After dinner, the whole family ate fruit and watched a drama on the sofa for a while. After the old man and the old lady left the table, Wang Yue and Fu Zhengzheng also left, leaving them alone on the sofa.
Zhuo Jian clenched his hands and lowered his head in suppression.
Fu Yanye looked at the advertisement on the TV screen and didn't say anything until someone called him.
"No! No time!"
It sounds very lively over there, there seem to be a lot of people, and the person speaking has a high voice, like Su Bai?
Zhuo Jian wished he could go out now to save the two of them from embarrassment in the middle of the night.
But he couldn't say it.
Soon he said again: "Zhuo Jian is back, let's stay at the old house, okay?"
Su Bai asked him why he didn't want to go?
Zhuo Jian subconsciously turned to look at him. After Fu Yanye hung up the phone, he also looked at her and asked her, "Is something wrong?"
Not sure if he was too indifferent, Zhuo Jian thought to himself, then slowly lowered his voice and whispered: "It's okay!"
She was just curious why he didn't go out.
The events of that night suddenly came into view again, and she held her hand even more nervously.
Fu Yanye lowered his eyes and saw that she had been squeezing his hand, and looked at her again: "What's wrong with your hand?"
"Um?"
Zhuo Jian looked at him subconsciously, but before she could recover, her hand was already grasped by his.
Fu Yanye's eyebrows were slightly lowered, but his expression was still so cold.
But his heart felt hot for no reason. She was sweating?
Is she nervous?
Because I'm alone with him?
Zhuo Jian subconsciously wanted to take her hand away, but Fu Yanye held it tightly and quickly spread her fingers apart, wiping the sweat from her palms with his two thumbs.
Unexpectedly, Zhuo Jian discovered the secret of sweating. He pumped hard several times without struggling, but he didn't know whether it was because of shame or exhaustion that his face turned red. "Fu Yanye, please let go of me."
Fu Yanye glanced at her coldly again.
Zhuo Jian subconsciously opened his eyes, but a fire burned in his stomach.
She didn't like being so ambiguously close to him.
Fu Yanye simply pulled her into his arms.
"Um!"
Half of Zhuo Jian's face fell into his arms, she became angry with embarrassment and wanted to cry.
Fu Yanye lowered his eyes and watched as her face turned red and white. Zhuo Jian still wanted to struggle, but he easily controlled her with his two hands.
At that moment she could only breathe hard in his chest.
Fu Yanye didn't say a word, just looked at her looking like she was about to cry but was holding back from crying, was about to be annoyed but was holding back from being annoyed.
He had a good idea of how tolerant she was.
Zhuo Jian finally couldn't help but raise her eyes and glare at him angrily, but found that his eyes were as deep as the sea, and she could not resist his power.
Fu Yanye asked about the fragrance coming from her body and couldn't help but hug her again.
Zhuo Jian continued to struggle in shame, and she could even clearly feel the temperature on his body.
If she hadn't been in the old house and feared that the elders would know about their quarrel, she would definitely have had a fight with him.
While she was thinking shamefully, her vision suddenly went dark. She raised her eyes in surprise and saw nothing, but her hot lips were suddenly sealed by two thin lips.
At that moment, the world seemed to have stopped!
He actually kissed her again?
Fu Yanye quickly kneaded her into his arms, kissing and tugging at her clothes.
Zhuo Jian couldn't help it anymore and started to fight, holding his shoulders with both hands and pushing him hard.
Fu Yanye kept a little distance from her and saw her looking at him with such sadness and anger.
"Fu Yanye, do you have to be such a bastard?"
She asked him in as low a voice as possible.
Fu Yanye said: "Yes!"
Zhuo Jian didn't have time to think about anything. He was already pressed into the sofa by him. Fu Yanye felt that sometimes, it was better for him to be tougher.
If he wants to get her, he will get her.
Zhuo Jian felt his hand moving around and immediately grabbed his wrist: "You're crazy!"
No matter how low her voice was, it was enough for him to hear.
Fu Yanye looked at her and said concisely, "This is the bedroom or the bedroom, you choose."
Zhuo Jian: "..."
Is this settled?
She hasn't agreed yet.
“If you don’t choose, this is the place.”
"Bedroom, bedroom!"
Zhuo Jian shouted anxiously.
Before Fu Yanye laughed, he buried his face in her neck and bit her neck hard before holding back.
In the blink of an eye, she was carried on his shoulders and carried directly from the sofa.
After the two people went upstairs, as soon as the bedroom door was closed, another door opened quietly, as if confirming something, and then closed silently.
Fu Yanye threw her on the big bed, took off her shoes and threw them aside.
Zhuo Jian was panting, watching him get up and take off his clothes, then stepped back and said to him rationally: "You were drunk that night."
"Yeah?"
Fu Yanye said, taking off his shirt, revealing his strong chest.
Zhuo Jian looked away and continued: "But you are very sober today."
"I advise you not to beat around the bush."
Fu Yanye said and began to untie his belt.
Zhuo Jian heard the noise and could only look at him again: "You can't touch me again without my consent."
"Didn't you choose your bedroom just now?"
Fu Yanye thought to himself, I am not yet old enough to be deaf.
Zhuo Jian was so angry that he wanted to scold him, bit his lip, and finally had to say: "In that case, what else can I say? I won't do it with you again."
Fu Yanye didn't seem to hear it at all, but quickly came to her eyes, put one hand on her ear, and gently pushed away the messy hair from the corner of her mouth with the other hand, looking directly at her with his dark eyes: "You also said that night
Won't."
Zhuo Jian: "..."
"Who was whispering in my ear and gasping for breath afterward?"
Fu Yanye asked, then took her lips in his mouth again.
Zhuo Jian couldn't breathe, and her face turned red and her neck thickened by his questioning.
She clearly submitted a divorce complaint to the court.
He obviously accepted it too.
Then what?
When Zhuo Jian felt her shirt buttons being unbuttoned, she grabbed his hand and reminded him: "I know why you suddenly want me."
Fu Yanye was startled and raised his eyes to look at her: "What do you mean?"
"Lin Ruxiang came to see me last time when I came back."
Zhuo Jian looked at him, hoping that this incident could calm the fire in his body.
Fu Yanye stood up slightly and looked at her with increasingly cold eyes, "What did she say?"
"She told everything. She had a relationship with Wang Rui and she had Wang Rui's child in her belly."
Zhuo Jian continued.
Fu Yanye suddenly frowned and asked, "What else?"
"You came to me because you were angry with her, right? You came to me on purpose because she betrayed you, because what Lin Ruxiang hates the most is me."
At this moment, Zhuo Jian was very sure of his reasons.
But Fu Yanye couldn't help but sneered and pinched her chin: "I'm looking for you because she hates you? You are really confident in yourself."
"If she does something wrong and you do it wrong, what's the difference between you and her?"
Zhuo Jian asked him.
Fu Yanye found it funny and got up from her. When he was about to put on his clothes and leave, he suddenly threw his clothes heavily on the ground. He gritted his teeth and said to her: "You are my Fu Yanye's wife!"