How many years has this boss not had enough to eat and is he planning to starve himself to death?
And he wasn't blushing or out of breath.
"Wait a moment."
Just when she was about to laugh at his silly look, he didn't know what he thought of and suddenly said wait a minute.
Zhuo Jian looked at him curiously, "What's going on?"
"There's something else that needs to be done first."
Fu Yanye said, suddenly carrying her to the sofa.
Zhuo Jian stared at him, not moving his eyes away after he gently placed her on the sofa.
She quite liked Fu Yanye thinking about feeding her before doing that.
"What are you doing?"
But he started to go through her pockets.
"Where's your cell phone?"
He searched all her pockets and then asked her with an unhappy frown.
"My cell phone? It's in the car, with my bag."
"Hmph, you did it on purpose."
He suddenly sat down on the carpet next to her.
Zhuo Jian looked at him quietly, so what happened to him suddenly?
"Honey, please change this quickly."
"what?"
He turned around again, lay on her lap and childishly told her to change.
Zhuo Jian asked him what he was talking about, and he immediately looked aggrieved and muttered, "You know it yourself."
"..."
How did she know this?
He seems to be really drunk and trapped in some kind of time and space that she doesn't quite understand?
Zhuo Jian saw him lying on her lap so quietly and aggrievedly, and soon tears filled her eyes.
Soon, he saw a bracelet on her wrist, and then his eyes gradually became clearer. He took her hand and said, "It looks pretty good. Who bought it?"
He suddenly raised his eyes and stared at her.
Zhuo Jian: "..."
She felt a warm feeling on her pinched wrist, which gradually warmed her blood, from her wrist to her limbs. She suddenly wanted to laugh. How could he praise himself so much?
"I do not know."
She consciously pretended to be stupid and said something.
"I don't know? Is he a wild man?"
Fu Yanye suddenly became unhappy and frowned at her.
"..."
Zhuo Jian stared at him, looking into his eyes carefully, trying to determine what he was going to do.
"You know you're not allowed to ask for things from wild men?"
Fu Yanye said again.
Now, looking at how drunk he was, his eyes were no longer bottomless, but rather sultry.
"I know."
Zhuo Jian replied helplessly.
Fu Yanye felt relieved after hearing this, and then hugged her again, kneeling on the carpet like a wounded little boy, "You are mine, since you were a child."
Why!
Zhuo Jian sighed inwardly.
This is Fu Yanye.
Domineering and domineering.
She is his and no one can take her away from her.
She leaned on the sofa and was pushed by him.
Because he also lay on top of her and directly pressed her there.
She no longer cared much about her posture or the messiness of her clothes, she just stared at the ceiling quietly.
forget it.
Stop fussing.
She gently put her hand on his shoulder, looking down at him like a pitiful child, she couldn't help but raise her hand and touch his hair, "Fu Yanye?"
"Um?"
There was a bit of sleepiness in his voice.
After Zhuo Jian heard this, he said nothing and just touched his hair gently.
He never sleeps well without her.
Later, for some reason, the two of them ended up lying on the sofa.
Zhuo Jian didn't have any thoughts of dropping him off and leaving as she did when she first sent him back. She just lay in his arms obediently, being held by him, listening to his breathing.
She didn't know how much time passed, but it was so long that her eyelids were twitching and she was about to fall asleep. Suddenly, there was a bit of coolness in her waist, but it was also very hot in a certain place.
But he lowered his head and murmured to her: "Honey, I'm so cold."