But the people in the car still had the same posture, even more ambiguous.
The car window was closed, and the golden light in the rear compartment shone brightly and dimly on the two people.
"You seem unhappy that Mu Handong married her?"
The man asked in a jealous and provocative voice, holding in his hand the woman's slim waist.
"Why are you acting like this suddenly?"
Zhuo Jian looked at his sour look and really didn't understand.
"Answer me first, are you unhappy that Mu Handong marries her?"
"No, what does it have to do with me?"
Zhuo Jian was about to laugh, and had to hold it back to prevent him from crushing her tiny waist.
"It has nothing to do with you? Then why did you look like that just now?"
Fu Yanye frowned, obviously confused.
"What expression? I'm just surprised. She was originally going to marry a handsome young teacher, but suddenly she was married to Mu Handong. And Mu Handong, have you forgotten? You used to trick him into building a Hope Primary School."
"Um?"
Fu Yanye was even more confused.
Zhuo Jian gently pushed his shoulders with her small hands, slowly sat up, looked at the still angry man in front of her, and explained softly: "We all hate him, he and we are not on the same side."
"..."
Fu Yanye continued to express doubts.
"So you just got jealous for no reason before you understood anything?"
Zhuo Jian spoke softly, but his eyes were full of curiosity and there was no hiding it.
Fu Yanye looked at her with a sullen face, subconsciously wanting to deny it, but looking at the way she grabbed his pigtails, he said bluntly, "Why am I jealous? You are my wife, what do you do with other men who remember so clearly?
"
"..."
Not only was he jealous, but he also planned to bully her indiscriminately.
"Anyway..."
"Give it to you."
Zhuo Jian wanted to avoid the physical pain, so she sent the rose in her hand to him.
Fu Yanye frowned even more. She was already very angry because she remembered something about Mu Handong, but now she took out this flower. Suddenly, the scene of the man conjuring this flower to make her happy appeared in front of her eyes again.
Seeing his disgusted look, Zhuo Jian suddenly remembered that he had mysophobia and immediately retracted: "I won't give it to you."
"Send me a rose that another man gave you? Zhuo Jian, can you be more perfunctory?"
"ah?"
"Throw it away."
Fu Yanye grabbed it and opened the car window again, but closed it again after only a few seconds.
"..."
Zhuo Jian only saw his hand move back, and then there was nothing.
The carriage was already dark, but his sour appearance suddenly made people feel...
Well, it's a little cute.
The wind outside didn't seem to be as strong as before, it was much smoother, but when it blew in, she still ducked in. It was also at this time that Fu Yanye suddenly held the back of her head.
"Want to hide?"
Fu Yanye asked her in a deep voice.
"It was windy just now."
Zhuo Jian responded carefully.
"Yeah?"
Fu Yanye's dark eyes looked at her lips domineeringly.
It doesn't matter if you hide from the wind or him.
Because he will get what he wants.
Zhuo Jian's eyesight went dark, and he couldn't see anything clearly when he raised his eyes. Then his thick long eyelashes drooped down, and his thin lips, smelling of wine, pressed against her soft lips.
The fruit wine she drank tonight was a bit sweet.
Fu Yanye sucked, and couldn't help but feel soft in her heart, but then she wanted to ask for more and kissed her more fiercely.
Zhuo Jian couldn't struggle. Thinking of someone driving in front of him, he quietly leaned back.
The originally spacious space suddenly seemed a bit cramped. Fu Yanye forcefully moved her thin legs onto his lap, leaned over and said, "Zhuo Jian, do you love me?"