Zhuo Jian looked at him with tears in her eyes, stubborn as hell, but when she touched his warm face again, she burst into tears for some reason.
In the dim space, I couldn't tell who was really hurting.
Or, both.
She didn't want to hit him anymore, so she raised her hand and pushed his shoulder, "Get away."
Her voice became hoarse from crying, and she no longer knew why.
"I will leave if you tell me to leave? Take a good look at who I am? Between the two of us, I will always be the one who dominates, Fu Yanye and Zhuo Jian. No one will pamper you in the future, and there is no need to be with me anymore."
You pretend to be pitiful in front of you, don’t you like to find men to play with you? Starting from tomorrow, I will arrange a few for you every day, and I guarantee that you will have a good time."
Every word he spoke was like being delayed again.
"Fu Yanye, you devil."
Zhuo Jian said and pushed him harder, but he couldn't push him away no matter what.
She was about to collapse, and her eyes were full of hot tears. She was trembling, and her facial features were distorted by crying, but she couldn't push him away. Not long after, her hands were entangled with him, and they were directly on top of her head, "I won't treat him badly."
I’m the mother of four children, but I won’t treat myself badly, that girl Cheng Nuo is a good bed warmer.”
"..."
Zhuo Jian was mute again, unable to say anything, and just stared at him blankly.
She felt that their intertwined hands were extremely hot and tight, but it didn't seem like they were in love, it seemed like they were determined to enter hell with each other.
"At least better than you."
Well, he just wants to take her to hell.
He is undoubtedly cruel. He seems to kill people like hemp and kill without blood.
She wanted to report him, but she found that she had left no evidence.
Zhuo Jian began to hate him, and her tearful eyes soon filled with hatred.
But she never said a word again.
Seeing that she was finally defeated, like a duck in water, Fu Yanye chuckled and asked her, "Why don't you speak?"
Zhuo Jian couldn't say anything, he just expressed his disgust with his eyes.
Fu Yanye asked her with a smile: "You have only known this trick since you were a child. You don't speak when you are angry, but do you know? I used to feel distressed, but not now."
Did he feel distressed before?
She really believed it before.
But now, she doesn't believe a word of it.
He just wanted to make her angry.
Zhuo Jian looked at him coldly until his cell phone rang.
Fu Yanye let go of her with one hand, and continued to wrap her finger with the other. The hand with the ring on it went to take out the phone. His eyes were cold when he saw the number, but soon, he
He laughed again and watched Zhuo Jian answer the phone.
"Hello? Mr. Fu, I'm Cheng Nuo. The banquet is over. Is there anything else I can do?"
"Let Wu Fei take you to the guest room, clean up and wait for me."
Fu Yanye looked at Zhuo Jian, his voice was cold and indifferent, but it still made people's hearts tremble.
Zhuo Jian stared at him for a long time before she couldn't help but utter a hoarse voice, "Is it the guest room where we sleep?"
"yes."
Fu Yanye spoke provocatively and spoke very softly.
Zhuo Jian fell silent again, and then sneered.
Her face was now red and tears were streaming down her face, and she actually looked very embarrassed.
But she sneered, like a flower on the high mountain.
Those superficial embarrassments can no longer conceal her aloof true nature.
"What? Are you uncomfortable? Feel humiliated?"
Fu Yanye pressed her down and continued to ask.
"A good night is too short, why does Mr. Fu care if I am humiliated or not? Hurry up and go to the appointment with that beautiful girl."
Zhuo Jian looked at him with indifferent eyes, returning to his previous cold and calm attitude.