When she woke up again, she was already lying on the sofa alone.
Zhuo Jian got up and saw that someone was cleaning around him. He rubbed his hair and said hello when the servant looked over: "Good morning!"
"Good morning, madam, the young master has just gone upstairs."
"Ah? Oh!"
Zhuo Jian remembered that she slept in his arms last night and nodded, feeling quite calm.
But the aunt said: "The young master said that the young lady didn't take a shower last night. She should take a shower first when she got up."
"..."
Zhuo Jian looked at the servant stupidly. After a long time, he realized what he was doing and suddenly blushed.
But I have to go to the camera at noon, so I have to wash up.
Zhuo Jian thought this, then looked at the blanket in her arms, folded it up, and carried it upstairs.
She gently pushed the door to the bathroom open. Listening to the sound of running water inside, she slowly raised her eyes, and then...
The scene when he just returned to China reappeared before his eyes, and this time, he had nothing on him, and his wheat-colored, strong body stood in the water.
At that moment, Zhuo Jian suddenly felt something welling up in her body. The next moment she quickly closed the door, turned around, and her eyelashes trembled non-stop.
What's going on?
He is actually washing?
Fu Yanye came out quickly, wiped her hair and said to her, "Wait two minutes."
Zhuo Jian stood there not daring to move, her heartbeat was racing and her brain was shutting down.
He opened the door, wrapped a towel around his waist, and dried his hair.
Zhuo Jian heard the sound of him blowing his hair, subconsciously glanced inside, and then reflexively said, "I'll help you."
Fu Yanye looked at her from the foggy mirror in front, "Are you sure?"
"Isn't it just a blow drying your hair? You should be shorter."
Zhuo Jian hesitated for a moment, but still took the hair dryer.
Fu Yanye couldn't be shorter, but he could make her taller.
With just one hand, he could carry her to the sink and say, "That's it!"
Zhuo Jian was stunned when she held the hair dryer.
he……
He hugged her again?
The scent of mint-flavored shower gel on his body after taking a bath made her a little crazy, and her eyes suddenly didn't know where to look.
"Hurry up, I'm very tired."
He lowered his head and said.
Only then did Zhuo Jian raise her eyes, directly skipping his face and looking at the top of his head.
Fu Yanye stepped back, holding both sides of her body with both hands, and lowered his head so that she could reach it.
Zhuo Jian heard that her heart was throbbing again, and she gently pulled his hair to dry it. She couldn't help but ask herself in her heart: "Zhuo Jian, what are you doing?"
So after her hair was almost done, she turned off the hair dryer, then lowered her eyes and looked away: "Okay!"
Fu Yanye touched his hair and found that it was almost done. He raised his eyes and looked at her: "Do I want to thank you?"
"Ah? No need!"
Zhuo Jian looked at him unconsciously, then shook his head.
"I'd better thank you. I don't like to owe people favors."
Fu Yanye said, very seriously.
Zhuo Jian looked at him with clear eyes, waiting dullly.
Suddenly, I felt my chin being pinched, and then my lips were firmly held by him.
She was holding the hair dryer unconsciously, not daring to take a breath, feeling his kiss as he was slowly turning and sucking her.
His lips were cool, while hers were a little hot.
The lips of the two were entangled, and her throat was accidentally stretched. She opened her mouth when she was almost unable to breathe.
The tip of Fu Yanye's tongue reached her mouth.
At that moment, it seemed like the world was falling apart.
She was a little dizzy and wanted to fall down.
But Fu Yanye's left hand hugged her back.
Zhuo Jian groaned in pain, but immediately regained his senses and raised his hand to push his chest.
There was no hair on his chest, it was cold and still moving.
Zhuo Jian immediately retracted his hand, then hid behind him, turned his face away, and lowered his eyes.
Fu Yanye still wanted to kiss her, but she couldn't.
So the black eyes were so straight, dissatisfied, and even looked at her with some condemnation.
Zhuo Jian didn't dare to raise her eyes and only heard him say: "My sincerity is enough, right?"
Zhuo Jian: "..."
Who wants such sincerity?
Zhuo Jian was a little annoyed, but he didn't dare to refute. He just thought to himself that he would never sympathize with him in the future.
Losing a hand may be painful for ordinary people, but he, Fu Yanye, is not an ordinary person.
It’s a human-faced animal with a heart!
He definitely doesn't know pain or sadness.
Zhuo Jian thought so and lowered his eyes lower.
"I'm going out first, you have a good wash before going out."
Fu Yanye frowned and warned her, then straightened up.
Zhuo Jian didn't dare to look around, because with just a slight movement, she could see the mermaid line on his abdomen.
But Fu Yanye deliberately moved closer to her: "Did you hear that?"
"Listen, I heard it!"
Zhuo Jian was so nervous that he almost suffocated.
Fu Yanye saw that she was so frightened that she left with satisfaction.
Zhuo Jian couldn't help but raise her eyes to look at him, but she could only see his hairy legs under his narrow waist.
After he left the bedroom, she completely relaxed and patted her head: "Zhuo Jian, you must never be stupid again in the future."
Keep a safe distance.
No matter when and where!
She took a bath, and there were new clothes in the cupboard that Wang Yue had ordered her to prepare, but they were all in a long skirt.
Zhuo Jian picked a purple one and put it on. It felt soft, the fabric was very comfortable, and it was warm enough.
It was just a round neck, so she put on a white shirt underneath, just in time to wear it when entering the studio.
After Zhuo Jian changed her clothes and went downstairs, most of the Fu family had already gotten up.
Fu Yanye was drinking coffee at the window and watched Fu Zhengzheng playing chess with the old man. Wang Yue just came out of the kitchen and looked up at the beautiful little girl walking down. He couldn't help but praise: "Look, where did this little star come from?
It’s so beautiful!”
Fu Yanye had already changed into his trousers and shirt. Hearing the sound, he stopped drinking coffee and raised his eyes.
Her waist is already thin, and wearing such dark clothes makes it look even more manageable.
He has a small face, not very round, but it is not an oval face, but his round eyes are particularly eye-catching.
Fu Yanye lowered his eyes silently and continued to watch the chess game, but his heart couldn't help but continue to flutter.
"Mom, good morning!"
Zhuo Jian said hello and walked to Wang Yue. Wang Yue reached out and hugged her hand: "Mom, you have a good taste, right?"
"Yeah! Very good!"
Zhuo Jian nodded and praised with satisfaction and happiness.
"I also prepared a few suits for you and will deliver them right away, so that you don't have to go back and change them. You'll be tired from running around."
Wang Yue said.
Zhuo Jian felt warm in her heart and couldn't help but put her arms around her shoulders and act coquettishly: "Stop being so considerate, I will be spoiled by you."
"She is such a precious wife, if I don't pamper her, who will?"
Wang Yue said, just as he and Zhuo Jian walked to the living room, he glared at Fu Yanye.
Fu Yanye realized that he was talking about him, but he didn't raise his head. This chapter has been completed!