How could she, a woman, get married in such a den as Zhan's house?
"Then, let Brother Rui and the others help when the time comes?"
"Hmm. It's probably inconvenient for her to have close contact with her right now. Let's find someone to pay attention to her movements."
"good."
Zhuo Jian looked up at him and suddenly felt that he was really nice.
With his advice, she seemed to be able to feel at ease about everything.
Fu Yanye looked down at her, "What?"
"fine."
Zhuo Jian smiled and shook his head, unwilling to tell him his inner thoughts.
"fine?"
Fu Yanye's eyes were half-squinted and he suddenly kissed her neck.
Zhuo Jian moved aside itchingly. Fu Yanye hugged her tightly from behind, bent her thin legs, and held her ankles, "Are you still feeling uncomfortable?"
"I take Chinese medicine almost every night recently, and I feel nothing."
Zhuo Jian replied to him.
Fu Yanye held her ankle and massaged it, but didn't speak for a long time.
How could he compensate for the suffering he had made her suffer?
Zhuo Jian noticed something strange about him and asked him: "What are you thinking about?"
Fu Yanye looked at her with dark eyes, then put his chin on her shoulder, "Go over."
The large bedroom became quiet, the soft bed was neatly arranged, and the two people on the sofa held each other and looked at each other tenderly.
"Did you remember that?"
Zhuo Jian's voice was softer than before.
"No, I've been thinking recently. I can't remember what happened in those years. Could it be because I did too many things that I'm sorry for you?"
Fu Yanye told her softly.
Zhuo Jian looked at him doubtfully, and then gradually understood what he meant. He felt sorry for her.
Zhuo Jian turned her face to his heart and said, "Stop thinking about it, it's all over."
"You really don't blame me anymore?"
Fu Yanye asked her.
"Why do you blame me? Do you blame you for being paranoid about Lin Ruxiang's love? That actually has nothing to do with you. We can't control other people's brains. It's just the kid who left..."
Zhuo Jian thought about what Sheng Xin told her later, no matter where the dead child came from, it was still a living little life.
And what about Lin Ruxiang?
She disappeared without a trace.
It's the fake Lin Ruxiang who is causing trouble.
Zhuo Jian thought for a while, then looked up at him, "Tell me, was it Lin Ruxiang who came to us in a wheelchair that time?"
"It's Ruxiang who falsely accused you in front of reporters today."
Fu Yanye replied to her.
Zhuo Jian looked at him and found that he had thought of everything.
The two of them rarely communicate about other people's matters, and they don't communicate much about their own matters.
Now like this, she feels...
very nice.
She lay in his arms again and whispered: "Fu Yanye."
"Um?"
"Hold me tighter."
She wants a very tight hug.
"Do you want more?"
Fu Yanye hugged her and whispered.
In the dim space, Zhuo Jian raised her head curiously from his arms.
Immediately afterwards, the vision became darker, and then his lips were kissed gently.