Fu Yanye was speechless, just looking at her determination to separate.
When the car stopped at the door, Zhuo Jian was still lying there, and then Fu Yanye suddenly kissed her lips when the person in front turned around.
Zhuo Jian was momentarily choked for breath, and the two people in the car quickly got out of the car holding umbrellas.
In the quiet carriage, a woman's dissatisfied hum could occasionally be heard.
"Say it again."
he asked her in a hissing voice.
"I want to separate from you, eh."
Zhuo Jian angrily responded to him immediately, but as soon as he finished speaking, he was blocked again. This time it was not a simple kiss.
She was so painful that she wanted to cry, but Fu Yanye sucked her lips without letting go. After a long time, he stopped, raised her chin, and asked while kissing: "Tell me again, what do you want?"
"I want a divorce."
As soon as the word marriage was spoken, it was kissed again.
She felt her lip was broken.
He is so cruel.
It seemed that he was deliberately trying to cause her pain.
Zhuo Jian closed her eyes tightly and tried hard to endure the pain.
"Say it again."
He held her lips in his mouth until they turned into a nice pink color, looked at her, and then let go of her order when he was satisfied.
Yes, it's an order.
He knew the answer, he knew she was stubborn, but he just wanted her to say it again.
"I want a divorce."
She opened her eyes and hated him even more for being tortured like this.
These four words, one word at a time, are clear and clear.
Fu Yanye smiled, then lowered his eyes to her neck, and gently stroked her throat with his long and sexy fingers.
Zhuo Jian endured it, but wanted to see what else he could do.
"Um."
Then she raised her chin and raised her chest.
He bit the place he touched.
She couldn't even breathe.
His hands went to her waist and squeezed forcefully. After a while, he finally let go, but held her tightly, and then sucked the place where he bit her.
She was in pain, groaning sadly, and wanted to cry, but she held it back in the end.
How could she cry.
In front of this beast.
Zhuo Jian clenched his hands tightly, his nails almost digging into his palms.
It wasn't until he was willing to let go of her neck so that she could breathe and survive that she slowly let go again.
Fu Yanye's deep black eyes were already cold and unpredictable, making it impossible to guess what he was thinking.
"We will go to the Civil Affairs Bureau tomorrow. Tonight, wash yourself and lie on my bed."
Fu Yanye looked at her, those words were extremely heartless.
Zhuo Jian's eyelashes twitched and she slowly looked at him again.
Fu Yanyelai suddenly appeared in Zhuo Jian's mind.
"Why don't you go to the Civil Affairs Bureau first, and then I can clean myself up and lie on top of you."
After Zhuo Jian choked up, he tried hard to restrain his angry suggestion.
Fu Yanye smiled soon after, put his forehead against hers, and said softly: "I don't trust you, so I want tonight."
"I don't believe you either."
Zhuo Jian also told him softly.
There was gradually some ambiguity in the carriage. He lingered on her lips and kissed her for a long time before he gasped and said to her: "Then what should we do? How can we get the best of both worlds?"
Zhuo Jian pursed her lips after being kissed by him. They felt very painful, dry, hot and uncomfortable.
"Huh? How can we get the best of both worlds?"
Fu Yanye asked her again.
Since they don't trust each other, there must be a way to satisfy both people.
"Fu Yanye, you are sick."
Zhuo Jian scolded him angrily.
Fu Yanye smiled and wrapped his lips around hers again.