"What are you afraid of? I'm not interested in cheap airports!"
Fu Yanye looked her up and down, feeling coldly humiliated.
"..."
Zhuo Jian's heart skipped a beat because he said he was not interested and put his hand up.
Zhuo Jian held his wrist firmly. His wrist was very hard, but probably not as hard as his heart.
Just when she mistakenly thought that he wanted to humiliate her in this way, Fu Yanye suddenly pushed her out.
She fell on the bed and bounced up a bit because of her speed.
She felt dizzy and finally realized that she had really misunderstood and that he was just trying to push her.
How did she offend him?
Let him bully her like this?
What's more important is that he was actually crowded on the bed that night. When Zhuo Jian wanted to get up, he held him down: "Sleep on the bed, or let me tie you up and sleep on the bed, your choice!"
Zhuo Jian put her hands on top of her head, looking into his dark and deep eyes, she suddenly became quiet.
There is no benefit in resisting him.
Zhuo Jian later lay obediently aside, with a quilt in the middle and no one covering her.
Later, she fell asleep in a daze, and her waist felt heavy. She didn't know where the pressure came from, but soon her body warmed up and she fell into a deep sleep again.
——
When I woke up the next day, it was already seven o'clock, and Fu Yanye was no longer on the bed.
Zhuo Jian suddenly thought of something, divorce.
She quickly got out of bed and ran out without even having time to put on her shoes.
Just when the door opened, he turned pale and stood at the door: "Why are you so flustered? Put on your shoes!"
When Zhuo Jian saw him, she felt relieved. She looked down and saw her bare feet, then turned back to look for shoes.
Fu Yanye was half-sitting at the cabinet by the wall, holding a glass of water and looking at her: "I have a fever!"
Those words were said out of nowhere, as if asking for comfort.
Zhuo Jian suspected that he heard wrongly and looked up at him from the bedside.
"Thirty-nine degrees."
Fu Yanye continued to speak in that extremely weak and sincere tone.
Zhuo Jian fluttered his long eyelashes and said, "Then take medicine!"
"I don't like taking medicine!"
Fu Yanye suddenly lowered his eyes, refusing with a stubborn stubbornness.
The aunt came up, took the two cut capsules in her hand and compared them to Zhuo Jian, then put them on the cabinet and went out quietly.
Fu Yanye looked at the two pills and frowned even more.
But a grown man, two capsules, what should he hesitate about?
"You'd better eat quickly, we have to go to the Civil Affairs Bureau!"
"My life is more important than the Civil Affairs Bureau!"
Fu Yanye said while holding a glass of water.
Zhuo Jian walked over, picked up the two pills, and looked at him before snapping them open: "I haven't washed my hands, please stretch out your hands!"
Fu Yanye's dark eyes looked at her again, and then he silently opened his hands.
His palm was thin and wide, and she held it far away when she was about to push it down.
When the medicine fell, he suddenly wanted to put his hand down. Zhuo Jian was anxious and immediately grabbed his wrist: "What would you think if Young Master Ye, who controls the fate of the entire city, doesn't even dare to take the medicine?"
"How would anyone know?"
He glanced at her clean little hands, feeling the warm temperature, and then looked at her again.
Zhuo Jian raised his eyes, and then sighed helplessly: "I can tell you! Selling Mr. Ye's gossip must be very profitable."
Fu Yanye stared at her for a long time without speaking.
Zhuo Jian put two pills in his hand, then looked up at him: "Don't be afraid, I won't really sell your information, take it quickly!"
Fu Yanye glanced at the two pills in his palm, then slowly moved his palm down...
Zhuo Jian was scared to death, and reflexively held his hand again, looking at him in horror: "Don't do this!"
"What kind?"
"Like a child!"
"..."
Fu Yanye frowned again.
"Only children need to be coaxed to take medicine, and you..."