Zhuo Jian's heart was beating like thunder, and she unconsciously clenched his strong arm.
"No! You cannot hold such a press conference."
She was tempted, but reason still prevailed.
Fu Yanye buried himself in her hot skin, his voice low and hoarse: "I can't let something like this happen again."
She could no longer be allowed to face such danger alone.
The last time I splashed paint was a blessing, this time it was because I was in Starlight, so what about next time?
Fu Yanye pressed her small waist hard against his body, and the feeling of wanting to blend her into his body became more and more obvious.
right?
money?
background?
Those things cannot become decorations.
Even if that person is Lin Jiaoyang.
Zhuo Jian was later carried into the bathroom, washed, changed clothes, and then carried back to bed.
On the soft big bed, rolling around at will makes you feel like you are in the clouds.
But before she could move, Fu Yanye had already taken her into his arms again: "Sleep well, I will not touch you tonight."
After being tormented all night, she had no energy to provoke him anymore. She was so groggy that she fell asleep within a few minutes.
At twelve o'clock at night, Fu Yanye turned on the wall lamp next to the bed, carefully lifted up her clothes, and applied medicine to her.
Not only her waist, but her calves were also very bruised.
Finally, I wiped her face and hands, then put on her nightgown and went out.
In the office on the top floor, he took out his mobile phone and dialed a series of numbers: "Are you cooperating with Lin recently?"
"Don't sign it!"
"He doesn't deserve it!"
After Fu Yanye finished speaking, he hung up the phone, but soon dialed another person.
Although Zhuo Jian refused to announce the news of their hidden marriage, Fu Yanye vaguely felt that a crisis was coming.
No matter what she thinks or how much she hates him, he can't hide it like this anymore.
It was around three o'clock in the middle of the night when he returned to the hotel from outside.
She was still sleeping, so Fu Yanye lifted the quilt and lay in, hugging her to sleep.
——
At around seven o'clock in the morning, Zhuo Jian was woken up by a phone call in a daze.
"Hello?"
My voice was hoarse and dry from sleep, and when I turned around and hit the pillow, my face started to hurt.
"My dear, don't you want a divorce?"
"Yes what's the matter?"
"The matter of your marriage to Fu Yanye was..."
"Um?"
"Everyone knows it!"
"..."
Zhuo Jian sat up drowsily, her eyes still a little blurry.
But my mind is running very fast.
Wait for her to hang up the phone, and then open a certain wave, haha.
Title, Fu Yanye and Zhuo Jian.
Click to open.
First of all, a large high-definition picture. Although the important information is coded, it is the two of them who are correct.
The words below: The news about the secret marriage of the boss of the Fu Group turned out to be true, but the bride in the secret marriage was not the daughter of the Lin Group, but someone else.
The date of the marriage certificate was three years ago...
Here are some people speculating about their married life.
Some people say that Fu Yanye has his feet in two boats and controls two women at the same time.
Some people say that Zhuo Jian was a mistress who used unfair means to steal the man of the eldest lady of the Lin Group and a man who was a terminal cancer patient.
After Zhuo Jian read this, he felt like he was struck by thunder.
It’s over!
These two words seemed to stand prominently above her head.
Suddenly there was a heavy weight in her lower abdomen, and Zhuo Jian lowered her head subconsciously. After seeing the arm clearly, she turned to look at the sleeping person, and her mouth opened wide in shock.