Oh, where he was holding it, he was holding it with a tissue.
Zhuo Jian came to his senses after reading it, and then silently started to beat faster again.
She didn't know why she felt guilty, she always felt as if she had done something sorry for him.
Fu Yanye looked at her coldly and saw her lowering her head and stepping aside, then walked in with her long legs.
Zhuo Jian closed the door and followed him to the living room.
He put the food down, then sat on her sofa and unbuttoned his shirt.
Zhuo Jian found that his fingers were particularly nimble and quick, which meant that he was very angry now.
Zhuo Jian was still very hungry, but seeing him sitting there, she didn't want to eat right away, especially seeing how he looked like that. She murmured: "You won't be downstairs all night, right?"
Fu Yanye didn't say anything, just got up and went to the bathroom.
Zhuo Jian turned around and looked, her heart pounding wildly.
It’s over!
I felt like a heavy dark cloud was coming over my head.
She is finished!
Zhuo Jian sat where he had just sat, listening to the sound of running water coming from inside, and then silently opened the Meituan bag.
She was really hungry, and when she smelled the rice, she quickly took it out and started eating.
Fu Yanye was taking a bath inside. She ate a lot, but she didn't know how to taste it.
She chewed slowly, and as the sound of running water came from inside became louder and louder, her chewing power and taste also changed.
The water inside stopped, and she had eaten less than half of the pancake fruit.
She subconsciously raised her head and looked at the man standing at the small door. He had a towel around his waist, but his upper body was still dripping with water.
Zhuo Jian finally knows what beauty means.
but……
His brows were furrowed, as if he was particularly agitated.
Zhuo Jian suddenly remembered that she had not lived at home for a long time, so the sanitary conditions here were worrying.
He is...
Got mysophobia?
Zhuo Jian felt a chill on the back of her neck. Seeing that he was about to walk towards her, she subconsciously moved her legs to one side.
"Call someone to bring me clothes. The phone is in the bathroom. You know the password."
Fu Yanye said something, then turned around and returned to her bedroom.
Zhuo Jian: "..."
Could it be that he didn't sleep all night?
He did look a little blue under his eyes.
Zhuo Jian couldn't eat anymore, so she went to get his mobile phone to call him.
But when she saw the densely packed Lin Ruxiang in the unanswered call on his cell phone, her hands shook unconsciously.
I found Uncle Zhou's phone number, called it, and put it on speakerphone.
She went out with her cell phone in hand, and when she heard Uncle Zhou's voice, she said, "Uncle Zhou, could you please help me go to Shengyuan to get a set of clothes for Fu Yanye? We are now in the community opposite Shengyuan."
After making the call, she stood at the door of the bedroom, and he was already lying on the bed that she hadn't had time to fold up.
Zhuo Jian's heart sank, and suddenly he no longer wanted to fight.
What would happen if they continued to live like this?
She suddenly wanted to just break the jar like this.
It doesn’t matter whether he loves himself or not, whether he has someone else in his heart, or whether he has slept with someone else.
Nowadays, men cannot ask their significant other that the first time must be theirs. How can they be stingy when they are women?
She didn't realize that she was having trouble with some guy.
But there was a knot in her heart.
Zhuo Jian secretly thought that maybe her bump was just because their relationship was not at the right time.
Sometimes, no matter what happens, if the time, place, and people are not right, it will be impossible to achieve.
What about them?
She turned back to look at the person lying on the bed.
She was almost used to him lying on her bed now.
I didn't feel anything inappropriate.
Zhuo Jian walked over and called him softly, holding back her sore nose: "Fu Yanye."
Fu Yanye ignored her and even put the quilt over his head.
Zhuo Jian gently pulled down the quilt and continued to murmur: "I haven't disinfected the quilt."
He still didn't move. Zhuo Jian thought he was probably too sleepy, so she didn't plan to offend him anymore and said, "Then you go to sleep for a while. I'll wait for Uncle Zhou to bring you clothes before I call you."
After Zhuo Jian finished speaking, he saw that there was still no movement under the quilt and went out.
After gently closing the door for him, she returned to the sofa.
Looking at the half-eaten pancake fruit, she no longer had any appetite. Instead, her stomach suddenly started to churn, and she ran to the bathroom uncomfortably.
Only a little bit was vomited out.
She thought that she was not suitable for eating pancakes recently.
However, she probably didn't have a chance to eat it.
Since the old lady was fine, she planned to go to her old house and then leave.
But after waiting and waiting for an hour, Uncle Zhou still hadn't come.
She cleaned up the area around the sofa, then went to the bathroom to take out all his clothes, fold them and put them in a bag, thinking that Uncle Zhou would take them to someone to dry clean them later.
result……
Uncle Zhou didn't come, but his cell phone rang again. When Zhuo Jian saw it was Lin Ruxiang, her heart trembled, and her body seemed to be numb for a while. But soon after, she clicked the switch, and then looked for it in silence.
It’s Fu Yanye.
He is still sleeping.
Lin Ruxiang's phone number should be very important to him, no matter what the reason.
Zhuo Jian called him softly: "Fu Yanye."
Fu Yanye turned over irritably, raised his eyelids, and looked at her dissatisfied.
Zhuo Jian handed the phone to him, not wanting to offend him, and whispered: "Lin Ruxiang's phone number."
Fu Yanye didn't answer the phone, but grabbed her wrist angrily.
Zhuo Jian fell down instantly, then lay on her side on the bed, hugged tightly by him.
Zhuo Jian still held his mobile phone in his hand, and a voice came from his arms, muffled, "Aren't you going to answer the phone?"
What if it's a matter of life and death?
Fu Yanye hugged her tightly, took the phone away and put it aside, saying only: "Sleep."
Zhuo Jian was about to be suffocated to death, so he couldn't help but say again: "I have slept."
"Sleep again."
"But I'm not sleepy."
"Shut up!"
"I'm almost suffocated!"
Zhuo Jian really felt suffocated.
Fu Yanye then let go of her a little, raised her chin to let her breathe, and when he saw her eyes were red, he asked her unhappily: "What have I done to make you feel wronged again?"
"It was just boring, just now."
It's not that I don't care, but when I think about what that woman might have had with him, she just...
Yes, she is sour.
But she couldn't say.
When Fu Yanye heard her hoarse voice, the only thing he did was lower his head and kiss her.
Her lips were ice cold, and so were her hands.
Fu Yanye put her hands on his waist to keep her as warm as possible.
Zhuo Jian raised her fingers and did not dare to touch his skin directly. Fu Yanye kissed him and murmured: "It's not like I haven't touched him before. Hold me tight."
"..."
Zhuo Jian's heart and liver trembled, and she thought, can it be the same?
Fu Yanye urged: "Hurry up."
Just as Zhuo Jian was about to put his hand on it, his cell phone suddenly rang again behind his head, and Zhuo Jian's fingers curled hard on his back again.
Fu Yanye had to stop kissing her. He hated the ringtone of his cell phone, so he took his hand away from her, found the phone, looked at it, and turned it off.
"Hold me tight now."
Fu Yanye ordered again before kissing her. This chapter has been completed!