"You crazy man, psychopath, pervert, I want to divorce you, I want to, um..."

Zhuo Jian looked at him with some fear, from the beginning to the anger, from the voice from the whisper to the shouting,

Warm blood soon spread to the mouth and throat, Zhuo Jian raised his head and was forced to bear the kiss with blood.

I don't know why, nor do I know whose blood it is.

"Try to divorce?"

Fu Yanye had enough kisses, and his thumb rubbed the blood on her lips, intimidating.

"I! Want to divorce! Marriage!"

Zhuo Jian trembled, but he said this with great confidence.

Fu Yanye's dark eyes were cold and fierce. He held her chin the next second, "Say it again."

"I want……"

“…”

There was no verbal impact, but his lips pressed against her lips again, making her painful lips even more painful and making her already intermittent breathing more difficult to continue.

Outside, the rain ruthlessly hit the window behind her.

Inside, he was like a wild beast, forcing her firmly to prevent herself.

"Do you still say it?"

He kissed her and was about to faint before she finally let go of her, gave her some breath, and continued to ask her in a hoarse voice.

"You go back on your word."

Zhuo Jian barely maintained his breathing before he finally said this.

"Back off your word? Who had to stay with me at the beginning? Your patience with me has only been like these for a few years?"

Fu Yanye asked questions.

"you……"

Zhuo Jian couldn't ask.

He remembered it.

He must have remembered it.

"What am I? I originally planned to let you go, but this time I was sick, I realized that I couldn't be a good person at all. I was born to be a tough guy. I will not let you go no matter whether you are happy or not."

“…”

Get ill?

Zhuo Jian looked at him for a long time, but couldn't figure out what disease he was talking about.

"No matter whether you love or hate, I want you to be by my side. It's best to make me happy. If I don't feel happy, you will naturally suffer."

Fu Yanye pinched her slender waist, and his hands were no longer so heavy.

Zhuo Jian was still a little confused.

But the hands on her waist gently stroked her up and down, making her heart irritated.

Finally, she held his hand and said decisively: "You remembered it, are you? You remembered it all, are you?"

She suddenly asked.

She suddenly stared at him and searched in his eyes.

"What do you remember?"

"past."

"There was a little bit, but not all."

"What?"

Zhuo Jian doesn't believe it very much.

After all, he looks like a beast now, and he doesn't look like he was before he had a fever.

"I just suddenly figured it out that happiness is the most important thing."

"What?"

"Zhuo Jian, do you still remember what I was going to do that night?"

His hand pulled away her messy hair and asked her softly.

What he was going to do that night?

Zhuo Jian couldn't remember it for a moment.

He suddenly smiled, leaned his thin lips to her ear, and whispered: "Be you."

Zhuo Jian was thrilled all over and immediately turned his head to look at him. However, he easily clamped her and smiled at her, which made her feel creepy.

"Fu Yanye, you really haven't recovered your memory?"

Zhuo Jian asked him carefully, looking at his clear edges and seeing his facial features that could be seen.

"No."

He seemed to be annoyed, replied, then stared at her, lowered his head and kissed him.

But this time Zhuo Jian hid quickly.

Fu Yanye frowned and looked at her eyes again: "What do you mean?"

"I refuse."

Zhuo Jian looked at him quickly and then lowered his eyes.

Fu Yanye looked at her, pursed his lips slightly, and then chuckled: "I'm used to it."

“…”

Zhuo Jian looked at him in confusion.

"Did you spoil it? I don't care about my feelings. I forgot that I am your husband and a husband who can fulfill the obligations of husband and wife."

He said, and then he leaned into his ears, was he forced, teased, or teased?

Zhuo Jian turned his face and did not look at him, restraining his breathing: "You said you were going to divorce me, so you can't just say nothing if you get a fever."

"It's more than that, but you remember it alone?"

Fu Yanye asked her in a low voice, and his hands continued to move around her shirt.

Zhuo Jian lowered his eyes and looked at his slender and sexy fingers pinching her buttons. His heart trembled, and he immediately raised his hand to hold his strong wrist.

Well, as soon as she held it up, she knew that his power was too strong. If he really came, she would have no choice.

But she could use other methods.

Her pitiful eyes met his eyes looking down at her, "Then what do you want me to remember? Remember your distrust? Or remember your flirting?"

"I didn't remember being in bed..."

He was in her ear, both slow and ambiguous.

Half of Zhuo Jian's face was inexplicably hot, and she thought it must have been red.

It’s time for them to sleep, and they are like this here?

Zhuo Jian looked at him and gradually became less afraid of him. He seemed to have regained his sanity.

I was so angry at that time because I thought she was going to elope with Liu Yuntian. Now he is awake?

So teasing her?

Like the night before he had a fever?

Just want to sleep with her?

Zhuo Jian felt relieved quietly, and his eyes became more and more blatant.

But in Fu Yanye's eyes, he was particularly crazy.

He was about to be unable to hold on and peeled her off.

While she was distracted by his ambiguous hook, she had already opened three buttons of her shirt.

A chill came, and she came to her senses. Then she saw her suspender exposed, raised her hand and pushed him: "Even if you are married, you can't force me."

“I always thought it was a mood.”

“…”

"It's our special way of communication."

"Shameless."

Zhuo Jian was angry and blushed completely.

But Fu Yanye smiled, pinched her chin and raised it gently, and then kissed her again.

It's not like the domineering and arrogant just now, and it's like healing her, but what's healing? The wound on her lips? Or the hurt he hurts just now?

Zhuo Jian pushed his chest with his hand, and then he pressed it into his chest.

This time, the temperature in her palm was filled with his chest, and gradually, her whole body felt hot.

"Baby, you hurt me."

He suddenly murmured, pressing against her forehead, with pain in his voice.

He didn't want her not to know his heart.

He wanted her to know his unhappiness and his pain.

Zhuo Jian was breathing hard, and she had the illusion that he was really hurt.

Just because she left when he had a fever?

He didn't know that she had taken care of him all night?

In fact, if Wang Yue hadn't gone at that time, she wouldn't have left.

But is it a blame for Wang Yue?

Thinking about the fact that the two of them are going to divorce, there is nothing to be surprised about.

Maybe in the future, she and the Fu family will have such a cold relationship. They will only meet and chat because of the child.

"No matter who stops you from now on, you won't leave me, huh?"

“…”

Zhuo Jian didn’t know why his eyes were getting hot because he threw down those two words?

Why did he say that he seemed so pitiful?

"But we're going to get a divorce."

Her hoarse voice lifted.

"I remember one thing."

"What's up?"
Chapter completed!