"She didn't say anything. I have eyes and can see."
Fu Yanye reminded her, pushed her hand away, turned around and left.
Wang Rui stood outside and immediately lowered his head when he saw the look Fu Yanye gave him when he came out.
Fu Yanye withdrew his murderous eyes and walked away coldly and arrogantly with his long legs.
But Lin Ruxiang suddenly collapsed at the door.
Su Bai and Yan Zheng had some guesses about the conversation she had just had with Fu Yanye, but they were still not sure.
Lin Ruxiang turned her head, her eyes filled with tears but she still managed to look at them with a smile, and asked, "Why is he willing to leave me? Why is he willing to make me so sad? Is he kidding me?"
Su Bai told her before leaving: "We don't know much about you, but we did see Yan Ye wearing a wedding ring on her hand just now."
After Su Bai and Yan Zheng went out, they saw Wang Rui standing at the wall. Yan Zheng only said to him: "If I were you, I would never let her pester other men again."
Wang Rui couldn't help but laugh bitterly after hearing this.
He probably owed Lin Ruxiang in his previous life.
After everyone else left, he walked over helplessly. Seeing her sitting on the ground in grief, he leaned against the wall and stayed with her quietly.
Fu Yanye drove home, the only sound in the huge courtyard was the wind.
The room was quiet and warm. He closed the door gently and walked quietly to the bed with his long legs.
She had fallen asleep, but she left the warm light on his side.
Fu Yanye's slender body bent down, his long arms gently pressed against the edge of the bed, he came close to her face, and kissed her gently.
The chaos and falsehood outside seemed to have nothing to do with him anymore. He quietly took off his clothes and lay beside her, taking her into his arms.
The night was very long, and when he found her delicate body in his arms, he didn't necessarily do that.
Just seeing her sleeping so peacefully in his arms made him feel satisfied.
But when will she love him as much as she once did?
——
When Zhuo Jian woke up the next morning, she only felt a sore neck. After opening her long eyelashes, she saw a familiar chest. Her heartbeat accelerated. She raised her head reflexively and saw clearly the man who was sleeping with her in his arms. She was even more excited.
My heart is about to beat out.
When did he come back?
And he actually slept so peacefully after he came back?
Didn't you offend her at all?
How could she sleep in his arms? Did she get in by herself?
Zhuo Jian thought that she might have taken the initiative. After all, she had been obsessed with his beauty for so many years, so she wanted to leave quietly before he noticed.
As a result, as soon as he turned around, the person was pulled back into his arms.
Fu Yanye hugged her from behind, his voice hoarse as if he hadn't woken up, "Sleep a little longer."
Zhuo Jian didn't dare to move and replied: "Let me check my phone."
Fu Yanye continued to hold her in his arms and wanted to sleep for a while. Zhuo Jian stretched out his arm to hook up the phone, secretly breathed a sigh of relief and turned it on.
In fact, she didn't know what to see and no one sent her a message.
The hot body temperature on her back did not belong to her, and it always reminded her to be calm, to be rational, and never to offend him.
To divert her attention, she opened Weibo.
The above piece of news about him made her subconsciously click on it.
The president of the Fu Group had a close relationship with his ex-girlfriend at a nightclub before his wedding.
The photo was taken when he was holding Lin Ruxiang's shoulder. It looked like they were really inseparable.
Zhuo Jian suddenly realized that he was not going to see Su Bai yesterday, but to see Lin Ruxiang.
Last night, Lin Ruxiang was waiting outside the old house in the rain. It was not the old lady who was waiting, but him. In the end, he was reluctant to let Lin Ruxiang wait outside. Did he still think that Lin Ruxiang was a terminally ill patient? So he loved her especially
?
What about her, Zhuo Jian?
He is still holding her in his arms now, but last night...
Zhuo Jian suddenly resisted and wanted to take his hand away from her body, but Fu Yanye suddenly came up and put his chin on her forehead. He accidentally glanced at her mobile phone, and then took out his long arm from the quilt,
Holding her phone, she read the message clearly.
He was still holding her with great strength, and he had a conditioned reflex not to let the woman in his arms resist, but that Weibo post made her face suddenly turn cold.
"That's not what it says."
Fu Yanye subconsciously explained to the woman in his arms.
"Can you let me go first?"
She was held so tightly by him that she could hardly breathe.
Fu Yanye looked down at her angry face and slowly let go of her reluctantly.
Zhuo Jian immediately sat up, lifted the quilt and got out of bed.
Fu Yanye immediately chased after him, "I said it wasn't like what they wrote."
"You want to say that you and Lin Ruxiang have never met? Is that photo a composite?"
Zhuo Jian asked him back.
Fu Yanye frowned, the feeling of not being trusted made him very unhappy.
"That photo is real, but I have not lost any connection with Lin Ruxiang."
Fu Yanye let go of her and put his hands on his hips unhappily.
Zhuo Jian nodded after hearing this: "Oh!"
oh?
Fu Yanye saw her walking past, heading towards the bathroom. In view of her locking the door last night, he followed her.
Zhuo Jian stood at the door and turned to look at him, "Young Master Ye, I want to use the toilet."
Fu Yanye: "..."
"If you want to use it, please queue up."
Zhuo Jian looked at him straight in the eyes, and after entering, he closed the door from the inside and locked it completely.
Fu Yanye: "..."
The look in her eyes just now seemed to be calling him a scumbag and unworthy of sharing the same toilet with her.
Fu Yanye stood outside upset. A minute passed and she didn't come out.
"Fu Yanye, please go farther."
Her shouts came from inside again.
Fu Yanye didn't say a word and subconsciously leaned against the wall, feeling that she didn't know whether he had left or not.
Zhuo Jian finally got out. When she came out, she saw him still standing there. She blushed angrily and asked him, "Why are you so close?"
“How far does it take to get in line?”
Fu Yanye asked her back unhurriedly, with deep hostility in his eyes.
Zhuo Jian ignored him and only reminded him: "Hurry up, I need to wash up."
Fu Yanye snorted and walked in without closing the back door.
Zhuo Jian turned her head reflexively after hearing the sound, and the next second she immediately reached out and closed the door for him.
The sound of the door closing was loud!
Fu Yanye chuckled, and his mood suddenly improved.
But then the two of them couldn't deal with each other.
Zhuo Jian deliberately avoided him while washing, but Fu Yanye deliberately came closer.
Zhuo Jian glared at him angrily in the mirror while brushing his teeth.
Fu Yanye looked at the tricky girl's face in the mirror, turned around and kissed her hard on the face.
Zhuo Jian: "..."
She just washed her face.
Staring at him with disgust, he raised his hand and wiped it.
Fu Yanye watched and brushed his teeth while leaning closer.
Zhuo Jian held the toothbrush in his mouth and pushed his chest hard with both hands.
As a result, the toothbrush fell to the ground.
Then someone kissed her face tightly.
A face full of toothpaste.
Zhuo Jian looked down at the toothbrush that was still vibrating on the ground, and looked up at him angrily. When he wanted to speak, he found that his mouth was full of foam, so he could only pick up the toothbrush, rinse his mouth, and then wash the toothbrush.
Seeing that she was so angry that she still didn't scold him, Fu Yanye unconsciously came closer and whispered: "Don't take it if it falls on the floor. There are new ones in the drawer."
"If you drop something on the ground, you don't want it..."
Zhuo Jian turned around and looked at him fiercely again.
Fu Yanye...
Does the look in her eyes mean that she is going to lose him too?
Zhuo Jian washed her face again, and Fu Yanye brushed her teeth slowly beside her. He watched her immediately tear up a piece of paper and give it to her after washing her face.
Zhuo Jian looked at it with disgust, but still took it and wiped his face gently.
Fu Yanye handed her another skin care product, bottles in the correct order.
After receiving it, Zhuo Jian couldn't help but look at him and said, "Young Master Ye is very familiar with women's things!"
"..."
Fu Yanye's hand holding the eyebrow pencil paused, and he reflexively raised his eyes to look at the girl who was looking at him inquiringly in the mirror.
Her look was another misunderstanding.
"Yes, I have bought them for many women."
Fu Yanye said calmly.
"I don't think I bought it for many women, but I used it with them, right?"
"..."
Zhuo Jian said and took away the eyebrow pencil, but when she was about to draw it, someone suddenly lifted her waist up.
"I think your mouth is in need of a kiss!"
Fu Yanye held her face as he spoke. Looking at her delicate red eyes, his heart suddenly felt hot to death. When his dark eyes saw her gentle lips, he could no longer restrain himself, and his thin lips curled up.
When you kiss, you plunder forcefully.
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