"Aren't you afraid that the whole world will regard you as the third party? We will announce the secret marriage and let the whole world know that the real third party is not you."
Fu Yanye explained.
Zhuo Jian: "..."
"Stop crying! I feel bad!"
Fu Yanye gently wiped the mist from the corners of her eyes to comfort her.
Zhuo Jian's eyes turned red inexplicably, and tears fell out again when her nose became sour: "Fu Yanye, have you lost your memory?"
"Amnesia? Even amnesia can't get rid of you, a clingy little guy."
Fu Yanye wiped her tears with his sexy thumb, and after finishing speaking, he didn't forget to kiss her eyelashes.
Zhuo Jian lowered her head. At this moment, she really wanted to forget it.
His chest is so warm, and so are his hands.
She wanted to crawl into his arms, hold him and cry.
If he continues like this, something will really happen.
Just when she was fighting with herself, her cell phone rang, and she got up wiping tears and answered the phone.
"Hello?"
"I am Sheng Xin, Miss Zhuo, do you still remember me?"
"Mr. Sheng, I remember!"
Zhuo Jian was surprised by the call, and immediately after the call, she wanted to get out of bed.
Fu Yanye hugged her from behind and didn't let her go.
Zhuo Jian thought it would be okay for him to hear her, so she continued to talk on the phone.
"I came here last night and live in Xingguang. I didn't call you because it was too late. I wonder if Ms. Zhuo is free to have a meal with you at noon?"
"OK!"
Zhuo Jian agreed.
"Okay, let's have lunch at Xingguang Western Restaurant."
"good!"
After Sheng Xin finished speaking, she hung up the phone, but Sheng Xin's words suddenly appeared in Zhuo Jian's mind.
He said that the man wanted to get well and get married to the one he loved.
Zhuo Jian subconsciously glanced at the person who rested his chin on her shoulder, and whispered: "How long have you been thinking about this position?"
"Who is Mr. Sheng?"
Fu Yanye didn't answer her words, but asked her instead.
"The boss of the Internet, the one I interviewed on my last business trip."
Zhuo Jian explained.
"What does he want to do?"
Fu Yanye asked dissatisfiedly.
"Let's have lunch together."
Zhuo Jian knows everything he knows without saying anything.
"Hmph! We just did an interview and are we about to have dinner?"
Fu Yanye said sourly.
Zhuo Jian couldn't help but look at him again. She couldn't see clearly, but her heart was warm, "Can you let go of me first? You're so heavy."
Fu Yanye didn't listen. Instead, he buried his face in her neck and started kissing her skin.
Zhuo Jian felt that his lips were also a little hot, so she couldn't help but hide away, and the two of them rolled on the bed again, entangled together.
"Fu Yanye, I have a cold!"
"Infect me!"
Fu Yanye finished speaking in a low and hoarse voice and continued to kiss her.
Zhuo Jian turned her head to dodge a few times, and Fu Yanye held her face in his hands: "Try to dodge again?"
Zhuo Jian was frightened by him, but stopped talking.
His lips pressed up again, twisting and sucking on her lips.
Zhuo Jian grasped the sheets next to her tightly. The feeling that he was about to steal away her soul frightened her.
While sucking, Fu Yanye ordered her: "Don't go see him!"
Zhuo Jian resisted, but did not speak out.
Fu Yanye raised his head and stared at her with his black eyes: "Zhuo Jian! Did you hear that?"
"You can't be so domineering to me! I can't beat you so I let you..."
Before Zhuo Jian finished speaking, his mouth was blocked again, only this time he was not as gentle as before, he seemed to be attacking the city and plundering the pond as fast as possible.
"you are mine!"
He announced childishly, and then gently took her lips...