Zhuo Jian's heart froze. Looking at his obsessed eyes with her, she quickly smiled and shook her head: "I don't love her at all."
"Don't love me at all? Me too."
Fu Yanye had a slight smile in her eyes and kissed her lips that she said she didn't love him.
Soon, the two people's bodies were stacked on the car seat. Fu Yanye's slender body blocked her, and she could only taste it under him.
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In the middle of the night, after the two of them washed up and changed their clothes, they lay on the big bed in their bedroom. Zhuo Jian lightly kicked his legs and said, "Why are you so jealous?"
"Am I jealous?"
Fu Yanye put one hand on the back of her head, and reached out with the other to hold the back of her neck and hug her into his arms.
"Well, not only are you jealous, but you also lose your temper?"
"loose the temper?"
Fu Yanye narrowed his eyes and carefully recalled when he lost his temper.
Zhuo Jian put her hand on his heart and rested her chin there. She lay in his arms and looked at him and said, "Yes, if there is a little misunderstanding, you will take it seriously. Have you left another kiss on my neck?"
Marked?"
Zhuo Jian said and raised his neck.
Fu Yanye looked at it, his dark eyes suddenly full of possessiveness, he hugged her with both hands and quickly pressed her under his body: "Baby, I'll leave one more for you."
"Um?"
Zhuo Jian didn't react to anything yet, she just felt something being sucked on her neck, and then her mind went blank.
"That's not just jealousy."
Fu Yanye suddenly said in her ear.
Zhuo Jian opened his eyes, stared at the roof, and paused.
Fu Yanye slowly raised his eyes to look at her, and Zhuo Jian also looked at him, but she looked a little flustered.
She heard her heart beating like thunder.
Fu Yanye looked at her for a long time, and once again noticed that her lips were a little swollen from his kiss, and her two thin lips were gently teasing them.
Zhuo Jian held his breath, this feeling was indeed very tempting.
Fu Yanye raised his eyes after the kiss and saw her kissing him slightly on the lips, and couldn't help but smile.
Zhuo Jian's face turned red, and he couldn't help but raise his hands to cover his face. When he found that the cover was not tight enough, he went to cover his eyes again: "Fu Yanye, you are dead."
"Who called me husband then?"
Fu Yanye asked her in a seductive low voice.
Zhuo Jian: "..."
Sometimes it's hard to control your emotions.
"No matter how old or young you are, husband is what you should call me, huh?"
Fu Yanye reminded.
Zhuo Jian pursed her lips and stopped screaming.
Fu Yanye saw that she was coquettish and refused to cooperate, and tried to kiss her again. Zhuo Jian immediately turned his head away.
"ah."
Then there was a pain in her waist, and she turned around with an itchy smile: "Fu Yanye, please leave."
"Call husband."
"Husband, husband, please spare me."
His hands tickled her so much that she almost cried tears of laughter.
"Mommy?"
Suddenly someone called them from behind, and they both looked back at the same time. They were stunned for a few seconds, and then separated in a panic. Fu Yanye lay on one side and asked in annoyance: "What's wrong with you?"
"I want to sleep with mommy."
Chengcheng rubbed his hands nervously, fearing that his father would kick him out.
"Come up."
Zhuo Jian was secretly glad that she had put on her clothes at that time.
Chengcheng climbed onto the bed happily, and lay down happily between mom and dad.
Zhuo Jian covered him with a quilt. Fu Yanye frowned and looked at him: "Master Fu, do you know that you are disturbing your parents' rest?"
"But you guys haven't slept yet. I came here just because the lights were on."