The old man was so angry that he felt tired from scolding, so he picked up a horse and hit him in the back.
But it didn't hit.
Fu Yanye went upstairs. Zhuo Jian was lying on the bed, drowsy, and tried to open his eyes: "You're back."
Fu Yanye went straight into the bathroom without saying a word.
Zhuo Jian got up in a daze and glanced towards the bathroom. After realizing that he was going to wash up, he lay down and continued to sleep.
The biggest benefit of drinking Chinese medicine is that it makes you feel sleepy easily.
Fu Yanye came out fifteen minutes later and found that she had fallen asleep.
Fu Yanye was wearing a nightgown, holding his waist with his hands and sighing helplessly.
It was she who asked him to come up and sleep.
As a result, he fell asleep first?
No sincerity at all?
Fu Yanye lay next to her and whispered: "Zhuo Jian?"
"Um?"
Zhuo Jian agreed in a daze, but she was too sleepy and unwilling to wake up.
"Do you have something to tell me?"
Fu Yanye asked persistently.
"sleep."
Zhuo Jian got into his arms and continued to sleep.
Fu Yanye lowered his eyes and looked at her on his chest, having difficulty breathing.
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The next morning, the sun was just right.
Someone was already working in the yard, and the old man also started doing Tai Chi.
Chengcheng followed suit and followed suit, and Wang Yue couldn't help but take photos of them with her mobile phone and send them to her WeChat Moments to show off her grandson's cuteness.
But in a certain bedroom upstairs, it was still very quiet at this time.
Zhuo Jian opened her eyes and saw a pair of sharp eyes staring at her. She was startled and quickly backed away.
Fu Yanye stretched out his long arms, fearing that she would fall off the bed, and with a worried expression on his face, he asked her, "Why are you so scared?"
"What did you look like just now?"
Zhuo Jian touched her heart and asked him.
Fu Yanye lowered his eyes, but her slender hands were full of beauty. He endured it and asked in a low voice: "Who asked me to come to bed last night? I fell asleep first."
"..."
Who told him to go to bed last night?
She.
But what's the problem?
Zhuo Jian could see his dissatisfaction from his eyes, and she got into his arms again regardless of the situation, "Who told you not to come back so late?"
Fu Yanye felt that his heart was itching unbearably. Sooner or later, this woman would torture him to death.
He held her delicate arms with both hands to prevent her from being in his arms. He looked at her again and asked seriously: "Are you still reasonable?"
"Don't be so fierce this early in the morning. I want to be in your arms."
Zhuo Jian struggled and spoke softly, which made Fu Yanye unable to hold her, so she got into his arms and made trouble again.
Fu Yanye felt that his heartbeat was all for her.
Zhuo Jian hugged him tightly, and then smiled contentedly in his arms.
Well, that's right.
In his arms, there was nothing he could do.
Fu Yanye gradually wrapped his hands around her, looked at the roof, sighed, and said, "Zhuo Jian."
"Um?"
Zhuo Jian agreed softly.
"You know more and more how to make me helpless."
"..."
Zhuo Jian's response to him was to stuff herself into his arms.
Until she felt that his body was gradually different from before, Zhuo Jian immediately blushed and left his arms.
Fu Yanye frowned and looked at her: "What do you mean?"
"It's time to get up. Auntie will come to clean later."
As Zhuo Jian spoke, she put her rags of hair behind her ears and tried to get up.
Fu Yanye raised his hand and grabbed her wrist accurately, then brought her down on the bed casually, turned over and pressed on her in one breath: "You light the fire yourself and put it out yourself."
"What should I do if my mother comes to see me later?"
"I can't even come, the King of Heaven."
Fu Yanye replied forcefully.
Zhuo Jian had no choice but to look at the door eagerly and whispered: "Hurry up."
Fu Yanye's blood suddenly swelled, and he lowered his head in front of her: "Hurry up?"