Chapter 136 Do you like it? The white rose I gave you
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"Fu Yanye, you are simply a devil!"
Zhuo Jian's heart skipped a beat after hearing this, then stood up and scolded him.
The aura of determination in Fu Yanye's eyes made her feel that no matter where she hit him, it would bounce back to her. She began to linger in front of the table, and then angrily glared at him with her big, clear eyes.
Fu Yanye was still sitting there as steady as a mountain, with a slender and beautiful body without any flaws.
Even his cold eyes at this moment made people wonder how there could be such beautiful eyes in the world.
"Sit down and finish your wontons."
Fu Yanye straightened his back again and whispered as he picked up the spoon.
Seeing that he was still so stable, Zhuo Jian was furious: "I will eat whoever I like. I don't care about him."
"Zhuo Jian! Don't make me use force!"
Fu Yanye saw her figure leaving from the corner of his eye.
She left very decisively.
What he hates the most is that she is so decisive in treating him.
After hearing this, Zhuo Jian turned around and glared at him, shouting: "I'm afraid of you!"
But after she yelled, she still turned around and planned to leave.
She even went to the sofa to pick up her coat.
But the thin little body was restrained by the man's strong arms in the next second, and in a blink of an eye, she was thrown on the big bed in her bedroom.
"Are you afraid of me? Huh?"
Why is it that others are afraid and dare not resist, but she resists fiercely?
Zhuo Jian was hurt by him, and her breath was disordered, especially when he pressed on her again. At that moment, all she could do was dance around to resist, but very quickly, he pressed her knees against hers, and then used one hand to
He was pressed on the top of his head by his left hand.
"..."
Zhuo Jian felt that there was anger in his chest, but when his hand reached his right shoulder, he did not dare to touch him.
Why was he the one who lost feeling in his arm, but it was her who felt distressed?
She is the woman who wants to divorce him and has nothing to do with him?
When Zhuo Jian thought of this, his eyes suddenly turned red.
When Fu Yanye saw that she was silent, he lowered his head and wanted to kiss her.
Zhuo Jian reflexively looked away immediately.
But he hasn't kissed her properly recently, and even eating has lost its taste. When sleeping and dreaming, it's all about her gentle little mouth.
After she turned her face away, her outline looked particularly thin, gentle and fragile under the light. Fu Yanye glanced at her and bit her directly.
"Um!"
Zhuo Jian felt pain, closed her eyes and groaned.
Fu Yanye searched for her chin and sucked on her neck, making her breathing more and more difficult. When she finally couldn't help but look back, his lips and tongue easily invaded.
Fu Yanye let go of her hand and couldn't help but touch her small waist.
Touching through fabric is the worst.
That shirt is in the way and an eyesore.
Fu Yanye was so angry that he wanted to eat her just like that.
Zhuo Jian's voice was hoarse and crying: "Can I go eat wontons?"
If she had known better, she would have finished eating obediently and discussed her grandfather's birthday party with him.
Fu Yanye looked at her with tears streaming down her face, sighed helplessly, lay on one side, hugged her, and whispered against her shoulder: "Actually, I hope you will resist until the end."
"I was wrong! I'm going to eat!"
"This way, I can eat you first!"
One of the buttons on his shirt was somehow opened, exposing half of his shoulder, just enough for him to bite.
Zhuo Jian no longer dared to resist. When she followed him back to the dining table, she didn't even raise her head and just ate wontons.
But Fu Yanye couldn't help but keep looking at her and said to her: "Eat slowly!"
Zhuo Jian quickly slowed down, fearing that he would be bitten.
Fu Yanye was as elegant as ever, even when eating wontons.
After dinner, Zhuo Jian took the initiative to ask Ying to wash the dishes because it was inconvenient for Fu Yanye. After washing, he saw Fu Yanye standing on the side, so he stood there as if he was punished: "Didn't you talk about grandpa's birthday banquet?
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"Yeah! Let's go to Starlight for dinner tomorrow night. Let's confirm the menu with the chef after he gets off work."
"good!"
Zhuo Jian lowered his head and agreed, and the little hands behind his back couldn't help but tangle around.
"Go sit down on the sofa and chat?"
Fu Yanye asked her in a deep voice.
Zhuo Jian raised her eyes to look at him, then immediately lowered her eyes and walked towards the living room on her own initiative.
After Fu Yanye sat down, he saw that she was still standing beside her with her hands behind her back. Finally, there was a smile in her dull eyes: "Aren't you going to sit down?"
"I'll just stand! Just tell me."
Zhuo Jian said.
"Want me to ask you to sit down?"
Fu Yanye asked again.
He seemed to be discussing things very well this time, but Zhuo Jian sat next to him with his head lowered.
Her sofa was small, so she tried to stay as far away from him as possible.
Fu Yanye looked at her meaningfully and couldn't help but ask: "Do you eat on time every day?"
Zhuo Jian thought she was hallucinating, so she turned to look at him: "Why do you ask that?"
She also bought stomach medicine yesterday, but she couldn't take it.
"I'm afraid you'll break your bones next time I throw you on the bed."
Fu Yanye said.
Zhuo Jian: "..."
"The guest list for the birthday banquet has been prepared. Now all we have to do is the hotel. Just don't make any mistakes."
Fu Yanye calmly moved to her side and reminded her.
Zhuo Jian felt him approaching and felt that the half of her body next to him was numb. She pretended to be calm and hummed, then raised her buttocks and sat on the armrest of the sofa.
Fu Yanye raised his eyes and grabbed her long hair the next second.
"ah!"
The armrests of the sofa were a little slippery, so when she leaned towards him, she landed directly on his legs.
Zhuo Jian quickly seemed to have fallen into a frying pan and wanted to jump out immediately, but unfortunately he could hold her tightly with one hand: "This part of the task seems simple, but in fact it is very difficult to complete. Some guests are not satisfied with some materials.
It's allergic, so you need to remind them to write down all the ingredients clearly."
The man's hormonal breath hovered in her ears. Zhuo Jian grabbed one of his fingers and tried to move his hand away from her, but Fu Yanye held her tightly from behind and moved her chin ambiguously.
He leaned on her shoulder and continued to whisper: "Did you hear what I said?"
"I heard it, let me go!"
Zhuo Jian's voice became hoarse.
"Ajan!"
He suddenly called out softly and hugged her hand.
Zhuo Jian was startled by this sound.
Fu Yanye looked at her face that was starting to turn red and asked her, "Do you like it?"
Zhuo Jian was even more stunned, and her heart was in a state of confusion.
What do you like?
She couldn't help but turn her head to look at him little by little, trying to read what he meant in his eyes.
"White rose!"
Fu Yanye reminded.
Zhuo Jian suddenly felt her heart beat like thunder, and then she lowered her head again. Unable to pull his hand away, she could only murmur: "Let me go first."
"Do you like it or not? Are the gifts from those people better, or are the gifts from me more popular with you?"
Fu Yanye couldn't help but continue to question her.
I heard that she kept all the roses he gave her in a vase and placed them in the corner of her desk.
If she was so indifferent to him, why would she keep the roses he gave her?
"Tell me, okay?"
It's that pleading tone. This chapter has been completed!