"I have something more important that I forgot to tell you."
"What?"
Zhuo Jian's heartbeat was a little slow.
"Feng Ying bought a suite in Shengyuan."
"..."
"Because there is cooperation, I sold it to him at cost price."
"..."
“I don’t know if I will give it away in the future.”
"What's the meaning?"
"If your cousin marries him, doesn't he become your cousin's husband?"
"..."
Zhuo Jian just thinks that this matter...
Isn’t it impossible?
Anyway, she thinks that Feng Ying has more brains than Liu Yuntian.
But the more cerebral a man is, he is actually quite scary.
Zhuo Jian looked up at Fu Yanye, feeling unsure again.
"Since you are cooperating and I have my word first, you just say what I say. If he dares to bully Qianqian, I don't know what I will do."
"Well, I'll call him when I get to work later."
Fu Yanye agreed and continued to look directly at her with his eyes.
Zhuo Jian hadn't noticed that he had changed his mind yet, but she was worried about Jian Qian and asked again: "Then, does he have a family or a fiancée or a girlfriend?"
"There may be a few women, but there should be no formal ones."
Zhuo Jian was relieved when he heard that it was not official, but if he was just having fun, then he and Jian Qian...
"lady."
"Um?"
Zhuo Jian was brought back to his senses by his wife's call.
"Good morning."
"..."
Zhuo Jian looked at him doubtfully, seeing him getting closer and closer to her.
"what?"
She leaned to one side, her hand already touching his chin.
Fu Yanye was extremely upset. He took her hand and put it on his heart, pressing her in her direction and asking, "Aren't you allowed to eat desserts in the guest room?"
Dessert?
"Give me some comfort."
He said and kissed her gently.
Zhuo Jian's heart was a little wandering, and his gentle touch stirred her up.
Fu Yanye felt depressed after kissing her for a while. He couldn't help but look at her and asked, "How long do you want me to stay up?"
"Can't you want me anytime?"
Zhuo Jian whispered.
"at any time?"
Fu Yanye only grasped these two words, but when she didn't see complete release in her eyes, he sighed helplessly, "Whenever is the right time, my wife, it feels so uncomfortable."
"Dad, my sister pooped her pants."
Suddenly there was a familiar voice at the door.
The person who had just got into bed had to endure it again, and then turned to look at the door: "Auntie hasn't come yet?"
"coming."
"..."
Fu Yanye frowned and stopped talking.
The little guy soon left.
Fu Yanye pressed her shoulder in frustration, his voice hoarse, "I'm going to die."
Zhuo Jian raised her hand and touched the back of his head, "Okay, you can do it."
"Humph, I'm not too sure now, how about giving it a try?"
"Fu Yanye, is this how you pursue women?"
"snort."
Fu Yanye smiled bitterly and had to take his hands out of the quilt, put them neatly on her shoulders, and then continued to lie on her.
Is it so difficult to pursue a woman?
Don't you mean the spacer yarn?
In the morning, Fu Yanye and Su Bai Yanzheng made an appointment with Feng Ying to play tennis together. After that, the four of them found a teahouse to sit down and chatted over tea.
After Yan Zheng lit his cigarette, he said, "I heard that Mr. Feng is in love with Miss Jian?"
