Zhuo Jian raised his head, looked at him with watery and charming eyes, and then kissed him again, suddenly feeling that there should be a strawberry mark here.
But after she did that, Fu Yanye couldn't restrain himself anymore. He lifted her to a certain height, then turned around and pressed her into the sofa, "Is that intentional?"
"Didn't you leave hickeys on my neck too?"
Zhuo Jian thought he was angry and was not convinced.
Fu Yanye couldn't bear it anymore, lowered his head and started to kiss her, passionately and intensely.
In the quiet living room, things became more and more ambiguous and affectionate. Fu Yanye pressed her down and kissed her, and ordered in a low voice, "Say you miss me."
"I miss you!"
"Think too much?"
"I really, really want to, Fu Yanye!"
"Call my husband!"
"husband!"
"good!"
Fu Yanye kissed her again with satisfaction and couldn't wait to take her to the room upstairs.
Zhuo Jian felt like she was floating on the water. She didn't know what time it was. He finally put her on the bed, and she felt safer. She turned over slightly and reached the familiar chest.
She liked to sleep with him in her arms, and she slept thinking of him every night this week, thinking about the feeling of being in his arms, and thinking about the smell of him.
Fu Yanye hugged her and whispered: "Are you sleepy?"
"We can chat until dawn."
Say all the things you have wanted to say to the other person since you were a child but have never dared to say them.
"Fool, just sleep when you're tired."
He kissed her gently on the forehead and hugged her into his arms again.
Are they still afraid that they won’t have time to talk in the future?
Zhuo Jian really didn't want to sleep, but it was so comfortable in his arms. Within a moment of being caressed by him on her back, her eyes fluttered and she fell asleep.
——
She woke up from bed early the next morning, looked around and saw nothing on both sides, and suddenly got up.
Wasn't it a dream yesterday?
She didn't even have time to put on her shoes, so she ran downstairs barefoot.
Fu Yanye came out of the kitchen when he heard the sound, frowning, "Go back and put on your shoes, and walk slowly step by step."
"Ah, good!"
Zhuo Jian's eyes were filled with tears the moment she saw him. After hearing his instructions, she couldn't help but swallow a little harder. She nodded and turned to leave, but she couldn't help but look back at him.
And he's still standing there.
Zhuo Jian's eyes suddenly turned red and he immediately ran upstairs.
"Slower!"
Fu Yanye's thin lips moved, but the sound was low and inaudible.
What did this woman do?
Zhuo Jian went back to put on her shoes, but suddenly she sat on the edge of the bed and couldn't move. She put her hands through her hair, and suddenly her eyelashes were wet with tears.
What happened to her?
Are you so anxious about gains and losses?
He is her husband and he does a great job.
It was not a dream, and he had no intention of running away.
Zhuo Jian swallowed even more, and then gradually pressed his hands on his hot eyes.
Ouyang Ping came back from the next room. When she saw the door open on her side, she looked inside and couldn't help but knock on the door gently: "Baby, are you okay?"
Zhuo Jian laughed when she heard Ouyang Ping's voice. She felt that she was exaggerating. But when she raised her eyes, Ouyang Ping saw her red eyes.
Ouyang Ping walked in, stood in front of her and gently hugged her to comfort her, "Boss Fu is so nice, does it scare you?"
"Could it be a dream?"
Zhuo Jian murmured, his voice a little unclear.
"How could it be a dream? I saw it with my own eyes. He is at our house, cooking breakfast for you. You will grow old together and have several children of your own."
Ouyang Ping comforted her softly.
Zhuo Jian looked up at her, then laughed angrily and amusedly.
She really gave in to herself, like a lunatic.
But Ouyang Ping teased her, "It is said that many pregnant women are emotionally unstable like you. Don't worry, I won't tell anyone."
Zhuo Jian raised her hand to wipe away the tears that had fallen from her face. Then she stood up and said, "Let's go downstairs to have breakfast."
"Can a mortal like me eat the breakfast made by your boss Fu?"
"Then you stay upstairs and we can continue our world together."
Zhuo Jian said that he was going to leave her.
Of course we went downstairs together in the end.
The three of them sat at a dining table. Ouyang Ping originally planned to sit on one side with Zhuo Jian, but Fu Yanye pulled the chair next to him and said, "Sit here."
Zhuo Jian raised his eyes, then walked over and sat down next to him a little shyly.
Ouyang Ping couldn't help but sigh, "I was fed dog food so early in the morning, ugh!"
Fu Yanye was very happy after hearing this. After sitting down with Zhuo Jian, he carefully served Zhuo Jian porridge, and then looked at Ouyang Ping: "Do you need help?"
"Ah, I can do it myself."
She was afraid of indigestion due to the porridge served by the boss.
Fu Yanye didn't say anything. He poured it for himself and gave the spoon to her.
Seeing Fu Yanye being so considerate, Zhuo Jian was moved unconsciously. She wanted to be a refreshing person, but lately, every time she contacted him, her eyes were wet and her heart was warm.
But he wanted to leave soon after breakfast. Zhuo Jian insisted on seeing him off, but she couldn't help but pull him and reluctantly see him off.
In the busy lobby of the airport, Fu Yanye asked her, "How about I stay with you for a few more days?"
Zhuo Jian shook his head, "No need!"
But he held his thumb and little finger with both hands and refused to let go.
Fu Yanye lowered his eyes to look at her little movements, and then looked at her face. He sighed helplessly and held her face up: "I'll be here on time next week."
"Do I look unreasonable?"
Zhuo Jian then looked up at him and asked him a little frustrated.
"You just have to stay so ignorant."
Fu Yanye raised his hand and touched her face, then hugged her into his arms.
Zhuo Jian took the initiative to wrap her hands around his strong waist and lay on his warm chest, "Fu Yanye, you have to be good and don't be deceived by some female star."
"Well! Don't let any male star fool you."
Especially when he thought that this woman was a beauty addict, he was a little worried.
"I'm different from you."
Zhuo Jian muttered, no matter how handsome the man was, she would pass him by just looking at him.
For more than twenty years, the one thing that has never changed in my heart is him.
"What's the difference? You are also my first and only one."
He was in her ear, and although it was not the first time he said those words, they still sounded so beautiful.
Zhuo Jian couldn't help but raise her head and look at him.
Fu Yanye lowered his head and kissed her lips gently. It wasn't until the radio continued to urge him that his flight was about to take off that he reluctantly kissed her again, "If you don't leave, you really don't have to leave."
Zhuo Jian could only let go of him. When he took a step back, she suddenly remembered and reminded him, "Bring two sets of changes of clothes when you come next time."