Fu Yanye stopped, looked at her with his dark eyes again, and ordered: "Say it again!"
"If I'm willing to fall on you again, can you not do it recently?"
When Zhuo Jian asked this question, his face turned red with embarrassment.
She wants to be an upright person!
But obviously, she has no chance!
Fu Yanye's dagger-like eyes gradually became less sharp, and his grip on her was no longer so strong. He just whispered: "Don't say an unfeeling word to me again."
He doesn't want to hear it.
"good!"
Fu Yanye reluctantly took his hand out of her clothes, but couldn't help but put it against her forehead to breathe softly and murmured: "Say something nice to me now."
Sounds good?
Zhuo Jian was so dumb that she couldn't think of anything to say.
His sudden childish soft voice made her a little confused.
Fu Yanye kissed her lips, and then whispered reluctantly: "Say you like me!"
Zhuo Jian thought he was strange.
What's so good about this?
He doesn't seem to be in need of confession either.
But in order to ask him to let her go, Zhuo Jian's heart skipped a beat and whispered: "I, like you."
Fu Yanye was dissatisfied: "Hold me and talk in my ear."
Zhuo Jian: "..."
"Zhuo Jian! Are you obedient?"
His voice was deep and hoarse, and he squeezed her delicate body with both hands.
"I, I like you!"
Zhuo Jian reached out and hooked his neck, her lips were next to his ear, and she opened her mouth several times before she shamelessly said these words.
Fu Yanye felt that this life was extremely soft and fragrant.
As if the unpleasantness downstairs half an hour ago was a lifetime ago, he suddenly held the back of her head, arched his narrow waist, sucked her lips again, and then launched his superb kissing skills.
Zhuo Jian was afraid of upsetting him and suffering, so he responded gently to him twice, raised his hand to hold his face: "Mr. Jian is waiting for us downstairs."
Fu Yanye looked at her with passionate eyes and said in a low voice: "Wait until he leaves before continuing."
"..."
Zhuo Jian's face tightened with fear.
"Just kiss."
As Fu Yanye said that, he kissed her again, and then again.
After he changed his clothes and went out, Zhuo Jian sat on the edge of the bed and took a breath of relaxation. She was really afraid just now, afraid that she would respond to him enthusiastically if she couldn't restrain herself.
Fortunately, I was no longer twenty years old. If he had kissed her like this at that time, she would have been seduced and she would have given her life to him.
But now...
"Zhuo Jian, please wake up."
She gently stroked her belly with her little hand, looked down, and then exhaled forcefully, stood up, found a white dress in the cupboard, put it on and went out.
Downstairs, Fu Yanye was sitting on the sofa like a gentleman, drinking tea with designer Jian and waiting for her. There were two people sitting next to him, who should be Jian's assistants.
When they saw her coming, they both stood up.
Zhuo Jian nodded politely: "Hello!"
The two female assistants also nodded to her.
Jian Lian raised her eyes, looked at her once and then lowered her eyes, looking at her nose and heart.
Zhuo Jian wanted to sit down next to him, but Fu Yanye raised his hand and pulled her to his side.
Zhuo Jian couldn't sit still and fell into his arms, looking up at him dissatisfied.
"Sit next to me."
Fu Yanye only mentioned it in a low voice, but his eyes were very serious.
Zhuo Jian thought about what happened upstairs, so she followed him and sat next to him.
Fu Yanye held her hand, Jian Lian looked at it and asked curiously: "It is said that you two have been secretly married for more than three years, haven't you bought a wedding ring yet?"
Fu Yanye's originally gentle face immediately turned cold again.
Zhuo Jian also glanced at the two people's intertwined hands uncomfortably.
"Mr. Jane is saying that the ring is no longer suitable if you don't wear it anymore."
Fu Yanye held her hand, looked at her and said to her.
Zhuo Jianbian also glanced at him, feeling that he seemed to be asking her for a wedding ring.
Fu Yanye saw her doubts and reminded her: "Just the pair you bought when I went to help Lin Ruxiang last time can be used as our wedding rings."
"..."
Zhuo Jian was stunned.
She had almost forgotten about it.
But now that he reminded me, it immediately came to mind very clearly.
That day, he also wore a man's ring. It was he who made her spend all her savings to buy that pair of rings.
But that’s at best a couple’s ring, right?
Zhuo Jian didn't understand why he wore that, but the pair of rings should now be lying in the first drawer of her bedside table in her small apartment.
Jian Lian looked at the confrontation between the young couple's eyebrows, glanced at the time on her watch, and reminded: "Let's hurry up and talk about the ring at another time?"
"OK!"
When Zhuo Jian heard Jian Lian's words, he felt as if he had been granted amnesty and quickly agreed to him sweetly.
Fu Yanye pinched her ring finger hard, causing her face to turn pale in pain.
Soon Jian Lian's assistant took Zhuo Jian to try on wedding dresses. Fu Yanye was alone with Jian Lian, and Jian Lian laughed at him: "We have been childhood sweethearts for so many years, and we still can't figure it out?"
"The future is still long, isn't it?"
Fu Yanye asked him with his dark eyes half lowered.
Jian Lian nodded: "The future is quite long, but it is also quite short. Just like me, I accidentally became a golden bachelor."
Fu Yanye laughed unconsciously after hearing this. This great designer once had a girlfriend and almost got married, but...
"She loves you very much! But she also knows how to restrain herself."
Jian Lian said again.
Fu Yanye glanced at him almost distrustfully.
"If a girl restrains her feelings too much, she's basically been hurt."
Jian Lian said again.
Fu Yanye narrowed her eyes, raised her voice and looked at him, waiting for him to continue.
"If you are the one who has hurt her and want to recover, I am afraid you will have to be ten times more patient and gentle than an ordinary man."
"..."
ten times?
Fu Yanye frowned.
"Never try to tie a woman down with her children. Women will only become more independent because of their children."
Jian Lian said more.
Fu Yanye felt extremely upset. This person only asked him to design a wedding dress. Who asked him to give such advice?
Seeing that he was unhappy, Jian Lian didn't care and drank tea for a while.
When she walked downstairs wearing a white wedding dress, Jian Lian couldn't take her eyes away.
Zhuo Jian gently walked down the safety railing, while two assistants were behind her to help her hold up the hem of her skirt.
Her long hair has been tied up, and her feet are wearing crystal high heels.
She is as beautiful as jade, just like she is now.
Jian Lian seemed to have found her muse again, and was speechless for a moment with excitement.
Fu Yanye followed his line of sight and looked toward the stairs.
Her skin is as white as milk, with a layer of pink showing through when she is shy. Her figure is tall and slender, and she looks even more delicate and gentle in that white wedding dress.
Zhuo Jian stepped down on her high heels and let out a tired breath.
Jian Lian put down her tea cup, stood up and walked towards her.
Fu Yanye was still sitting there with his legs crossed, staring straight at her.
Zhuo Jian's heart tightened when he saw her.
His dark eyes were too cold.
Jian Lian came closer, looked at her waist and whispered: "Miss Zhuo has been eating well recently, and her waist has become wider."
"Yes, really?"
Zhuo Jian's heart skipped a beat and he subconsciously glanced at the man sitting on the sofa.
Jian Lian looked at the direction she was looking and asked, "What do you think, Mr. Fu?"
Fu Yanye put down the tea cup he was playing with, stood up, walked up to her with long legs, and looked at her waist. This chapter has been completed!