She was polite and just looked inside the car when she walked outside.
She couldn't see everything, but she thought that people inside could see everything outside.
Fu Yanye frowned and lowered his eyes, glanced at the position of his heart, then suddenly unbuttoned his coat in public, took off his coat, and threw it on Wu Fei: "Throw it away."
"yes."
Wu Fei quickly agreed.
Fu Yanye glanced at the people in the car who were not planning to come out, and knew that there were many pairs of eyes behind him looking at him, but he just walked to the door of the car leisurely with his long legs.
The car door is open.
Zhuo Jian was sitting inside, wearing a simple cotton T-shirt, casual pants, and a long mocha-colored sweater.
Fu Yanye glanced inside, but still took the time to sit in.
He sat with a domineering attitude, but Uncle Zhou closed the door cautiously.
The air-conditioning and eyes outside were blocked, and neither of the two people inside was in a hurry to pay attention to the other.
After Uncle Zhou drove away from the hotel, Fu Yanye turned to look at her: "Is your daughter asleep?"
Zhuo Jian's eyes looked outside and then moved, "Yeah."
Fu Yanye suddenly lay down next to her.
Zhuo Jian paused for a moment, then turned to look at him leaning on her shoulder.
“It tastes so good.”
Even the smell of her coat is much better than the perfume outside.
Zhuo Jian lowered her eyes and looked at him quietly: "How much did you drink?"
"Not much, just a little headache."
He pressed his forehead on her shoulder, then naturally slid down and lay on her lap.
Zhuo Jian couldn't speak or react, she just looked at him as calmly as possible.
He didn't listen to him not to drink, and he asked her to come pick him up so late. Forget it, he asked her to see other women touching him. Now, he
What are you doing again?
Did she agree?
He leaned against her and used her as a pillow?
He raised his hand and hooked the back of her neck. With a little force, she lowered her head and looked at him closely.
With his breath smelling of alcohol, he asked her: "Can you see me clearly from so far away?"
"..."
Zhuo Jian's eyelashes trembled slightly, and then quickly said: "Do you still need to watch?"
It's all engraved in my mind.
Fu Yanye laughed and pressed her closer: "If you're just looking, it's best to take a few more glances."
Zhuo Jian felt as if someone was pricking her with an embroidery needle.
She always felt that there was something wrong with him, but she couldn't tell what the problem was.
He took her hand away from her arm and placed it on his heart, looking straight at her with his dark eyes.
Zhuo Jian felt that he was probably delusional. Fu Yanye, how could he be so pitiful?
He rubbed her palms, his eyes seemed to convey some sadness or longing.
Zhuo Jian couldn't stand his behavior and wanted to withdraw her hand, but he directly pressed her in front of her, and captured her lips accurately with his thin lips.
Zhuo Jian's heart skipped a beat, and she suddenly forgot to breathe. She just felt his alcohol-smelling lips holding hers and kissing her.
I don't know how long it took, but her forehead touched his.
Fu Yanye said hoarsely: "Zhuo Jian, I'm drunk, very drunk."
Zhuo Jian's heart sank inch by inch. She didn't know where it had sunk, and everything around her was dark.
Fu Yanye turned around and buried his face in her belly.
Zhuo Jian was finally able to move, but she forgot how to move.
Just looking at him quietly.
If it was before, she would have put her hands on his hair and rubbed it gently, but now...
When she realized that she was about to touch him to comfort him, she suddenly stopped like a child who discovered that she had made a mistake.
But soon she put her unplaced hand on her elbow and was forced to put it on him. Then Zhuo Jian felt her body hurt and couldn't help but blushed and hummed: "Fu Yanye,