"What do you mean? Zhuo Jian, don't make trouble out of nothing and talk nonsense, you..."
Lin Ruxiang was obviously even more excited on the phone.
Zhuo Jian watched Fu Yanye walk up to her, but she didn't stop talking, "Sister Ruxiang, I just want to remind you that you have exceeded the shelf life!"
Fu Yanye stared at her with dark eyes, not interrupting her phone call.
After Zhuo Jian finished speaking word by word, she hung up the phone slowly. She thought that if she said this, if he was smart enough, he would have guessed that Lin Ruxiang was lying.
Fu Yanye looked at her in silence until her heart began to feel tight and even scared.
Her eyes, which were neither humble nor arrogant at first, gradually became a bit chaotic.
After all, he had been defending Lin Ruxiang all those years. To him, what she just said would be regarded as her curse on Lin Ruxiang?
But she didn't want to care what he thought. She would no longer tolerate a despicable woman who was a habitual liar.
Therefore, the most she has to wait for is his punishment.
And now she had a life-saving charm, so she bravely met his eyes.
Fu Yanye pulled out the chair and sat down opposite her, saying quietly: "Have you seen the hot search yet?"
"Um!"
Zhuo Jian was surprised that he just asked this, and realized that the call just now was about the hot search.
Fu Yanye raised his eyes and glanced at her again. Seeing her tense expression, he said again: "Relax."
Zhuo Jian thought, I also want to relax, but I'm afraid you want to whip me.
Fu Yanye took her unfinished noodles to eat. He felt that she was staring at him, so he raised his eyes and looked at her: "If you don't feel happy in the future, you can continue to vent like this."
A flash of surprise flashed in Zhuo Jian's eyes. He allowed her to vent like this?
He clearly heard her conversation with Lin Ruxiang, didn't he realize that she was going too far?
"Aren't you angry? That person is Lin Ruxiang."
"Why am I angry? She is not my wife."
"..."
Zhuo Jian was suddenly at a loss.
Fu Yanye looked at her steadily again, "I'm only angry about one thing."
"Which one?"
Zhuo Jian couldn't understand his emotions and asked him nervously.
"You don't care about me."
When Zhuo Jian was talking to Lin Ruxiang on the phone, he was not in her eyes or in her heart, she just regarded him as a tool to use.
"..."
Zhuo Jian was speechless.
The air in the restaurant is very thin, which makes people feel a little depressed.
Fu Yanye lowered her head to finish the noodles she had not finished, and also drank some soup.
As time passed, Zhuo Jian couldn't help but break the silence in the restaurant and asked him: "Is your mysophobia really bad?"
Fu Yanye only gave her a look, then stood up and put away the dishes.
Zhuo Jian couldn't understand the profound meaning of that look, but he felt a little guilty for no reason.
It was already after seven o'clock after the meal. Zhuo Jian was lying on the sofa, turning on the TV and thinking about Lin Ruxiang. When he saw him coming, his mind suddenly went blank.
Fu Yanye had a strong aura about him, which made her unable to think just by standing aside.
Zhuo Jian waited for a while and saw that he did not approach or speak. After thinking about it, she took the initiative to break the silence and asked: "Aren't we going back to the old house tonight?"
"Um!"
When Fu Yanye saw her opening her mouth, he walked towards her again.
Zhuo Jian immediately turned his legs to the side to prevent the two of them from coming into close contact.
Fu Yanye gave her a cold look, then sent the three invitations to her, "Let's make the final decision."
Zhuo Jian then put down his guard and took a quick look. The bright red one was liked by the elders, the pink one was liked by her, and the white one was liked by Fu Yanye.
"Let's try this. It's festive and even the elderly will like it."
Anyway, the style is the same, Boss Fu designed it himself.
Fu Yanye sat down next to her: "Didn't you like pink before?"
"Then if you want to follow my preferences, you won't give me three choices. Just this one. I prefer to see my grandparents happy."
Zhuo Jian chose bright red.
Traditional Chinese wedding invitation colors.
Fu Yanye really wanted to satisfy the old man and the old lady's preferences in this matter, so he nodded: "That's it."
He leaned over and opened the drawer under the table and threw the other two in.
Zhuo Jian felt as if the two people's legs were squeezed together. She just wanted to keep a distance from him, but...
When the wedding invitation was thrown in, there was something particularly conspicuous inside.
Both of them were shocked.
She temporarily forgot about keeping a distance between the two people, and Fu Yanye was even more unhappy and closed the drawer with her feet.
Zhuo Jian lowered her eyes and looked at her nose and heart, but the two of them were also here the night she came back, and what happened suddenly came to mind.
Fu Yanye could tell what she was thinking just by looking at her. He suddenly couldn't swallow his breath and irritably picked her up from the sofa and put her on his lap.
Zhuo Jian came back to her senses, huddled in his arms, hugged her knees with both hands, and asked him: "Why are you hugging me like this?"
"like!"
After Fu Yanye finished speaking, he lowered her knees and said he was hugging her, but Zhuo Jian thought it was more like binding her.
But I have to admit that when he said he liked those two words, it was really confusing.
A lot of ambiguity suddenly arose on the sofa. Zhuo Jian gradually turned from nervous and embarrassed to shy, and her face turned red.
Fu Yanye hugged her and groaned. Zhuo Jian felt his hand on her belly, and he wanted to stretch it in, so he immediately bent down and pressed it down: "Fu Yanye, what do you want to do?"
"After I satisfy my grandparents, how about I satisfy you again?"
Fu Yanye discussed with her in a deep voice in her ear.
Not a word was mentioned about the agreement in the drawer.
"I don't have any needs."
Zhuo Jian said while pushing him.
"Think about it, you can make a request of me."
Fu Yanye felt that this was only fair, and he hoped that he could satisfy her.
Zhuo Jian thought for a while: "Then, let me go first."
"Except this one."
Fu Yanye insisted.
Seeing that he was unhappy, Zhuo Jian didn't want to touch his back, and said, "Then let's sleep separately for the next few days?"
Fu Yanye frowned and looked at her: "Is there anything else?"
Why are they separated?
They are husband and wife and cannot be separated.
"It seems to be gone for now, Fu Yanye, please don't touch it."
Zhuo Jian couldn't stand him making such a fuss and protested.
"You call me all day long. It seems I need to educate you well."
Fu Yanye gave up on fulfilling her wishes because her wishes were not what he wanted to fulfill. Her screams made him upset, and the next second he held her down and held her down.
He was so powerful that they both fell onto the sofa.
Zhuo Jian's head was protected by Fu Yanye's arms but he didn't know it. He just felt that this position was very suitable for escaping.
But Fu Yanye stood up suddenly, and within two seconds, she felt a weight on her body.
"You're not allowed to call me by my first name, do you hear me?"
Fu Yanye said, pressing her to start taking action.
His hands reached her waist. Zhuo Jian was afraid that he would do it again, so he immediately raised his hand and pinched his wrists: "Fu Yanye, I just came out of the hospital not long ago."
"..."
Fu Yanye's body, which was full of strength, suddenly became weak, until he smelled the sweet fragrance on her neck and leaned forward to suck her neck hard.
"Um!"
Zhuo Jian pursed her lips tightly in pain.
Fu Yanye had enough sucking, licked it with satisfaction, and murmured: "What did you call me?"
"Fu...Young Master Ye?"
"Think about it carefully, what should a married woman call her husband?"
Fu Yanye kissed her skin again and again, becoming addicted.
"..."
Zhuo Jian thought to herself, what’s wrong with me just calling you by your first and last name?
"Um?"
Fu Yanye couldn't hear the reply he liked, so he tightened his grip in dissatisfaction.
"Fu Yanye, I hurt."
Zhuo Jian was about to burst into tears when he pinched her, but her voice was soft and cute.
"Call me nicely!"
Fu Yanye saw the tears in the corners of her eyes and was tempted by threats.
"Fu Yanye..."
Her voice is very soft and soft.
"Okay, Fu Yanye, right?"
Fu Yanye suddenly knelt down, looked down at her and began to untie her belt. This chapter has been completed!