Zhuo Jian felt something warm on her waist. If it weren't for the fact that she was awake, she would have really doubted whether she was being held by this person like this, because he looked like an iceberg.
"You just think too much."
She lowered her head and didn't look at him, but she said these words stubbornly.
Fu Yanye held her waist a little harder.
Zhuo Jian twisted twice, raised her eyes and glared at him: "Can you please be gentle? I'm pregnant."
The strength in Fu Yanye's hand immediately weakened, but there was hatred and resentment in his eyes.
She even yelled at him and even cried in grievance.
Isn't he aggrieved?
My heart and eyes were all about her, but what did she say to me?
Does he need her to give him freedom?
Zhuo Jian put her hand behind her back and tried to pry his hand away, but in the end he let him squeeze her hand, and he soon put her down on the sofa.
Fu Yanye turned over and pressed her inside to prevent her from falling. He looked at her with black eyes for a moment. Seeing how angry her eyes were, he moved his eyes downwards. The tip of her nose was gentle, and her small mouth made her even more...
He couldn't help but seal it.
Zhuo Jian: "..."
Fu Yanye suddenly took her lips in his mouth and sucked them gently.
Zhuo Jian's mind was empty, why did he kiss her at this time?
Her hands pushed hard on his shoulders, but after pushing for a long time, it still had no effect.
He bent her knees and looked up at her: "You want to leave, don't you?"
"Um!"
Zhuo Jian was speechless and very vague.
"I won't let you go? Zhuo Jian, don't even think about coming and going freely."
He bit her lip once, and when he let go, he said this, then grabbed her lips again, and then sucked slowly.
Zhuo Jian felt like her breath was being taken away, but the sofa was so soft that she almost fell into it and couldn't push him away.
Fu Yanye kissed her on the sofa and his lips were almost swollen. He didn't know how many minutes had passed, but he still hadn't left. He just buried his face in her neck and whispered, "Do you still want to leave?"
"Um!"
Zhuo Jian murmured vaguely, but it actually meant pain, not a promise.
Who knew that as soon as she hummed, Fu Yanye slowly sucked the skin on her neck again. It hurt so much that she hummed several times before he let go and asked her, "Do you still want to leave?"
"Fu Yanye, you bastard!"
She scolded him.
Fu Yanye was not annoyed. Nothing irritated him more than knowing that she had booked her own flight. He raised his eyes to look at her, seeing her blurry eyes from crying, and murmured: "I don't plan to be a good person anymore.
"
"..."
Zhuo Jian looked at him blankly, not understanding.
"Just be an asshole."
Fu Yanye said.
Zhuo Jian sniffed and looked at him, feeling as if she was being pushed into a dark pit.
Did she say the wrong thing again?
I won’t dare to scold him anymore.
Zhuo Jian wanted to cry, but she was afraid that he would torture her again, so she could only hold back, but soon she was so suffocated that she couldn't breathe.
When he found himself crying, he immediately covered his mouth with the back of his hand.
Seeing her like that, Fu Yanye got up from her, sat down and opened the drawer and took out an unopened box of cigarettes, opened it and smoked one from inside.
However, considering that pregnant women are not suitable for smoking second-hand smoke, he lit it with a lighter and stood up.
Zhuo Jian slowly got up from the sofa, wiped her tears and watched him go to the kitchen. As soon as her mind moved, she got up and wanted to run away.
But before she reached the door, she suddenly heard a ding.
Then the whole person stopped.
Fu Yanye walked out of the kitchen unhurriedly with long legs, only holding a mobile phone and cigarettes in his hands.
He shook the phone screen towards her, put the hand holding the cigarette to his lips, took a deep drag on the cigarette, exhaled the weak smoke, and reminded her coldly, "I forgot before.
Let me tell you, a few days ago I was bored and bound the door lock to my mobile phone."
Zhuo Jian: "..."
For a moment, she was in a dilemma.
She also had a bag on her shoulder.
Anyone who is not blind must know that she is leaving.
This was not the first time Fu Yanye had seen her like this, so he turned around and entered the kitchen again.
After seeing him leave, Zhuo Jian unconsciously leaned forward, wanting to go to the door, but then she was afraid that he would suddenly turn back, so she went through several mental struggles back and forth, her eyes subconsciously looking at the door lock.
She wasn't even sure she could open it now.
It was their wedding anniversary before, but now?
And the door lock controlled by his mobile phone is not like the high-tech in the movie. It keeps ringing when she touches it...
The more Zhuo Jian thought about it, the more frustrated he became, and finally he stood there with his head down.
Anyway, I won’t be able to leave this afternoon, and my ticket will be refunded now, which makes me feel sad.
Zhuo Jian's cell phone rang. She took it out and looked at it. It was Ouyang Ping.
As soon as she got through, she heard Ouyang Ping ask, "Are you going to come back today?"
"Um!"
Zhuo Jian agreed.
"Well, Li Yuqing called and said that you two...what, he is a little worried that you and your wife will get into trouble."
Ouyang Ping said again, very tactfully.
"Did he call you? Tell her that we are fine. Even if something happens, it's not because of him."
"Hehe, that's what I said."
Ouyang Ping laughed.
The two chatted for a few words and then hung up the phone. Zhuo Jian was still standing there, forgetting to move again.
Fu Yanye came out with yogurt pudding. Looking at her, she looked like she had been made to stand when she was a child. As he walked to the living room, he called her, "Yoghurt pudding, do you want to eat it?"
Zhuo Jian turned to look at the living room and saw that he had already sat down. After thinking about it, she walked back.
Fu Yanye took a spoon and took a mouthful, then nodded in approval before looking up at her.
Zhuo Jian also looked directly at him.
Didn't you ask her if she wanted to eat?
Why did he eat it by himself?
"Oh! I thought you wouldn't be interested in eating my food."
"..."
Zhuo Jian didn't know what to say for a moment.
Remembering that he had bullied her before, she was about to stand up and plan to give him a pretty back, but Fu Yanye suddenly brought the crystal bowl with pudding in front of her, "Na!"
Zhuo Jian: "..."
One bite missing.
Fu Yanye held it with one hand and stared at her with black eyes, "Do you think it's dirty?"
Zhuo Jian: "..."
Of course it's not that they are dirty, they just drank each other's saliva.
I just feel unhappy.
"Okay, I'll eat it myself."
Fu Yanye thought to himself, I don't even dislike you.
Seeing that he really wanted to eat it himself, Zhuo Jian immediately reached out and took it, "I don't mind it."
Fu Yanye took his hand back and slowly leaned back on the sofa, watching her eat the pudding he made.
"Aren't you afraid that I'll poison it?"
He clasped his hands together and gently rubbed the finger joints of his right hand up and down with his left hand.
Zhuo Jian raised his eyes and looked at him, "I have your seed in my belly now, unless..."