When Zhuo Jian arrived home, she saw the sports car parked in front of her house without getting out of Li Yuqing's car.
Fu Yanye got out of the car very quickly, holding a black umbrella worth six figures.
He is a picky person, no matter what he wants, he only wants the best, for what he wears and what he uses.
If he likes a brand, he will always wear it, and if he likes something, he will always use it, but he never looks at cheap things.
Even on a rainy day, he was still so neat and tidy, walking closer and closer to her.
Zhuo Jian heard that her heart seemed to skip half a beat, and then began to operate irregularly.
Li Yuqing held the steering wheel tightly and looked at the people approaching, as if they were coming from hell and wanted to snatch away the gentle girl beside him. Finally, when Fu Yanye got to the front of the car, he asked Zhuo Jian:
"Do you want me to block it for you?"
Zhuo Jian turned to look at him: "How to block it?"
Li Yuqing looked at her tearful, gentle eyes, and the hand holding the steering wheel suddenly placed on hers.
Zhuo Jian frowned, looked at his hand holding hers, and unconsciously wanted to pull away.
"Let's date!"
Li Yuqing said suddenly.
Zhuo Jian looked at him in surprise.
"I like you!"
Li Yuqing continued.
Zhuo Jian felt that his brainpower was a bit lacking. Just when he didn't know how to reply to him, someone suddenly opened the car from the outside.
A gust of cold wind blew in, and someone grabbed her arm from the outside and forcibly pulled her out.
She stumbled against her chest in the rain, and looked up to see his dark and cold eyes.
He looked at her with disgust as always, but he didn't let her fall into the rain.
When the wind blew, a burst of fragrance was refreshing, and Fu Yanye frowned at her.
Li Yuqing got out of the car and wanted to say something, but Fu Yanye was already holding Zhuo Jian's shoulders and walking towards his sports car.
Most of his umbrella was above her head, and his hands held her slender shoulders tightly.
Finally, Fu Yanye pushed her into the passenger seat, looking proudly at Li Yuqing, who was standing in the rain, across the car and through the rain.
Li Yuqing knew what kind of person Fu Yanye was.
Li Yuqing knew even more that if Fu Yanye wanted to rob someone, he couldn't.
But people are often like this. Once you like something, it's hard to give it up without getting bruised all over.
Fu Yanye drove Zhuo Jian out of the community.
The car was filled with chill and dead silence!
He controlled the steering wheel arrogantly and looked coldly at the rain outside.
Zhuo Jian held his fingers and thought of what he had encountered that day.
Whether it was Fu Yanye or Li Yuqing, she quickly made a decision.
Fu Yanye quickly drove the car out, splashing water all the way.
They returned to the old house, but ignored the servant's greetings. He took her hand and forced her into the bathroom.
A group of people stared at each other outside, but inside he slammed the door shut, pressed her in front of the wash basin, turned on the faucet, took her wrist and put her hand into the water.
Zhuo Jian looked at him blankly.
She also wondered why he was having trouble, but she knew in her heart that he saw Li Yuqing touching her.
He never likes to get close to others, and of course his things cannot be touched by others.
Zhuo Jian angrily pulled her hand away from his, looked at him and asked, "What are you doing?"
"You are still my wife!"
"If you hadn't let me go this morning, I wouldn't be here anymore!"
Zhuo Jian reminded him.
Fu Yanye was stunned for a moment, feeling guilty.
But soon he grabbed her wrist again, and he didn't care about anything else. In short, he felt disgusted that her hand was touched and couldn't tolerate it.
Zhuo Jian couldn't get away and was so angry that after a while he picked up the soap box next to him and threw it directly at him. He was afraid of getting dirty. His soap boxes were all separate and no one used his, but there were ones for everyone to use together.