
No matter what she thinks or how much she hates him, he can't hide it like this anymore.
It was around three o'clock in the middle of the night when he returned to the hotel from outside.
She was still sleeping, so Fu Yanye lifted the quilt and lay in, hugging her to sleep.
——
At around seven o'clock in the morning, Zhuo Jian was woken up by a phone call in a daze.
"Hello?"
My voice was hoarse and dry from sleep, and when I turned around and hit the pillow, my face started to hurt.
"My dear, don't you want a divorce?"
"Yeah, what's wrong?"
"The matter of your marriage to Fu Yanye was..."
"Um?"
"Everyone knows!"
"..."
Zhuo Jian sat up drowsily, her eyes still a little blurry.
But my mind is running fast.
Wait for her to hang up the phone, and then open a certain wave, haha.
Title, Fu Yanye and Zhuo Jian.
Click to open.
First of all, a large high-definition picture. Although the important information is coded, it is the two of them who are correct.
The words below: The news about the secret marriage of the boss of the Fu Group turned out to be true, but the bride in the secret marriage was not the daughter of the Lin Group, but someone else.
The date of the marriage certificate was three years ago...
Here are some people speculating about their married life.
Some people say that Fu Yanye has his feet in two boats and controls two women at the same time.
Some people say that Zhuo Jian is a mistress who used unfair means to steal the man of the eldest lady of the Lin Group and a man who was a terminal cancer patient.
After Zhuo Jian read this, he felt like he was struck by thunder.
It’s over!
These two words seemed to stand prominently above her head.
Suddenly there was a heavy weight in her lower abdomen, and Zhuo Jian lowered her head subconsciously. After seeing the arm clearly, she turned to look at the sleeping person, and her mouth opened wide in shock.
What's going on?
Are they still sleeping together?
The sky is falling!
Zhuo Jian couldn't help but raise her hand to push him, and whispered anxiously: "Fu Yanye, Fu Yanye..."
"Um?"
Fu Yanye snorted and put another stick next to her.
"Don't sleep, it's known about our marriage."
Zhuo Jian's palm accidentally touched him, and she immediately held her wrist in pain. Only then did everything last night reappear in her mind.
At first, Lin Jiaoyang locked her in a private room and wanted to teach her a lesson with Mr. Zhao, then he rushed to rescue her, and then...
"We will hold a press conference tomorrow. You are my wife, don't hide it anymore."
The words suddenly came to mind, and she turned to look at him again.
"Is it you?"
Otherwise, how could it be such a coincidence?
But when she was not at home, a thief broke into her house and stole nothing else but the marriage certificate?
"What am I?"
Fu Yanye still didn't want to open his eyes, he was too sleepy.
And she smells so good.
Zhuo Jian raised her hand to push him again: "Don't hug me, Fu Yanye, you bastard."
I told him not to make it public.
What's the result?
He promised well.
There is no press conference, but if it is announced like this, what is the difference between it and a press conference?
Fu Yanye's cell phone soon started ringing, and it kept ringing.
He was too lazy to pick her up and kept holding her in his arms: "Honey, let's sleep a little longer, I'm too sleepy!"
"..."
Zhuo Jian cried in anger, raised her legs and kicked the quilt off the two of them.
But after seeing his thin legs clearly, he immediately bent over and covered himself with the quilt.
She was actually wearing a nightgown?
Or a sling?
Where did this come from?
Zhuo Jian recalled last night again, then endured the pain all over his body and closed his eyes.
She really wanted to disappear into thin air.
Fu Yanye directly pushed her down on the bed again. She wanted to resist, but the pain in her lower back intensified and she lay there without moving.
"If you sleep a little longer, I'll get up and fix everything."
"real?"
"Um?"
Zhuo Jian said no more because he quickly fell asleep again.
She couldn't help but think, didn't they sleep together last night?
At this time, Ruxiang's private apartment was not so peaceful.
Ruxiang sat in front of the dressing table, enduring it again and again, but she gave up halfway through the makeup, and then stretched her arms to the dressing table, disdainfully for a while, all the expensive skin care products and cosmetics on the dressing table fell off
On the ground.
Wang Rui heard the sound and broke in from outside, saw everything on the ground, and then saw the woman sitting dully in the chair.
Her eyes were full of hatred.
Seeing Wang Rui come in, she gave her a cold look, and then ordered: "Come here!"
Wang Rui didn't know what she was going to do, but his heart made him obediently walk over.
Tears suddenly flowed from Ruxiang's eyes, and then he stood up, reached out to his neck, and kissed him on the lips.
"I want you to help me get rid of her! Can you?"
Ruxiang was tearful and pitiful. When he responded to her kiss, she suddenly left and asked him weakly.
"Ruxiang!"
"Please!"
Ruxiang's tears fell, and then she put her lips to his and kissed him, not only his lips, but also his Adam's apple.
She held his heart with one hand, reached behind his back with the other, pulled his shirt out of his pants, and begged: "Wang Rui, please, just this once."
Wang Rui looked down at her kissing him so actively, and suddenly grabbed her hand: "Will the child be born?"