Fu Yanye didn't say anything, but looked at her crystal clear eyes. He was obviously annoyed, and suddenly felt a little distressed. He lowered his eyes and kissed her.
Zhuo Jian subconsciously moved away.
Fu Yanye didn't understand, so he just continued to look at her in that posture.
Maybe ten seconds passed.
Zhuo Jian gradually understood, raised her eyes to look at his lips, and took the initiative to greet him.
Then her hand grabbed the silk scarf on the back of his waist, but just when she was about to rejoice, she was tightly entangled with him, and what was originally just a fleeting kiss turned into a deep kiss.
Zhuo Jian was extremely nervous. Although the children had all run away, it was the time when the family was at its most crowded, so there was no guarantee that they would not be seen by everyone.
They are already an old married couple. What are they doing in the lobby on the first floor?
Zhuo Jian couldn't struggle, so she could only grab the fabric on his back, raise her head, and kiss him wholeheartedly a few times.
Fu Yanye was a little satisfied and knew that the occasion was inappropriate, so he let go of her.
When only one pair of black eyes looked at her, they were particularly haunting.
Zhuo Jian took one look at him and immediately moved away, taking the silk scarf and tying it around her neck again.
She couldn't run to the living room right now, so she ran to the kitchen.
Wang Yue and the old lady would tease her, but the employees were fine.
"Good morning, madam."
But the chef and the aunt who were preparing breakfast had obviously seen the scene early, with joy in their eyes.
"Well, what to do?"
Zhuo Jian pretended not to notice, and just walked to the stove to take a look.
When Fu Yanye went to sit on the sofa, Wang Yue asked: "Have you reconciled?"
Fu Yanye raised his eyes, how could reconciliation be so easy?
"No."
Amid everyone's expectations, Fu Yanye said calmly.
"No? How is it possible? It's already like that."
Wang Yue didn’t believe it.
The old lady also found it incredible.
The old man continued to read the newspaper, just trying to listen carefully.
"I forced myself here."
Fu Yanye lowered his eyes and spoke in an emotionless voice.
"You are strong..."
Wang Yue was so angry that he almost kicked him.
The old lady frowned even more. It was really uncomfortable to have such joy in vain.
The old man was quite indifferent, his expression seemed to say, I knew it wouldn't be that easy.
But look at Fu Yanye’s look again...
Even though the dead pig was not afraid of being scalded by boiling water, the old man still sighed: "You use force whenever you want. That's your wife. What is the teacher for?"
"What?"
Fu Yanye looked at his grandfather in confusion.
"Bad boy, does it hurt?"
"pain."
The old man threw the newspaper and hit him, and Fu Yanye admitted that it hurt.
Fu Yanye understood later, but how could he not love her?
Haven't you always endured it?
In his memory, the couple had never truly become one.
If he didn't love her, he could have ignored her when she was pregnant, including last night.
During breakfast, Fu Yanye felt even more unhappy. The old man and the old lady were wearing wedding rings on their hands, as were his parents. They were the only couple who had been married for the shortest time, but their hands were empty.
He turned to look at her and saw that she was eating breakfast silently and peacefully. He instantly lost his appetite and leaned back.
Fu Zhengzheng glanced at his son, "What's wrong? The food is not to your liking?"
"I don't feel very well. I won't eat. I'm going to work."
Fu Yanye simply stood up.
"Not feeling well? What's wrong with you? Do you have a headache again?"
Wang Yue became nervous when he heard this.
"..."
Fu Yanye wanted to say no, but when he saw Zhuo Jian looking at him, he suddenly agreed: "Well, a little bit, but it's not serious. Don't worry, grandparents, parents, I'm going to work first."