Zhuo Jian's heart was almost paralyzed by his tone.
Zhuo Jian came to the conclusion that he enjoyed humiliating her!
"It's up to me."
Zhuo Jian said lightly.
Fu Yanye nodded and got up and walked up.
Zhuo Jian looked out the window and saw that the rain was still continuing.
At this point, the drivers have probably taken a break, and if we take a taxi, people are not willing to come to this place.
She leaned on the sofa and silently watched the woman reporting the news on TV.
Those who work in the news must be steady and dignified, so Yang Yi and Li Yuqing reminded her when she first entered the studio and asked her to dress more maturely before entering the studio, so she acted very maturely every time.
But now when she was looking at the woman on the screen alone, she felt a little unreal.
Is the woman reporting the news really Zhuo Jian?
And when she looked at her current appearance, she looked casual and monotonous, which really didn't match that person.
Probably because of this, no one would recognize her off-screen.
Seeing that there was no one else in the living room, she lay slightly to one side and hugged the pillow.
Her voice was kept to a minimum, and she quietly watched the noon news replay.
With the sound of rain as company, I soon fell asleep.
At the corner upstairs, a man came out from the shower and stood tall in a dark nightgown, looking down from a high position.
Indifferent, there was no warmth in his eyes.
But those long legs stepped forward first, and then his movements betrayed his apparent indifference.
He took a blanket, covered her, and after glancing at the TV screen, he kept staring at her face.
He owed her something in his previous life, right?
I owe a lot!
Otherwise, how could I be tortured so much by her in this life? I can’t beat her yet!
But even if she held it in her hand for fear of scaring someone, someone dared to touch her.
Isn’t that seeking death?
Lin Jiaoyang deserved to suffer this disaster.
Fu Yanye couldn't help but move forward and look at her gentle eyelashes, the tip of her nose, and her kissable mouth.
He couldn't help but wanted to kiss her as soon as he got closer.
Her lips are still as delicious as ever.
How can I satisfy him with just a kiss?
I even felt particularly aggrieved in my heart.
He wished he could swallow her up, but he could only kiss her secretly.
Fu Yanye couldn't help but move forward for a second kiss, but Zhuo Jian turned around, as if he was tired of this posture, but...
Fu Yanye jumped into the air and couldn't help but press the tip of his tongue against the back alveolar. Then when he looked at her thin back, his eyes were a little sharp.
Soon, there was someone else on the sofa.
Wang Yue and Fu Zhengzheng quietly came out to take a look, and saw two people lying on the sofa, and their postures were particularly ambiguous.
Wang Yue whispered: "Look at how promising your son is, putting on a bad face and sleeping quietly with him."
"I don't know who you are following?"
Fu Zhengzheng looked at his wife and said.
Wang Yue glared at him, then pulled him back to the room.
On the sofa, Fu Yanye put his hands gently on her slender waist and rubbed the tip of his nose on the top of her head. It didn't smell bad even though it wasn't washed.
Later, the lights in the living room were turned off, the TV was turned off, and Fu Yanye got into the blanket.
The heating is sufficient, but it's still a bit cold.
In the darkness, Zhuo Jian's long eyelashes trembled slightly.