Fu Yanye looked at her, the smile in his eyes gradually getting stronger.
Like a pot of strong wine, it was suddenly poured into her throat and immediately hit her head.
Zhuo Jian turned away, trying not to let him see her changes.
But Fu Yanye couldn't help but approached her and asked her in a low voice: "Is it delicious?"
Zhuo Jian said nothing and wanted to take it out, but found that there was a lot of saliva, so she continued to put it in her mouth and suck it.
Fu Yanye looked at her pink mouth, ripples suddenly appeared, and his blood continued to boil.
Zhuo Jian's cell phone rang, she took out the phone with a lollipop in her mouth and looked at it.
Because he was leaning in Fu Yanye's arms, Fu Yanye had good eyesight, so he could see easily.
"She looks like a school girl."
WeChat sent by Liu Yuntian.
These four words made Fu Yanye frown.
Above the words were seven or eight photos of Zhuo Jian during the interview. Zhuo Jian opened them one by one and looked at them, and then inexplicably felt, well, she is actually quite beautiful.
"It's quite beautiful."
Zhuo Jian spoke to the person leaning against him.
"Um."
Fu Yanye agreed coldly, and then looked down at her.
I don’t know which book I read about it, but I can tell which one he likes by looking at the photos of girls in his photo album.
If a person likes someone, he will photograph her beautifully.
On Liu Yuntian's cell phone, Zhuo Jian looked like this.
It's not just beauty.
Still very pure.
Fu Yanye looked down at Zhuo Jian, feeling increasingly sad.
Zhuo Jian occasionally held the lollipop in his mouth, occasionally took it out, and then tapped his fingers on the keyboard a few times.
But in the end I deleted all those words.
Fu Yanye couldn't help but ask her: "Why deleted it?"
"I will meet him tomorrow and ask him to delete it in front of me."
Zhuo Jian said, throwing the phone aside again.
Fu Yanye looked at her, "Why do you want him to delete it in front of you?"
"Just like you don't trust me, I don't trust him either."
"..."
Fu Yanye didn't expect that he would say such sensitive words, and suddenly became cautious.
Zhuo Jian looked at him with her long eyelashes raised.
The light in the car was very soft, and she found a comfortable position. After a while, she looked away from his face and looked out the window.
"Fu Yanye."
"Um?"
"Can I take off my shoes?"
"Can."
Fu Yanye lowered his eyes and looked at her leather shoes.
It should be a very comfortable leather, but if she gets tired, there's nothing wrong with it.
When Zhuo Jian heard him say yes, she immediately took off her shoes and slowly moved her feet to the seat.
Fu Yanye didn't know why, but suddenly felt that her action was a bit playful and a little free.
There was still a faint fragrance on her hair, and Fu Yanye sniffed it quietly.
Zhuo Jian felt it and immediately turned around, "What are you doing?"
"Why do you ask even though you already know?"
"..."
Fu Yanye looked at her and soon lowered his eyes to her eyes.
There was a lollipop on Zhuo Jian's lips, and Fu Yanye was about to kiss her.
Zhuo Jian immediately raised his hand: "No kissing."
"Zhuo Jian, don't stop me."
He took her hand and kissed it.
Zhuo Jian hid aside, and then his chin was pinched by him.
"Um."
Zhuo Jian's breath stagnated, and then she felt the lingering and pathos of his kiss.
He seemed not to be kissing her, but to taste the taste of her lips and mouth.
"It's obviously sour, why did it become sweet?"
After he asked in a hoarse voice, he continued to kiss her.
Yes, it was obviously still sore just now.
Liu Yuntian never expected that his lollipop would become a good item for their husband and wife to be intimate.
Fu Yanye continued to kiss her, and the hand holding her chin slowly moved down.
"Fu Yanye."
"Um?"
He was no longer satisfied with the verbal sparring with her...