"I might have belonged to you and you alone, Fu Yanye, but you didn't want me back then. What are you going to do now? Bastard?"
I don't know how long it took, but while he was kissing, he wanted to do something random again. Zhuo Jian took advantage of him to get up and take off his clothes, picked up a pillow, and threw it at him hard, continuously.
Fu Yanye suddenly curled up on the bed, holding his head and not moving.
Seeing him like that, Zhuo Jian couldn't help but throw the pillow directly at him, turned around and ran away.
Fu Yanye then raised his head, looked at her beautiful feet on the ground, and quickly left the bedroom.
Is she dissatisfied?
Fu Yanye fell sideways on the bed, looking numbly in one direction.
It had been so long that he almost forgot what a delicate little princess she once was.
There were still rustling sounds outside, and he sighed unconsciously.
When Zhuo Jian went out, she realized that she was wearing suspender pajamas, not even a gown, and her cell phone was on the bed. What if he messed with her cell phone again?
Although there was nothing valuable in her cell phone, the thought of him openly looking at her cell phone made her angry.
Do you really think that you are the one who fascinated her all those years ago?
When Fu Yanye came out, he saw her standing at the door sulking and gave her the phone.
Zhuo Jian saw her cell phone and immediately took it away.
Fu Yanye took two steps forward, put her nightgown on her from behind, and wrapped her tightly.
Zhuo Jian stopped and looked down at his nightgown and his hands, feeling warm in his heart.
"That's all normal. You can't blame me."
"..."
Zhuo Jian couldn't help but look at him. Is he still reasonable?
"I will try my best to restrain myself and wait until you agree, but how long do you want me to wait?"
"..."
"Wife!"
"..."
Zhuo Jian was completely frightened by his words about "wife" and immediately wanted to run away.
But Fu Yanye quickly picked her up from the ground and said, "You are not allowed to go anywhere this morning. You can watch movies at home with me."
Zhuo Jian felt that she must have owed him something in her previous life, and she was here to repay her debt in this life.
Ouyang Ping occasionally sent her a WeChat message, and when she replied, Fu Yanye would look down at her. She would look at Fu Yanye again, and Fu Yanye would look at the TV.
The little moves between the two continued like this all morning, until at eleven o'clock, she finally escaped from the sofa.
The movie was still playing, and Fu Yanye lay slumped on the sofa, staring thoughtfully at the scenes between the male and female protagonists on the TV.
Zhuo Jian went to change into a long blue dress, took a light-colored coat and put it on before leaving the bedroom.
"Are you going to meet a stranger dressed like this?"
Fu Yanye took one look and asked her with a dissatisfied frown.
"Is there anything wrong?"
Zhuo Jian looked down at his clothes again, almost thinking that he was not dressed neatly and elegantly enough.
"Change into long pants and a sweater, and I'll go with you."
Fu Yanye thought to herself, I want to see what makes you wear a skirt.
Zhuo Jian looked at him in surprise: "What are you going to do? They didn't invite you."
"I am a family member."
Fu Yanye said.
Zhuo Jian looked at him speechlessly.
To be honest, even if he was lying on the sofa in pajamas and pajamas, he still looked elegant. Zhuo Jian looked at him again without giving up, thinking that she must be possessed, otherwise why would she think he was so beautiful now?
thing'?
Being disturbed by him again and again, Zhuo Jian didn't intend to change into other clothes, so she just lifted her legs and left.
Fu Yanye immediately jumped up from the sofa: "Zhuo Jian!"
He really caught up with her in two or three steps and stood tall in front of her: "If you don't want to change clothes, then at least change your shoes."
"Why do you need to change your shoes?"
Zhuo Jian lowered his head and looked at his shoes.
"Where are the blue shoes I bought for you? That one should look better together."
"..."
She didn't want to wear the shoes he bought. It wasn't that she didn't like them, or that she was afraid that they would be separated because of a pair of shoes. She was just afraid that he would think she liked them.