Zhuo Jian didn't want to argue anymore about whether her husband was a husband or not, so she asked him.
Fu Yanye: "..."
Zhuo Jian pursed her lips, not wanting to be kissed by him again.
It's so strange to be angry and ask for relatives!
But he hadn't seen her for several days, and now he was overflowing with thoughts. Looking at her pursed lips, clearly not wanting him to kiss her, Fu Yanye couldn't restrain himself. He pinched her chin and forced her to open her mouth. The next second
It blocked it directly.
His kissing skills were superb, and he left her with nothing to hide in a moment.
Zhuo Jian put her hands on his hot chest, and soon became weak and weak.
"Fu Yanye, farewell!"
"Nothing else?"
"do not do that!"
There was a chill from the outside on his fingertips. As soon as he touched her skin, it caused a shiver on her body. Zhuo Jian was so nervous that she almost suffocated.
"What kind?"
"Fu Yanye, please!"
She believed that he understood.
But he plays dumb!
Zhuo Jian knew this very well, and there were some words that he couldn't say out loud, and he endured the pain.
Zhuo Jian soon felt herself relaxing, her face so red that it was almost bleeding was pressed against the wall, and she was so ashamed that she couldn't hide: "Fu Yanye!"
"Um?"
"You're not doing this right!"
Zhuo Jian's remaining sanity made her remind him not to act so wantonly.
They are husband and wife, but only in name, a couple who are about to divorce.
"Yeah?"
He chuckled and kissed her deeper and deeper.
At this time, she could still be rational, and Fu Yanye was willing to lose.
"Yes! Think about Ruxiang, if she knew you were like me, she would definitely be very sad."
As soon as Zhuo Jian finished speaking, he suddenly heard the sound of buttons falling to the ground.
Fu Yanye kissed her beautiful back, his voice cold and unrestrained: "I want you!"
This was not the first time he said this, but Zhuo Jian was still frightened and wanted to cry.
Want a shit?
Your girlfriend is still waiting for you to get married.
Zhuo Jian didn't want to argue about this issue anymore, so she lay on the wall with despair.
Fu Yanye turned her over dissatisfied and asked her to face him: "Give it to me?"
Zhuo Jian couldn't see him, so he quickly buried his face in her heart. At that moment, she held his face in panic: "No, Fu Yanye, we can't do this."
Fu Yanye was tired of hearing these words every time, but he still looked at her with fiery eyes: "I am your husband!"
"Get divorced soon!"
Zhuo Jian had no choice but to remind him angrily.
"We won't leave!"
Fu Yanye didn't know why he felt wronged. Seeing how stubbornly she reminded him, he couldn't help but kiss her lips and nibble her chin.
Zhuo Jian was so painful that she almost shed tears. Thinking that she would have to go on stage tomorrow, she reminded him: "Don't bite me!"
"Um?"
“It’s going to be broadcast live!”
Zhuo Jian's voice was weak.
Fu Yanye smiled unconsciously after hearing this, and held her chin lightly.
Just when Zhuo Jian thought things were clear, his toes suddenly left the ground.
Fu Yanye picked her up easily.
Zhuo Jian's conditioned reflexes clung to his strong narrow waist with a pair of thin legs. Fu Yanye looked at her proudly because of her action, then he hugged her to the bed and kissed her.
Fu Yanye laid her down on the big bed and kissed her tenderly while reminding her: "No one else is allowed to get on this bed, you know?"
