Leaving the children to spend the night at the old house, Fu Yanye took Zhuo Jian home.
The car suddenly stopped halfway.
Zhuo Jian turned to look at him doubtfully, "Is the car broken down?"
"I'm going crazy."
Fu Yanye unbuckled his seat belt neatly, turned around and stood in front of her.
There was suddenly silence in the cramped carriage.
Fu Yanye looked at her ambiguously, gently touched her lips with his hand, and asked in a low voice: "Have we ever done it in the car?"
"Do you have?"
Zhuo Jian took a deep breath and pushed himself into the seat, fearing that he would try something bad again.
"Yes or no?"
Fu Yanye got closer.
The strong hormonal smell in the car has almost no place to stay.
Zhuo Jian raised her long eyelashes, looked at him, and asked softly: "You don't want to be here, do you?"
"Why not?"
His hand suddenly clasped the back of her neck and blocked her lips forcefully.
Late at night, on the deserted street.
The drizzle fell from the gaps in the branches, dripping slowly onto the roof of the car under the illumination of the street lights, and then flowed towards the windows.
In the quiet space, Fu Yanye held the back of her neck domineeringly, caressing her lips and teeth.
"Zhuo Jian."
He murmured, his hands loosening the opening of her shirt easily.
"Um?"
"You can't run away this time."
"..."
Zhuo Jian's legs have been weak for a long time. How can he still have the strength to run?
Soon she felt dizzy, and when the seat was quickly put down, Fu Yanye was lying on top of her.
Because he had forgotten all the previous things, this was the first time in a car for him. He was nervous and excited. His gentle kiss was domineering, as if he was declaring his sovereignty.
He wanted to take his time, not wanting to cause a psychological shadow on her like last time, but his body really refused to obey him, and his kisses became more and more violent...
A voice that did not belong to the two people suddenly sounded in the carriage, and it was particularly persistent.
Fu Yanye frowned, it was his mobile phone.
When he just jumped on her, it accidentally slipped and fell down, but he didn't want to pick it up.
"Don't worry about the children."
Zhuo Jian grabbed his arm and reminded him softly.
Fu Yanye thought for a while, then lowered his head to get his phone, but he said solemnly, "You'd better be in an emergency."
Zhuo Jian glanced at him and raised her hand to touch the short hair he had cut for her. It pricked her palm a little.
Fu Yanye lowered his eyes and looked at her lips, kissed her gently, and then heard the words: "I'm on a business trip, you go to the hospital quickly."
——
At eleven o'clock, the two people rushed to the hospital.
Su Bai had just been sent to the ICU after first aid. He was unconscious, haggard and pitiful.
When the subordinates saw Zhuo Jian and Fu Yanye, they quickly nodded and said hello, "Mr. Fu, Mrs. Fu, we really don't dare to go to the Su family, so I have to trouble you."
"Tell me why."
Fu Yanye said these three words lightly and looked straight at the motionless person lying in the ward.
"Zhan Fei is going to marry sister Meimei. When Mr. Su found out, he went to fight. Now Zhan Fei is also lying in another ICU. Zhan Fei's family just came up and threatened to sue us, Mr. Su."
The subordinate who went to fight with Su Bai explained.
Zhan Fei wants to marry Zhang Mingli, does Zhang Mingli agree?
Didn't Zhang Mingliang say he was leaving?
The couple were both confused, but if what the subordinate said was true, Su Bai could indeed do such an impulsive thing.
"Isn't the Zhan family member you're talking about Sister Meimei's mother?"