Wang Rui had a crew cut and stood there in a casual suit, looking at her with too dark eyes.
Zhuo Jian thought about Fu Yanye's words that it would take ten minutes, and now it was at least two minutes. She felt that given the current situation, she would not die in these few minutes.
Lin Ruxiang attributed the child's death to her. What about this person?
Lin Ruxiang seemed to be his life, and Lin Ruxiang's words were like an imperial edict to him.
Unexpectedly, Wang Rui nodded to her.
Zhuo Jian's heart was beating wildly. She tried to calm herself down and nodded, "Buy a cake?"
"Miss Ruxiang likes to eat cakes from this store."
Wang Rui replied to her.
Zhuo Jian nodded.
Then fell into silence.
Wang Rui took the cake and suddenly turned around to look at her before leaving.
Zhuo Jian thought she was safe, but when he turned around, she tightened her grip in fear.
Wang Rui suddenly smiled and said, "Thank you for saving me that night."
Zhuo Jian was startled.
"And don't worry about that child, it has nothing to do with you."
"..."
Not long after Wang Rui had gone, Fu Yanye came over. They strode into the cake shop and breathed a sigh of relief when they saw Zhuo Jian inside, "Was that Wang Rui just now?"
"Well! He said that the child's matter has nothing to do with me."
Zhuo Jian replied to him dully.
Fu Yanye laughed helplessly and rubbed the top of her head, "What are you thinking about? It has nothing to do with you in the first place."
Zhuo Jian smiled slowly.
Fu Yanye also secretly breathed a sigh of relief. There were many things he really wanted to do, but he was really worried for a moment when he saw Wang Rui just now.
Zhuo Jian also looked at him, but didn't understand what the look in his eyes meant.
Fu Yanye, on the other hand, suddenly smiled at her.
He knew that he couldn't help but feel nervous about anything related to her.
The two of them bought the desserts that the elders love to eat, and then got in the car.
On the way back, Fu Yanye asked her, "You went to the cake shop after lunch?"
"Well……"
Zhuo Jian wondered how she could be in the cake shop all afternoon. Thinking of Ouyang Ping's instructions, she pursed her lips and looked out the window.
Fu Yanye glanced at her and asked again: "Can't you say?"
Zhuo Jian thought to himself, it's not that he can't, it's that he doesn't dare.
Fu Yanye didn't ask any more questions, but instead talked about where he and Su Bai went in the afternoon.
Zhuo Jian listened carefully, and after half an hour they returned to the old house.
It was just getting dark, and Fu Yanye was holding desserts in his hand. When Zhuo Jian came closer, he gently put his free hand on her waist: "Go in."
"Um!"
Zhuo Jian was actually a little unaccustomed to his actions.
Every time he put his hand on her waist, she felt that the area he touched was extremely hot, almost to the point of being burned.
However, she couldn't refuse.
He seemed to enjoy this action.
After the meal, everyone was eating desserts and drinking tea. The old lady took out a bunch of jewelry from her youth.
The old lady smiled and said, "This is the betrothal gift your grandpa's mother gave to me when I got married. This necklace has a very good meaning, allowing the couple to live a long and loving life. It was originally passed down to your parents."
But before you came, they gave it to me and asked me to pass it on to you personally. Jian Jian, this necklace belongs to you. I hope you can pass it on to your next generation and the next generation."
The old lady said as she took the necklace out of the box and put it in front of her with both hands.
Zhuo Jian was a little uneasy, feeling that this way of passing the necklace on was too solemn.
And when she and Fu Yanye looked back on their grandparents and parents, would they last forever?
Of course she hoped so, but she was afraid that reality would slap her in the face too painfully.
Wang Yue helped lift her hair, and the old lady put the necklace around her neck.
The teeth marks on the neck were looked at by the old lady and Wang Yue. They both pursed their lips and smiled without saying anything else.
There is also a simple necklace around Zhuo Jian's neck. Fu Yanye bought it for her when she and Fu Yanye went to buy a gift for her grandma that day. She has been wearing it recently and has not taken it off now.
No one felt inappropriate.
Fu Yanye sat diagonally across from her. He was used to her elders always calling her to sit in front of her, but now when he looked at her from his direction, his heart felt warm and heavy.
That woman would exude a fatal attraction to him at any time.
After returning to the room, Zhuo Jian went into the bathroom, took off the necklace, and put it back in the box.
Fu Yanye stood behind her, hugged her and asked, "You took it off so soon?"
"This is your family heirloom. What should you do if it gets damaged after wearing it for a long time?"
Zhuo Jian asked him.
"It's not your family, it's our family."
Fu Yanye corrected.
Zhuo Jian's heart warmed up, and she picked up the box in a good mood and looked at the necklace carefully.
Although the necklace was made decades ago, the Fu family was already very wealthy at that time.
So facing such a valuable necklace, Zhuo Jian gently closed it, then looked up at the man holding her in the mirror: "Will you keep it?"
Fu Yanye's eyes were half-squinted, he looked up at the softly smiling woman in the mirror, and whispered: "These kind of things are usually kept by women, right?"
"Our family is different! You are the head of the family!"
Zhuo Jian said.
Fu Yanye found the word "head of the family" quite useful, but still refused, "You should keep the jewelry. As the head of the family, I am responsible..."
This time the two of them didn't look at each other in the mirror.
Zhuo Jian awkwardly turned her head to look at him, his dark eyes were gentle, "I'm responsible for taking good care of you!"
Zhuo Jian felt hot again. Keep her?
Zhuo Jian smiled and said no more.
But Fu Yanye pestered her to turn her around, picked up her face and kissed her.
Zhuo Jian subconsciously wanted to lower her head to avoid it, but Fu Yanye lowered himself and quickly held her face to raise her head.
Zhuo Jian's neck hurt from his kiss, and her hands finally grabbed the fabric around his waist.
Fu Yanye felt the warmth on her waist that did not belong to her, and the next second she lifted her up from the ground.
She sat on the sink, raising her head and continued to accept his kiss.
Fu Yanye pressed her hands on the edge of the sink. He didn't kiss her with much force, but he became more and more affectionate.
Zhuo Jian felt as if she would be sucked into his stomach at any time.
Until finally he couldn't stand it anymore, so he held the back of her head and kissed her deeply for a while, then picked her up from the sink.
Zhuo Jian reflexively hugged his neck with her hands and wrapped her legs around his strong narrow waist.
Fu Yanye liked her action very much, although she was just subconsciously worried that she would fall.
Under the shower, Fu Yanye turned on the switch.
Zhuo Jian closed his eyes subconsciously, and soon he tasted a taste that did not belong to them.
Fu Yanye held her against the wall and put one hand on her back to cushion her.
Zhuo Jian's breathing was a little messy.
He paused and touched her forehead: "Do you like me?"
Zhuo Jian's face turned red and she whispered: "Yeah!"