Chapter 268 Want to leave, hehe, just take her home
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Fu Yanye pinched her fingers a little harder. Did she want to come back and make such a big fuss and leave like this?
Taking off his ring would not deter her at all?
"Then...that's the only way to go? Fu Yanye, do you take your wife to the airport, or should I go find Lao Zhou?"
Wang Yue turned to look at his son. He was not as direct as before and asked him slowly, testing him.
"I have something to do this afternoon."
He suddenly stood up, turned around and walked away with long legs.
The living room suddenly became quiet, and Zhuo Jian looked at his back and had nothing to say.
——
It was just about two o'clock that she was driven out of the old house by Uncle Zhou, and his car was still parked nearby.
"Young madam, that seems to be the young master."
Uncle Zhou's car slowed down and looked at the coast on the other side.
Zhuo Jian looked outside, and when she saw his back, her heart froze.
Fu Yanye turned around and walked towards them.
Uncle Zhou stopped the car slowly.
Zhuo Jian gently put his hand on the seat in front of him and said to Uncle Zhou: "Uncle Zhou, let's go."
"The young master seems to be coming to say hello."
Uncle Zhou reminded her kindly.
Zhuo Jian turned to look out the window again. The more clearly he saw, the more nervous she became, so she said again, "Uncle Zhou, we can't wait for him, I'm going to be late."
"Young madam, husband and wife cannot have an overnight feud. Besides, the young master is obviously waiting for you. If I take you away directly, the young master will not be able to fire me. You also know that my wife is not in good health, and the family is still pointing out
With my salary, right?"
"..."
Uncle Zhou is from the Fu family.
Zhuo Jian knew that there was no point in saying anything more.
Fu Yanye didn't go there when he arrived. Instead, Uncle Zhou got out of the car and went to the back to open the door for Zhuo Jian.
Zhuo Jian had no choice but to get out of the car and stand next to the car with her bag on her back.
Uncle Zhou saw that there was nothing he could do to push, so he walked forward directly.
Fu Yanye was separated from her, his black eyes staring straight at her.
He seemed to be waiting for her to come closer.
Zhuo Jian was unwilling, but walked over anyway.
"Aren't you in trouble?"
Zhuo Jian asked him softly, lowering his head.
Fu Yanye stared at her for a long time, then turned around to open the passenger door of his car, then turned sideways to look at her and motioned for her to get in the car.
It was windy at the beach, so she endured it for two seconds, walked over, paused for a moment, and sat in.
She just couldn't make trouble with him.
But when she got into the passenger seat, the sudden closure inside still made her eyes blurry inexplicably.
Fu Yanye walked around the front to open the driver's door. After getting in, he immediately fastened his seat belt, but the car did not start immediately.
After almost a minute, Zhuo Jian turned to look at him, "Aren't you leaving?"
Fu Yanye then started the car, and the speed was careless, making people want to go crazy.
Zhuo Jian looked out the window for a while, glanced at his watch, and then turned to look at him again, "If you slow down a little bit, I won't have to leave."
Fu Yanye spread his hands, "You do it?"
Zhuo Jian: "..."
After giving birth to a baby, the first thing you should do is learn to drive.
Fu Yanye glanced at her and saw that she was finally willing to shut up and continued to drive forward slowly.
It's not the way to the airport yet.
As they walked further, Zhuo Jian realized that this was not the way home.
She turned to look at Fu Yanye: "I'm going to the airport."
Fu Yanye didn't seem to hear it and continued to drive towards Shengyuan.
Zhuo Jian felt that he was making trouble unreasonably again, and she couldn't do anything about him.
She firmly believed that no matter what she said next, he would pretend he didn't hear it.
Even if she said, "Stop."
He didn't stop the car and drove directly back to Shengyuan.
There were several reporters stationed near Shengyuan, and he deliberately opened the car window to let them take pictures.
After entering Shengyuan and the car parked downstairs of her home, she immediately opened the door and walked out without looking back.
Fu Yanye looked in the rearview mirror for fifteen seconds.
He thought he could wait thirty seconds at least.
But within fifteen seconds, he pushed open the car door and strode out after him.
"You can't catch up anymore."
Fu Yanye caught her and reminded her.
Zhuo Jian looked up at him and said angrily: "I'll wait for the next bus."
"Stay."
Fu Yanye grabbed her wrist, and after a few seconds, these three words blurted out.
He didn't want to say anything else, he just wanted to keep her.
Zhuo Jian's eyes were extremely hot.
Stay?
Why should she stay?
She came to get back together, but before she could do anything, they became farther and farther away.
"Why are you staying? Are you arguing? I already regret coming back."
Zhuo Jian's voice was hoarse and vague. After speaking, she wanted to take his hand off his wrist, but she failed.
He held her wrist so hard that it turned red, but he wouldn't let go.
Zhuo Jian could only look at him again, "Fu Yanye, can you let go of me?"
Fu Yanye lifted her up from the ground without saying a word.
Zhuo Jian was startled and her brain was pounding. She felt her stomach was in danger and immediately shouted, "Fu Yanye, baby."
Fu Yanye suddenly remembered and immediately put her down. In this way...
Her thin legs hung on his strong waist. He paused and saw that she looked nervous. He forgot that she was just afraid that she would run away.
Zhuo Jian looked at him with tearful eyes, as delicate as she wanted.
Fu Yanye didn't dare to look any further, and continued to hold her in his arms.
Zhuo Jian could only hug him, but it was clear day and she looked around. Although there was no one around, she still lowered her head shyly and buried her face on his shoulder.
Fu Yanye's blood immediately surged up and became very hot.
If she knew how to hide it from him at a time like this, it would be considered that he did not spend this time with her in vain.
When he got home, he closed the door, carried her to the living room, and asked her, "Sofa or bedroom?"
These words sound familiar.
During the ambiguous days between the two of them, he didn't know how many times he asked this question.
At that time, these words had some kind of implications.
But now...
Zhuo Jian looked at him, held it in for a long time, and murmured: "Sofa."
Fu Yanye carried her over, but for a moment he didn't know how to put her down.
Zhuo Jian looked at him, "You won't let me go?"
Fu Yanye: "You can still hold me for a while."
Zhuo Jian didn't say anything. If he wanted to be hugged, he would be hugged until he was exhausted.
Fu Yanye didn't look at her, and just sat with her until his cell phone rang.
Zhuo Jian struggled a little, and Fu Yanye hugged her and sat on the sofa. She was still riding on his lap, which was both ambiguous and blushing.
Zhuo Jian wanted to leave, but he pressed his hand on her waist, looked at her and warned her not to move, and answered the phone, "Hello?"
"Has Jian Jian got on the plane?"
"No, please leave it alone for now."
After Fu Yanye finished speaking, he hung up the phone.
Wang Yue: "..."
If it weren't for me, your wife would already be at the airport right now, hum.
But the mother is not in a hurry to ask her son for credit.
Fu Yanye put down the phone, leaned back, put his hand on her small waist, and stared at her with his dark eyes, "If you don't tell me when you come back, or if you want to leave, I originally thought that I
It's very important to you, it seems I really thought too much."