"Can't you tell me? Auntie's reason has been exposed. You can't think of anything else, right?"
Fu Yanye chuckled and immediately unbuttoned her pants.
Zhuo Jian nervously grabbed his strong hands: "I, my stomach hurts."
Fu Yanye smiled: "Oh? You've made up all these reasons. I'm not a doctor, right?"
"It's really painful. It's been for several days. Maybe there's something wrong with my stomach."
Zhuo Jian grabbed his hand and forced tears from his eyes.
Only then did Fu Yanye look at her squarely, got off her body and stood on one side, and gently placed his hand on her lower abdomen: "Tell me where it hurts."
Zhuo Jian felt his warm palm pressing on her lower abdomen and trembled hard.
He probably didn't know what he was touching now.
Zhuo Jian knew the feeling of stomach pain. She had experienced it more than once, so she pressed his hand and said to him: "This is it."
Fu Yanye looked at her painful expression and couldn't help but become nervous. Could she have enteritis, or could it be something more serious?
Suddenly remembering the cause of her mother's death, and thinking that she had been very haggard recently, couldn't eat a few mouthfuls, and wanted to vomit, he immediately got up and said: "Go to the hospital."
"Go to the hospital?"
Zhuo Jian was stunned and raised her head to see him getting dressed in a hurry. When her cervical vertebra hurt, she lay back down again, but her heart was trembling.
Why are you going to the hospital in the middle of the night?
"Yes! Let's go for a check-up. I'll call the doctor at home and ask him to arrange it right away."
"What kind of check-up are you doing in the middle of the night? It's just gastroenteritis. Just take some medicine and it'll be fine."
Zhuo Jian had no choice but to get up. Seeing that he had already gone to look for formal clothes, she frowned helplessly, thinking that she would have known better that it was because of gastrointestinal discomfort.
"Fu Yanye, I, I'm fine."
She could no longer deceive him.
Once I went to the hospital, everything was probably exposed.
It's better to think of another way.
Fu Yanye stopped taking the clothes and turned to look at her, "Okay?"
Zhuo Jian lowered her eyebrows in embarrassment and nodded, "Yeah!"
Fu Yanye walked back again and asked, "What's going on?"
"I don't want to!"
"..."
Fu Yanye closed the cupboard door and angrily stood on the edge of the bed with his hands on his hips and looked at her.
He should have known she was faking it a long time ago.
I just don't want to do it with him.
But when my wife is pregnant, is there any reason not to do it?
Fu Yanye went to the bed again, lay down next to her, put his arms under her pillow, and called her: "Lie down here."
Zhuo Jian glanced at him reluctantly and asked him, "Can you refuse?"
"How many rejections do you think I can tolerate from you in one night?"
"..."
Zhuo Jian lay down silently and rested her head on his arm.
"Put it all down. How did I teach you? Have you forgotten?"
Fu Yanye couldn't feel the weight and reminded her.
Zhuo Jian simply lay down on it and thought, I'll just crush you to death.
Fu Yanye turned around and hugged her, and even put his long legs on top of her.
He has a great figure, but he is tall and has long legs. Zhuo Jian felt like he was being crushed to death, and his face suddenly turned pale.
Fu Yanye murmured: "Sleep."
"pain."
"Um?"
"You pressed me."
"I've pressed you a lot."
Having said that, I still put my legs down when turning off the lights.
Zhuo Jian waited silently, and soon heard heavy breathing.
She couldn't help but look up at him and found that he was already fast asleep.
But she couldn't sleep.
She looked at the roof and counted sheep for a while, then quietly got out of bed when he turned over.
I found a nightgown, put it on, and quietly left the house.
She just wanted to find a window to get some air, but she didn't expect the old lady to get up in the middle of the night to drink water.
The old lady listened to the movement and stood at the top of the stairs: "Jian Jian?"
Zhuo Jian went downstairs, and the grandfather and grandson put on their coats and hats, and sat at the door blowing the wind and talking.
It snowed outside for some reason, so she slept on the sofa and caught a cold the next morning.
When Fu Yanye got up in the morning, he saw her sleeping on the sofa, shivering with cold, and gritted his teeth angrily, but he finally carried her to bed.
But she had been sneezing under the quilt all morning, and Fu Yanye stood by the bed and watched, wanting to disinfect her whole body.
Of course, it really disappeared in the end.
Zhuo Jian couldn't help but frown as he smelled the disinfectant all over his body, and then sneezed even more fiercely.
"Hey, what does this smell like?"
Wang Yue heard that Zhuo Jian was ill and came to see him. As soon as he walked in and smelled the smell, he opened the door wide for them. Then he shouted at the door: "Hurry up and ventilate the eldest young master's room."
Fu Yanye stood by the bed, looked at it, and said, "It's just disinfectant."
Wang Yue couldn't help but slap him hard: "Spray disinfectant on your wife, you are crazy, get out of here quickly."
Fu Yanye: "..."
He still felt it was unreal until he was kicked out.
That's his mother.
He was actually kicked out.
So he turned around and entered the study.
Fu Zhengzheng was reading documents while wearing gold-rimmed glasses. He raised his eyes when he heard the voice, and then hummed: "You got up early enough."
"You have to continue to put pressure on her about the wedding."
"What did you say?"
Fu Zhengzheng pretended not to hear.
"She doesn't want a wedding."
"I know, the whole world has seen it. Not only does she not want the wedding, she also doesn't want you."
Fu Zhengzheng pointed out the question.
Fu Yanye crossed his arms and walked to the window, leaning against the window lattice and looking outside.
It's snowing again!
Fu Yanye looked a little depressed as he looked at the snow outside.
Fu Zhengzheng continued while reading the documents: "It's easy to hold a wedding, but son, have you ever thought that if you can't win her heart, your marriage will only be in pieces after the wedding."
Loose sand?
Fu Yanye didn’t believe it!
It’s not that she doesn’t love him!
He can feel it!
"Don't feel too good about yourself. Once a girl loses confidence in the partner she admires, some will turn around and marry someone else."
Fu Zhengzheng couldn't hear his son's explanation, so he turned to look at him and reminded him.
"She dares?"
Fu Yanye finally spoke, but he was still so arrogant.
"Huh! You'll know when the time comes!"
Fu Zhengzheng thought to himself, you still know too little.
How many lovers have ended up with someone else in the blink of an eye?
We were so in love once, but once we turned around, it was over.
In Fu Zhengzheng's view, Zhuo Jian was already in love, otherwise there would be nothing wrong with his son.
The Fu family naturally wanted to organize this wedding.
But what about after the wedding?
Fu Zhengzheng thought for a while and suggested to him, "Let's arrange a marriage proposal first."
When Fu Yanye heard the proposal, he turned to look at his father.
——
After breakfast, Fu Yanye took her to the TV station. The two of them had their own thoughts and said nothing along the way. Until they arrived in front of the TV station, Fu Yanye thought she would get off the car impatiently, but found that she didn't, so he turned to look at her.
Ask her: "Is something wrong?"
Zhuo Jian nodded, looked at him and avoided him, whispering: "I booked a flight for the afternoon."