The door was quickly closed. Fu Yanye walked to the living room and sat on the sofa domineeringly. He looked at the woman standing on the side with his dark eyes, "Have you forgotten what you just said?"
Zhuo Jian raised his eyes and met his gaze.
What did you just say?
"without."
She lowered her eyes, naturally knowing what he was referring to.
Fu Yanye put his long arms on the back of the sofa and looked at her expectantly.
Zhuo Jian suddenly felt at a loss.
Please him, make him happy, and she can see the children.
She put her bag on the sofa next to her.
Now it seems that this place belongs to him.
She walked up to him, spread her legs and sat on his knees, held his shoulders with her hands, lowered her eyes and kissed him.
Fu Yanye avoided it with disgust, frowned and reminded: "I don't like this atmosphere."
"What, the atmosphere?"
Zhuo Jian asked him doubtfully.
"You should be very good at seducing men, do you still need me to teach you?"
"..."
Facing his naked humiliation, Zhuo Jian endured the heartbreaking pain and looked at him, not knowing how to speak for a moment.
"Forget it, since you are not sincere."
Fu Yanye said, grabbing her waist and trying to push her away.
Zhuo Jian was anxious, so he immediately held his face and kissed him regardless.
"..."
I don't know whose heart it is, it seems like it's about to jump out.
Fu Yanye felt the sweet taste and moved his thin lips slightly.
Zhuo Jian's tongue was a little clumsy, but her hands were very nimble and she quickly unbuttoned his shirt.
Fu Yanye grabbed her hand, sucked her lips twice, then reluctantly let go, and then looked at her breathlessly: "I let you kiss me."
Zhuo Jian didn't want to argue with him and wanted to continue kissing him.
But Fu Yanye threw her on the sofa: "Take off your own clothes first."
Zhuo Jian was thrown so hard that his vision went dark, but he quickly took off his sweater obediently.
Fu Yanye looked at her, and suddenly a fire started to rise up. He didn't care much, grabbed a pair of her wrists to prevent her from messing around anymore, lowered his head and sucked her slender swan neck away.
Only dark lights were turned on in the room. Zhuo Jian looked at the unfamiliar environment and gradually became confused.
But thinking of the children, she hugged him tightly again.
The night and breathing are entangled. In the spacious sofa, I don't know who will sink first.
Afterwards, he got up and told her before leaving: "See you tomorrow night."
"Why tomorrow night?"
Zhuo Jian huddled weakly on the sofa and asked him.
"How about the day after tomorrow? Or tomorrow next month?"
Fu Yanye made an irresistible threat.
Zhuo Jian: "..."
He left quickly, and she huddled on the sofa covered with her coat.
There was no time to worry about the soreness on her body, and the several light hickeys on her neck were not covered by her long hair. She was extremely embarrassed and weak.
She hugged herself, feeling a little exhausted.
He had the final say in everything, but she was just at his mercy, even...
She felt like a machine for him to vent.
Her body felt chilly, and she hugged herself tighter.
Outside the window were the lights of thousands of houses, but inside the window was dead silence.
I don't know how long it took, but the door was opened from the outside.
She was already drowsy as she huddled there, and opened her eyes when she heard the noise.
Up to this moment, she still had fantasies about him bringing the children to meet her.
"Orange?"
She murmured and tried to open her eyes.
How could she forget that he became so heartless that he even ignored his own son?
It's Yuan Man, Chang Xia, and an aunt.
The aunt carried a bag of things and went upstairs. Yuan Man and Chang Xia brought new clothes to her, "Mrs. Madam, are you okay?"