"Zhuo Jian, you are a bad student."
Fu Yanye narrowed his black eyes and called her, getting closer to her.
"How did I learn so badly? Tell me quickly, did you see it?"
Zhuo Jian was a little nervous due to his sudden and ambiguous approach, but she could continue to look at him even after taking a breath and asked him slyly.
"No."
"No? Really?"
Zhuo Jian deliberately spoke slowly and studied deeply.
Fu Yanye looked at her and suddenly realized that maybe she wasn't angry just now.
Just thinking about something?
After Fu Yanye realized this, he smiled and said, "In that case, men usually want women, but you know I have mysophobia."
"..."
Zhuo Jian looked at him questioningly.
"I was already dazzled until..."
He suddenly stopped and looked at her with ambiguity in his dark eyes.
"..."
Zhuo Jian heard her heart pounding again.
Until what?
It's really annoying to say half of the words.
"until......"
"Got home!"
Zhuo Jian suddenly thought of what happened later that night, and suddenly understood that he was hesitant to speak. He glanced at the numbers in front of him, and even though they were blurry, he immediately interrupted him.
Fu Yanye saw her blushing and continued to push her against the wall without moving.
Zhuo Jian raised her hands and couldn't push him away, so she had to look at him again, blushing and begging: "Stop making trouble."
"Am I making a fuss? I'm just stating a fact to my wife."
Fu Yanye was even more frank, but after saying this, he looked at her lips.
Zhuo Jian was a little uncomfortable with his short hair, and even felt that he was too majestic, so she didn't dare to argue with him. Anticipating what he wanted to do next, she lowered her voice in frustration and reminded him: "The children are waiting for us at home.
"
"That's why I'm not in a hurry to go back."
Fu Yanye looked at her lips and didn't want to wait any longer.
Finally, the hand grasped her chin.
The light in the elevator was still bright enough for him to see her seductive lips clearly, and then his dark eyes gradually became solemn.
Zhuo Jian was kissed by him, her hands clenched into fists on his heart unconsciously, and she forgot to breathe.
Fu Yanye kissed her again, but when she saw that she still didn't respond, he started to kiss her lips.
Why can't he stop kissing her?
Fu Yanye thought that he must have tasted her goodness countless times.
So, I can’t quit.
He couldn't help but kiss her more and more domineeringly. Zhuo Jian finally couldn't help but snorted. The little hand clenched in his heart gradually opened wider, and then grabbed the fabric of his heart.
His kiss was gradual, and then he started to plunder forcefully.
Zhuo Jian still couldn't keep up with his rhythm.
Or, never keep up.
Soon she became dizzy and confused.
Fu Yanye held her face and kissed her, then hugged her waist and kissed her.
He didn't even want to restrain himself, so he asked her in a deep and hoarse voice while letting her breathe: "Would you like to sleep with me tonight?"
"Um."
Zhuo Jian answered confusedly.
"Zhuo Jian, you are mine."
As Fu Yanye said this, he put his hand inside her shirt.
"Fu Yanye."
"Call husband."
Fu Yanye forced her, not letting her hands control him, but ordered her more domineeringly.
Zhuo Jian was a bit like an ant on a hot pot. When he kissed her neck, she turned her head and said, "Fu Yanye, this is the elevator."
Chapter completed!