Zhuo Jian felt that the coat on her body was being taken off, and she just looked at him with disgust: "Go and wash it quickly!"
Her delicate and delicate hands pushed his chest softly, and Fu Yanye's heart suddenly turned into softness around his fingers, and he couldn't help but kiss her sharp little mouth.
Zhuo Jian: "..."
"Be good! Wait for me!"
After the kiss, Fu Yanye coaxed her and left.
Zhuo Jian watched him take off his clothes and entered the bathroom, sat on the sofa and sighed helplessly.
What's wrong with him?
Her cell phone rang again, and Lin Jiaoyang called again: "Ajian, is Yanye at your place?"
"Mr. Lin has something wrong and should go to the hospital. It's no use calling me."
Zhuo Jian was about to hang up after finishing speaking.
"Jian, you know that that man is not the one you should have. I said, whatever you want, I will give it to you."
"Mr. Lin really takes himself seriously. How can you compare with the young and strong Mr. Ye?"
“Some things require skill!”
Lin Jiaoyang said.
Zhuo Jian secretly cursed him for his old age, took his cell phone and went to the bathroom and knocked on the door.
"What's up?"
A sound came from inside.
"Would you like me to get your pajamas?"
Zhuo Jian asked.
"good!"
Fu Yanye agreed, continued to turn on the water, rinsed his body, took out a bath towel and went out.
At that time, Zhuo Jian was already sitting on the sofa again, with her cell phone thrown next to her.
Fu Yanye wore a bath towel around his waist, but the mermaid line was looming.
Zhuo Jian saw it as soon as he raised his eyes, and couldn't help but blush and lower his head.
Fu Yanye knew that she had seen his figure, so he walked up to her arrogantly and asked her, "Where are my pajamas?"
"Find it yourself!"
She was so upset that she wanted to kill someone.
Fu Yanye stared at her for a while, then looked down at her phone and picked it up naturally.
Zhuo Jian looked up at him: "Do you know my mobile phone password?"
Fu Yanye turned on the phone, then looked at the call records while agreeing: "Yeah!"
Zhuo Jian stopped talking, lowered his head and sulked again.
He knows so many of her passwords, what does she know about him?
There is always unfairness between men and women.
He said he could carry her back home by carrying her, but could she?
She may not be able to get him out of her sight even if she shouts at the top of her lungs.
After reading it, Fu Yanye looked at her with some frustration. He put the phone back for her. He knelt on one knee beside her, holding the back of the sofa behind her with his hand, and stared at her with his dark eyes: "Delete it fast enough!"
No wonder I dared to let him check it.
Zhuo Jian held back a smile and looked at him: "Thank you Young Master Ye for the compliment!"
Is it Young Master Ye again?
Fu Yanye stopped talking, just smiled and approached her.
Zhuo Jian soon felt the ambiguity between the two people, and boldly raised her eyes to look at him, then immediately looked away.
His dark, deep eyes seemed to be drawn in with just one glance.
But when you lower your eyes, you can see his exposed chest muscles, which are different from those exaggerated muscles of those muscular men. They are just the kind that girls like most nowadays, and they are enough to arouse people's imagination.
And he had just taken a shower, and he smelled of her shower gel.
Soon Zhuo Jian's face turned red and he huddled on the sofa unable to move.
Fu Yanye held her chin with his other hand and approached her again: "Why are you blushing?"
Zhuo Jian felt that she was being teased and raised her eyes to glare at him: "Get up."
"Don't I?"
Fu Yanye asked her softly.
He exudes strong hormones, which he exudes elegantly.
Zhuo Jian thinks this has something to do with him always being clean and having a mysophobia, but...
He has maintained this posture for several minutes, isn't he tired?
Zhuo Jian's body stiffened. She could no longer bear the fact that he was deliberately intertwining his breath with her in front of her face. She hid aside and said, "You're trying to seduce me like this."