Fu Yanye sneered, looked out the window, then looked at her again and asked, "So you like it?"
"..."
Zhuo Jian looked at him unexpectedly, and soon just frowned and looked out the window on his side.
Chengcheng sat in the back, not quite understanding what was wrong with them, and looked at them curiously.
What is young and not young?
What do you like and dislike?
"Zhuo Jian, answer me."
Fu Yanye asked seriously.
"What are you answering? You agree that he is young. Didn't you say that he is young before? Why are you so surprised? You even stopped the car suddenly, making everyone think something happened to us?"
Zhuo Jian said and looked out the window again.
Fu Yanye doesn't care what's going on outside the car, what he cares about is...
It's her, does she like someone else?
The car slowly started driving again, but Fu Yanye was still in a bad mood.
"Is daddy very old?"
I don’t know how long it took, but there was another innocent and curious voice behind me.
Fu Yanye felt a throbbing pain in his heart.
Zhuo Jian was even more worried, thinking, little ancestor, please stop talking so much.
Finally, Chengcheng was sent to school, and there were only two people left in the car.
"How about I take the car at the back."
Zhuo Jian saw that he was unhappy and reminded him.
"Oh, you are in a hurry to meet the young man now, are you afraid that I will drive too slowly?"
"..."
Zhuo Jian shut up and didn't explain any more.
Fu Yanye turned the car around and drove her to work.
Zhuo Jian didn't know why he was angry. He was not old.
And in her opinion, now is the best time for him.
I don’t know how many times better than those boys who just entered society.
But how did he...
Probably because of amnesia.
Fu Yanye was so confident before, so confident that he was arrogant.
Why.
Zhuo Jian thought silently, please recover quickly.
When the car arrived at the entrance of the TV station, Fu Yanye stopped the car again.
The hood is open, and the autumn wind blows on the person's face, which is a little stiff.
Fu Yanye had a sullen face and saw someone walking towards his car in the rearview mirror. He seemed very excited and took big steps?
Ah.
Even if he has no memory.
But this doesn't change the fact that the person sitting next to him is his wife.
Don't any of these people remember that she is a married woman?
Her belly isn't obvious enough?
Or is it too little for him to pick her up every day?
"I'm going to work first, please go slower on the road."
After Zhuo Jian finished speaking, he loosened his seat belt, lowered his head and took his cell phone to get out of the car.
Fu Yanye didn't say anything, just watched the man get closer and closer.
This is the bad thing about being young, everything is written on your face and you don’t know how to hide it.
Fu Yanye looked at it and suddenly became extremely angry.
"Zhuo Jian."
"Um?"
Zhuo Jian turned around and saw nothing clearly.
Fu Yanye suddenly came closer and pressed his thin lips against her soft and fragrant lips.
Zhuo Jian maintained that posture dully.
Heartbeat, pounding.
Each time it was more intense than the last.
His thin lips pressed against hers without moving much.
Just pressing her down like that was already depriving her brain of oxygen, and she almost forgot to breathe.