Zhuo Jian was forced to raise her chin and look at him looking down at her from above.
For a moment, I really wanted to throw him on the bed and bully him.
"Carry you upstairs?"
Fu Yanye asked in a magnetic voice.
"Then what?"
Zhuo Jian asked back.
"Then......"
Fu Yanye whispered, chewing the meaning of these two words carefully, and then looked straight at her with his dark eyes.
Zhuo Jian was waiting to see what he was going to do next, when suddenly his cell phone rang.
Fu Yanye was still holding her chin, and in a blink of an eye he saw an unfamiliar number on her mobile phone on the corner of the sofa not far away.
Even though he was a stranger, he already knew him.
"It seems he doesn't know you don't like him yet."
After Fu Yanye finished speaking, he looked at Zhuo Jian again.
Zhuo Jian also turned to look at the phone, pushed his hand away, leaned over to get the phone, and answered the call: "What's the matter?"
"I want to confirm with you about tomorrow's interview. Sister Jian Jian, we are leaving on time at nine o'clock, right? Do you want me to pick you up? I happen to rent a house near Shengyuan, it's very close."
"No need, we'll leave on time at nine o'clock, hang up."
After Zhuo Jian finished speaking, he hung up.
Then he looked up at Fu Yanye: "I'm going to do an interview somewhere else tomorrow."
"Is he going too?"
Fu Yanye asked her.
After hearing this, Zhuo Jian nodded: "Yes."
Fu Yanye looked at her and didn't speak for a long time.
This is something he doesn't want to do.
"Don't be suspicious."
Zhuo Jian reminded him.
"I still doubt him. His thoughts are all written on his face."
Fu Yanye bent down, picked her up from the sofa and held her in his arms, replying as he walked.
Zhuo Jian held the phone in one hand, and put the other hand behind his neck to hug him. She looked at his perfect jawline and said softly: "Don't mess around."
"Recklessly?"
Fu Yanye lowered his eyes and looked at her with a domineering look.
"yes."
Zhuo Jian stared at him. At this moment, she was not afraid.
"It seems that there were many people pursuing you in the past."
Fu Yanye suddenly asserted.
"how to say?"
Zhuo Jian thought, did he remember something?
"Otherwise, why would you be afraid of me messing around? I probably have zero tolerance for this kind of thing."
Fu Yanye guessed himself.
Based on what he knows about himself now, he can't bear to see other men hanging around Zhuo Jian.
Zhuo Jian's heart skipped a beat after hearing this. She turned away and looked at the back of his shoulder. Her fingers on the back of his neck reflexively touched his skin there.
Fu Yanye's ears immediately turned pink and he stopped to look at her.
Zhuo Jian felt him stop, paused in his movements, and asked him dumbfounded: "Why don't you leave?"
"..."
Fu Yanye looked at her. Faced with the sudden disappearance of the feeling, he frowned quietly and stepped forward with his long legs.
Zhuo Jian couldn't help but touch a small place on the back of his neck, feeling a little stressed.
In the past two days, he has become more and more like his old self.
But the appearance is there, but I don't remember a single thing.
will doubt her.
Zhuo Jian thought for a while, and when he carried her to the master bedroom, his eyes suddenly lit up, and she looked at him and said, "Actually, no one has been chasing me, but there is an endless stream of people chasing you."
"Yeah?"
Fu Yanye frowned, suspicious.
"Yes, if you don't believe me, you can ask Brother Su Bai and the others."
Zhuo Jian responded seriously.
Fu Yanye looked down at her. Su Bai was obviously from her side. What was he asking?
Fu Yanye put her on the bed, bent over, held the back of her head with one hand, and put the pillow under her neck with the other.
When the matter was closed, he lowered his eyes.
She lay obediently in front of him, which was just convenient for him.
Zhuo Jian fluttered her long eyelashes twice, "What are you looking at?"
"What do you think?"
Fu Yanye took his hand away reluctantly.
Even lifted it.
The light was very soft, and he couldn't help but put his hand on the side of her face and the knuckles of her fingers, gently stroking her hot face.
Zhuo Jian's heart was beating like thunder, and stars were twinkling in his eyes.