He opened the drawer, and every square inside was full.
Zhuo Jian saw a line of red and suddenly pointed it mischievously, "This is great, it's festive."
"It's not like we're getting married."
Fu Yanye frowned, even though he knew she was teasing him on purpose.
Are they getting married?
Zhuo Jian turned her eyes away reflexively, slowly looking into his eyes, and then the day of their wedding appeared in her mind.
That day......
He held her hand and told her I did.
I would like to...
Fu Yanye also looked at her, knowing that she must have thought of it, because he had also thought of it, and she said I would.
Still impatient.
Fu Yan couldn't help but ponder at night, and suddenly he didn't want to tease her anymore, and he was very serious: "Jian Jian, I..."
His hand went to hold her face, but before he could hold it, Zhuo Jian suddenly stepped back and reminded: "Hurry up and choose one. I'll go out and wait for you. Hurry up, the wedding is about to start."
Fu Yanye's hand was still raised in the air.
I remember their wedding.
She didn't rush him at that time.
Today was someone else's wedding, but she rushed it.
My heart was tormented, with mixed emotions.
He put down his hand and just looked at his palm and the wedding ring on his ring finger.
Then he smiled helplessly and took a blue one.
Zhuo Jian stood outside and sent a WeChat message. Zhang Mingliang and Zhong Mai were in the group, asking her to get out quickly.
Just as Zhuo Jian was about to run away, Fu Yanye walked up to her and said, "Young lady, you are so tired?"
His voice was very low.
Zhuo Jian looked up at him.
"There won't be many opportunities for you to tie my tie in the future."
"..."
These words sounded somewhat familiar.
However, she still took it and opened it, then put her feet around his neck.
Fu Yanye lowered his head at the right time, raised his eyes slightly, and almost kissed her face.
He wanted to kiss her face...
Fu Yanye saw her lightly closed lips, so gentle, and thought they must also be very sweet.
He knew that her lips were always sweet.
Zhuo Jian was almost feverish when he looked at her. She raised her hand and pushed his face: "What are you looking at?"
Fu Yanye was pushed by her and could only look to one side, but he was not annoyed.
Her hands smelled good and felt comfortable touching his face.
Zhuo Jian quickly tied his tie and reminded him: "Stand up straight."
"yes!"
He agreed and stood up straight.
Zhuo Jian fiddled with him again, getting to the most suitable position in the middle, and then adjusted his suit habitually.
Then the two hands suddenly stopped moving on his chest.
She couldn't help but frown and question herself, "What am I doing?"
He just asked her to wear a tie, why should she adjust his coat?
Zhuo Jian came to his senses and immediately took his hand away, but Fu Yanye couldn't help but smile, "Thank you."
"Um?"
"I don't like just verbal thanks."
"..."
Zhuo Jian didn't understand a word, but the back of her head was suddenly hooked, and then, his facial features in front of her were magnified infinitely. Soon, she couldn't see anything clearly, she just felt his smoky lips kissing her.
's lips.
"Well, in this way, I will thank you for this."
"..."
Who asked him to kiss her as a thank you?
Only he would ask for such thanks.
Fu Yanye smiled, approached her again, and asked her in a seductive voice: "Isn't the young lady still dissatisfied?"
"..."
Zhuo Jian looked at him speechlessly, thinking, you know what you are talking about, right?
But Fu Yanye tried to continue, saying: "It's okay, I can still be my husband..."
"Not anymore."
Zhuo Jian pushed his chin up and reminded him angrily.