But as soon as this happened, the surroundings suddenly became ambiguous.
The two of them looked at each other. Zhuo Jian felt that the chest he was pressing was hot and hard. He wanted to get up but his feet had already left the ground.
Anyway, the posture is wrong.
Fu Yanye raised his hand and pinched her chin when she lowered her eyes, asking her to raise her head so that he could see better.
"I've been waiting for you these two days."
Fu Yanye said suddenly.
Zhuo Jian looked at him doubtfully: "Wait for me?"
"I thought if I asked Secretary Wu to send you that report, you would at least call me and ask."
He said.
Zhuo Jian thought about how she felt after receiving the report. How could she dare to call him?
If he were to use his thunderous wrath, he would crush her to death in a matter of minutes.
Looking at him so gentle at this time, do you feel relieved in your heart?
I don't seem as nervous as before.
"I thought you were going to call me."
Zhuo Jian whispered, not daring to tell the truth.
"Really? If I call you, will you definitely answer the call?"
Fu Yanye looked at her, not sure.
"As long as it's business, I'll definitely take it."
Of course, she also remembered the time when she didn't answer his call.
But at that time, she was always annoyed by him.
Fu Yanye's heart softened after hearing this, and the gentle touch in his hand made him almost unable to restrain himself from wanting to kiss her.
Zhuo Jian's eyes looked at him for a moment, and it almost killed him.
"Zhuo Jian."
"Um?"
"I definitely owed you something in my previous life."
Fu Yanye said.
"..."
"Is not it?"
Fu Yanye saw that she disagreed and asked her.
"Of course not. It's probably because I owed you in my previous life."
"You owe me? But now it seems that I am the one who feels uncomfortable between the two of us?"
"..."
Fu Yanye smiled bitterly and caressed her lips with his thumb involuntarily.
Zhuo Jian's lips moved reflexively, and his fingertips became a little wet. Then he had no reason to hold back, pressed the back of her head, and blocked her soft lips.
Zhuo Jian felt stupidly as he kissed her lips, and then sucked her lips.
He seemed to rarely kiss on the lips like that, he was always sucking and sucking.
Zhuo Jian didn't come back to her senses for a long time. It wasn't until the tip of his tongue tried to break in that she suddenly woke up and pushed him with both hands.
The scalded hand still hurt when held for a moment, but Fu Yanye didn't care about her at that time. Instead, he hugged her tighter, as if he wanted to vent all the dissatisfaction in his heart with this kiss.
Zhuo Jian couldn't resist and was hugged by him.
He suddenly sat up, hugged her and stood up again.
There was only one wall lamp on in the room, and it was dark in the distance. He just carried her towards the darkest place.
Zhuo Jian tried her best to push his shoulders without pushing him away. He kissed her ear and said in a hoarse voice: "Don't pull away."
He carried her to the sofa, lay there with her, and continued the deep kiss that was not enough.
Zhuo Jian grunted sadly, her hands still pushing him randomly, when Fu Yanye suddenly took hold of her wrists and raised them to the top of her head.
The man on the sofa looked down at her with an order, "I have the right to kiss my wife."
Zhuo Jian didn't understand why he suddenly did this again?
"Fu Yanye."
"Don't wake my daughter."
Fu Yanye reminded her, and then continued to kiss.
Zhuo Jian was so angry that when he thought she would stop struggling, he let go of her hand, kissed her neck, and took off her clothes...
