He smiled softly, held her face again and kissed her two soft lips.
But is this a discussion, a request, or a reminder?
Zhuo Jian suddenly remembered her kiss with him in the office and turned her face away.
Fu Yanye's thin lips brushed the corner of her lips, and his dark eyes looked at her with disappointment and unwillingness: "What's wrong?"
Zhuo Jian looked at someone coming over there, lowered his head and hid his face, whispering: "Go back!"
Fu Yanye took another deep look at her, turned around and saw someone walking by, then smiled slightly, then took her hand and took her aside, opened the passenger seat for her and sent her in.
After Zhuo Jian got into the passenger seat, she tried her best to calm down and put on her seat belt.
Fu Yanye looked at her after entering: "Shy?"
Zhuo Jian looked back in surprise, but finally just looked out the window again.
What are you ashamed of?
If they were a normal couple or couple, she would hug and kiss him on the street without hesitation, and even jump on him in full public view to let him pet her.
But what do they mean?
Not sure!
Zhuo Jian tried hard to hold back her breath and waited for the car to start driving.
When the car arrived at the gate of the community, Zhuo Jian looked at his watch. It was already past six o'clock, so it was not too early to make dinner.
Fu Yanye watched her looking at her watch in the rearview mirror. He frowned unconsciously, but he didn't ask anything and drove the car steadily downstairs.
Zhuo Jian didn't ask anything, opened the car door and walked inside.
Fu Yanye's narrow phoenix eyes drooped.
I would never think that she took such initiative because she regarded this place as her home.
On the contrary, there was a feeling that she was in a hurry to do something.
Fu Yanye got out of the car and quickly followed him.
When they got to the elevator, Zhuo Jian asked him: "What do you want to eat tonight?"
Fu Yanye looked at her and smiled slightly: "It's hot and cold!"
Hot and cold?
who?
Zhuo Jian looked at him in surprise and asked again: "Want to eat hot and cold rice? I can't cook!"
"I said you are hot and cold!"
"..."
Fu Yanye's black eyes stared at her so straightly that Zhuo Jian looked away and turned to face the ladder wall with bated breath.
After returning home, Fu Yanye's cell phone rang. He glanced at the number and picked it up. Zhuo Jian went directly to the kitchen.
On the phone, Ruxiang Xingshi asked: "No matter what, how could you hit my dad?"
"I said again and again and not again and again. I can tolerate you going to her again and again, but that doesn't mean that other people in your family are qualified to threaten her."
Fu Yanye's eyes were cold when he said this, and the surroundings were filled with a cold air that kept strangers away.
"But he is my father, your future father-in-law."
"Father-in-law? He had a chance!"
After Fu Yanye finished speaking, he hung up the phone.
Ruxiang felt even more depressed and uncomfortable when she heard his last words before hanging up the phone. He didn't want to marry her anymore. He really didn't want to marry her anymore.
When Ruxiang was wondering what to do, Fu Yanye went directly to the kitchen.
While Zhuo Jian was preparing dinner, she sent a WeChat message to Ouyang Ping, who invited her to have a drink in the evening.
Zhuo Jian agreed: "ok!"
Fu Yanye walked over and bent down behind her, looking at the two letters flashing on her phone on the glass table, then turned to look at him: "Aren't you going to have dinner with me?"
"I'm just cooking for you, I don't need to eat with you."
Zhuo Jian explained.
"Then why were you here the last few times?"
"Then I won't be here anymore!"
"..."
Seeing her persistence, Fu Yanye sighed angrily unconsciously. He picked up her phone and scrolled through it, and saw Ouyang Ping asking her: "Are you two secretly crossing Chencang?"
Zhuo Jian simply ignored it without answering, and Fu Yanye immediately clicked on the message to reply.
Zhuo Jian looked up and saw that he had taken her mobile phone and immediately put down the shovel in his hand to grab the mobile phone: "Fu Yanye, what are you doing?"
"She asked you if we secretly crossed Chencang. Let me clarify."
"I don't need it! Give it to me quickly!"
Zhuo Jian stood on tiptoes, but he was so tall that she couldn't reach him if he raised his arms.
Fu Yanye lowered his head, and when he saw that she was about to lean in, he would kiss her.
Zhuo Jian ducked to the side, but her hand still firmly grasped his strong arm, trying to reach up to grab her own mobile phone in his hand.
Fu Yanye held her small waist tightly with one hand, and quickly replied with the other hand: "We are husband and wife."
There was no response from the other side, and Zhuo Jian kept tiptoing, completely ignoring how close they were, for fear that he would say something treacherous.
Then……
A minute later, she successfully grabbed her cell phone, but she was already easily held in his arms.
Looking at the content he sent on her phone, Zhuo Jian looked at him angrily. When she lowered her head, she collapsed and immediately withdrew the message.
Because Ouyang Ping didn't reply, Zhuo Jian just hoped that Ouyang Ping didn't see it.
Unexpectedly, just after she withdrew it, Ouyang Ping sent a message: "Why did you withdraw it? I saw it all!"
"..."
Zhuo Jian suddenly had goosebumps starting from the top of his head downwards.
She raised her eyes to look at Fu Yanye and cursed unconsciously: "Are you sick? What nonsense did you say to her?"
"Nonsense? Is our marriage certificate fake?"
"..."
Zhuo Jian didn't want to argue with him anymore, so she just pushed him hard.
Seeing her, Fu Yanye remembered that her face was red and her neck was thick, and she held her in his arms forcefully: "I'll give you ten minutes, and if you can break free from my arms, I'll lie and say we're not a couple."
Zhuo Jian glanced at him, then struggled hard.
But ten minutes later, her legs became weak and she was lying in his arms, panting.
Seeing the thin sweat on her forehead, Fu Yanye couldn't help but twitching the corner of his lips, and then kissed her forehead distressedly: "No more money?"
"Fu Yanye, you bastard!"
Zhuo Jian scolded him angrily, unable to exert any strength at all.
Fu Yanye smiled: "You didn't prepare this meal. If I did, remember to owe me another meal."
"Who owes you!"
Suddenly I had the strength to push him away and turned around to cook.
But her legs were weak and she almost fell.
Fortunately, he strangled her small waist from behind.
Zhuo Jian was furious: "Don't touch me again!"
Fu Yanye was frightened by her loud shout and immediately took his hand away.
Zhuo Jian looked at him bitterly: "Get out of here, I'll call you after I've cooked the food!"
"Okay! Calm down, Mrs. Fu!"
"..."
Zhuo Jian stared at him speechlessly, Fu Yanye turned around and walked out slowly with his long legs.
Zhuo Jian stood in front of the glass table. It took a long time to calm down. When he cut the vegetables again, he unconsciously became a little stronger.
What sin did she commit in her previous life?
I have been bullied by him for so long in my life.
But suddenly the blade of the knife cut on his finger. Zhuo Jian quickly put down the knife and took a look. He found that there were bright red blood beads flowing out, so he immediately opened the faucet to wash it away.
"What's wrong?"
Fu Yanye went to wash his hands and came back.
Zhuo Jian glanced at him, then immediately wiped the handle and picked up the knife again: "Don't come here again!"
Seeing her angry look, Fu Yanye couldn't bear to offend her, so he pulled out a chair at the dining table and sat down: "I'll sit here and read emails for a while."
Zhuo Jian didn't stop chopping vegetables. When he saw the blood on the vegetables, he thought that if he saw such a severe mysophobia, he would definitely vomit if he saw the vegetables like this.
However, she felt very unhappy at this time and couldn't help but whisper: "I want to see how severe your mysophobia is." This chapter has been completed!