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Chapter 123 The wound at the corner of the mouth is affected

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"open!"

Fu Yanye's deep voice commanded.

"Hold on, Fu Yanye, you... um..."

The injury at the corner of her mouth was touched, and she couldn't help but groan in pain.

Fu Yanye's kiss was even more excessive because of this muffled moan, and the gentleness of his gentle sucking and sucking just now didn't seem to belong to him.

Zhuo Jian couldn't help but grab the fabric of his shirt with her hands, and finally relieved the pain at the corners of her lips when his kiss moved to her neck.

For a moment, Fu Yanye even thought in frustration that he would just hurt her to death.

But within a short while, his heart softened because of her delicate moan, and he could only breathe against her forehead.

After a long time, he calmed down the swelling of blood in his body, and asked her again in a hoarse voice: "Why can't you give me a little bit of trust? Even a little bit?"

Zhuo Jian endured the pain and pressed her lower lip hard, feeling like her mouth was about to drool.

But in an instant, Fu Yanye's thumb pressed on her lips and whispered: "Don't pucker if you tell me."

"It's all your saliva!"

Zhuo Jian protested in a low voice with dissatisfaction.

Fu Yanye asked in a low voice: "How do you know it's mine? Or is it yours?"

"..."

Zhuo Jian's face was red and hot, and she was speechless.

Fu Yanye suddenly felt better, and gently wiped the saliva from the corner of her lips: "Give me a little trust, okay?"

"I trust you with everything else."

Zhuo Jian said, and when he wanted to shut up, he suddenly pinched his fingers.

Fu Yanye's adrenaline surged wildly for a moment, and he reluctantly removed his hand from her lips.

Zhuo Jian raised his hand and took his hand away, and Fu Yanye could only put it down.

"Fu Yanye, when I come back this time, you are different from before."

Zhuo Jian looked up at him. Although the two had just kissed and entangled, her eyes were particularly clear.

Fu Yanye felt that her calmness was terrifying, no matter how squeamish or weak her hum was.

"What's different?"

He gently held her hair behind her shoulders and asked her softly.

"You used to be very single-minded about relationships. I watched your relationship with my own eyes."

Zhuo Jian said.

When Fu Yanye heard this, his heart felt as if someone had dug him hard.

"You used to look at no one except Lin Ruxiang, but now you..."

"You still don't believe me!"

Fu Yanye thought that he had already explained it.

But she still says now that he was dating Lin Ruxiang at that time.

"I believe you don't treat me as a stranger, and I believe you have feelings for me, but Young Master Ye, you should go back to where you were before, especially with Lin Ruxiang's current physical condition. Not only is she at the advanced stage of cancer, but she is also pregnant with your child.

You know..."

"Know what?"

Fu Yanye's dark eyes suddenly turned cold.

"Do you know the complicated emotions a patient with terminal cancer feels when she becomes pregnant?"

"Baby, you disappoint me!"

Fu Yanye held her face, gently rubbed her skin with his thumb, and whispered.

Zhuo Jian saw the disappointment and irritability in his eyes, and could see that he was suppressing his anger, but she felt that she needed to remind him that they should return to their original position. She sighed helplessly, which was a discussion and a plea.

, said: "Young Master Ye, please divorce me?"

Fu Yanye stared at her with breathtaking black eyes and replied firmly: "Impossible!"

He let go of her and turned to leave.

Zhuo Jian was still standing there. At that moment, she felt like she was entering a misty forest.

Fortunately, he left later for something, so she quietly left the suite.

The journey was smooth, and the hotel employees nodded politely and called her "young lady" when they saw her.

Zhuo Jian was surprised at first, but still walked out with firm steps.

We stopped the car in front of the hotel and went home directly.

She took leave and shut herself in the house.

Fu Yanye didn't contact her all day long, nor did he quietly open the door and enter her home in the middle of the night like before.

Unexpectedly, someone would come to the door the next day.

It's not Fu Yanye. Fu Yanye doesn't need to knock on the door or ring the doorbell.

She was making coffee when the doorbell rang, and when she heard the noise she went to open the door.

The director and his wife were standing at the door holding gifts.

Zhuo Jian was a little embarrassed, but she still greeted politely: "Director! Hello!"

Since she didn't know the woman's identity, she just nodded in greeting.

"My madam, can you go in and talk?"

Two people who looked about the same age as her parents stood humbly in front of her.

Zhuo Jian made way for them to come in and closed the door.

I happened to make a lot of coffee, which was enough for three people.

The director's wife looked at the coffee cup and praised: "This coffee cup is so beautiful, Miss Zhuo has a very good taste!"

Zhuo Jian couldn't help but smile awkwardly: "I didn't buy it."

Although it is the first time to use it, she did not buy it.

The director's wife panicked and couldn't help but ask: "Could it be that Mr. Fu bought it?"

Zhuo Jian smiled again, acquiescing.

The director's wife immediately held the cup in embarrassment and nervousness, fearing that if she accidentally hit the cup, the ancestor would have her whole family beheaded.

The director originally wanted to carry the cup, but then he simply misbehaved. He really didn't dare.

"I didn't expect you to be husband and wife."

The director clasped his hands and whispered uneasily.

Zhuo Jian smiled slightly after hearing this. Who would have thought?

"It stands to reason that the Lin family should know about such a thing, right?"

The director thought for a moment and asked her.

The Lin family naturally knew, but there were some things that Zhuo Jian couldn't say.

Seeing that Zhuo Jian had no intention of explaining, the director directly explained his purpose: "I won't beat around the bush, Zhuo Jian, you were introduced by Yu Qing. I am very sure of your work ability. We have never dealt with each other in private.

I don’t care too much about your background. This was my oversight and I apologize.”

"Director, you don't need to apologize!"

Zhuo Jian saw that the director was really anxious, so he comforted him.

The station director waved his hand and continued: "Lin Jiaoyang had a cup of tea with me before last night and said he was interested in investing in our new program. I thought this was a good thing, so I agreed. Then while we were chatting, he said it was you.

My uncle, I just mentioned that I wanted to have dinner with you tonight, and he said that he could do it for me. I just happened to have some private matters to discuss with you. I really didn’t expect that."

"Miss Zhuo, please don't think it's my husband's fault. I swear there is absolutely nothing wrong with his lifestyle over the years he has been working."

Seeing that her husband had been wronged, the station director's wife couldn't help but say so.

Zhuo Jian agreed: "Yes!"

"I wanted to apologize to you directly, but I couldn't contact you. I heard that Mr. Fu had taken over your affairs, so I called him to apologize. Not only did he not accept it, he also refused to let me call you, but the boss called him

I put pressure on myself, meaning that I would take the blame and resign, but at my age, what else can I do if I resign like this?"

The director said, sighing anxiously.

Zhuo Jian also quickly understood what was going on, and just said: "Since it is a misunderstanding, just clear it up."

"You can let me go, but if Mr. Fu doesn't let go, I, the station director, will still have to take the blame and resign!"

The director said.

"Miss Zhuo, no, Mrs. Fu, we, the old couple, are going to beg you with all our faces today. Please tell Mr. Fu for us and spare my husband this time."

The director's wife said that she was about to kneel down to Zhuo Jian. Zhuo Jian was frightened and immediately supported her: "Don't do this."

"Then, can you help us?"

The director’s wife had tears in her eyes.

Zhuo Jian could only nod: "Yes!"

But for a moment, I felt troubled.

If she begs him, he will use his businessman tactics to block her. What will she do then?
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