Zhuo Jian looked at his hand and then looked up at him, "Isn't Mr. Fu here to give me pajamas?"
"Um."
Fu Yanye agreed solemnly, wanting to laugh but not daring to.
"Then Mr. Fu's mission is completed. I have received the pajamas. Please let go, Mr. Fu, and then go out and open the door for me. Thank you again."
Zhuo Jian was still angry.
Fu Yanye finally couldn't help but lowered his head and smiled, then the hand holding her pajamas crawled along her pajamas to her hand, and held her thin wrist again.
"Zhuo Jian, I swear, I would say that to my mother just because she also needs reassurance. You should know that my heart is with you."
"Your heart is with me, but isn't it just for doing this?"
"..."
"You are just a thinking animal with your lower body, you were before and you still are now."
Zhuo Jian suddenly felt aggrieved when she remembered that he still wanted to sleep with her after they had such a quarrel before, and he was so indifferent to her feelings.
"I was wronged."
Fu Yanye's eyes were half-squinted, he wanted to be angry but didn't know why, so he had to defend himself, but there was no look of being wronged in his eyes.
"Are you wronged? When you think about it, you will know whether you were wronged or not. You have been eating me to death since you were a child. Do you think this is interesting?"
Zhuo Jian suddenly let go of his pajamas and pushed him away.
She turned around angrily and walked inside, her heart rising and falling with anger.
Fu Yanye held her pajamas and glanced at her, then walked behind her with long legs: "I wonder what my woman can do wrong?"
"You are not wrong. Did I say that you were wrong? I dare not say that Boss Fu, who dominates the business world, is wrong."
Zhuo Jian lowered his eyes and looked at the trash can next to him and retorted, as if the trash can was him.
Fu Yanye licked his lower lip a little anxiously when he saw that she didn't hurt him at all.
Zhuo Jian couldn't hear his voice and asked him in a stubborn tone: "Boss Fu, why are you still standing here? Could it be that you want to watch me take a shower?"
"What if I say yes?"
The thoughts in Fu Yanye's deep eyes were clearly revealed.
Zhuo Jian turned her head to look at him angrily, but unexpectedly, she immediately met his black eyes. She quickly turned her head again, only to feel her heart heaving even more furiously.
Fu Yanye looked at her extremely angry look and sighed helplessly. Each of these words was either Mr. Fu or Big Boss Fu. He wanted to laugh but didn't dare. He moved his thin lips slightly and asked in her ear:
"Then I'll sleep in the guest room, okay? Don't be angry."
"..."
Zhuo Jian lowered her eyelashes and couldn't help but feel a little happy.
The pleasure of winning an argument...
She rarely does.
It's not that she always loses in quarrels, it's just that she never finds happiness in this matter.
He would never have allowed her to make such a noise before. Most of the time, he could do something but never speak.
"But you are going by yourself. What will you do if your son can't see you sad tomorrow morning?"
She tentatively asked him in a low voice.
"Then, I will tell him that the mistress of our family is the eldest. If she wants me to sleep in the guest room, I will sleep in the guest room?"
Fu Yanye took his time and lowered his voice to discuss with her.
Zhuo Jian listened and felt that something was not right.
He just said a few words to her, which made her stupid. When she came back to her senses, she turned to look at him: "What did you say? Didn't you go there yourself?"
"Yes, I am going there myself. That's what I told my son."
"..."
Zhuo Jian listened and became quiet again.
That's good to say.
"But wouldn't I lie to my son by doing this? Will my son be sad if he knows the truth?"
Fu Yanye asked softly again.
Zhuo Jian's ears were buzzing, and she stared at him seriously for a long time, still not figuring out what he meant.
His ink-black eyes looked at her, but they were extremely pious.