Zhuo Jian groaned in pain, but immediately regained his senses and raised his hand to push his chest.
There was no hair on his chest, it was cold and still moving.
Zhuo Jian immediately retracted his hand, then hid behind him, turned his face away, and lowered his eyes.
Fu Yanye still wanted to kiss her, but she couldn't.
So the black eyes were so straight, dissatisfied, and even looked at her with some condemnation.
Zhuo Jian didn't dare to raise her eyes and only heard him say: "My sincerity is enough, right?"
Zhuo Jian: "..."
Who wants such sincerity?
Zhuo Jian was a little annoyed, but he didn't dare to refute. He just thought to himself that he would never sympathize with him in the future.
Losing a hand may be painful for ordinary people, but he, Fu Yanye, is not an ordinary person.
It's a beast with a human face!
He definitely doesn't know pain or sadness.
Zhuo Jian thought so and lowered his eyes lower.
"I'm going out first, you have a good wash before going out."
Fu Yanye frowned and warned her, then straightened up.
Zhuo Jian didn't dare to look around, because with just a slight movement, she could see the mermaid line on his abdomen.
But Fu Yanye deliberately moved closer to her: "Did you hear that?"
"Listen, I heard it!"
Zhuo Jian was so nervous that he almost suffocated.
Fu Yanye saw that she was so frightened that she left with satisfaction.
Zhuo Jian couldn't help but raise her eyes to look at him, but she could only see his hairy legs under his narrow waist.
After he left the bedroom, she completely relaxed and patted her head: "Zhuo Jian, you must never be stupid again in the future."
Keep a safe distance.
No matter when and where!
She took a bath, and there were new clothes in the cupboard that Wang Yue had ordered her to prepare, but they were all in a long skirt.
Zhuo Jian picked a purple one and put it on. It felt soft, the fabric was very comfortable, and it was warm enough.
It was just a round neck, so she put on a white shirt underneath, just in time to wear it when entering the studio.
After Zhuo Jian changed her clothes and went downstairs, most of the Fu family had already gotten up.
Fu Yanye was drinking coffee at the window and watched Fu Zhengzheng playing chess with the old man. Wang Yue just came out of the kitchen and looked up at the beautiful little girl walking down. He couldn't help but praise: "Look, where did this little star come from?
It’s so beautiful!”
Fu Yanye had already changed into his trousers and shirt. Hearing the sound, he stopped drinking coffee and raised his eyes.
Her waist is already thin, and wearing such dark clothes makes it look even more manageable.
He has a small face, not very round, but it is not an oval face, but his round eyes are particularly eye-catching.
Fu Yanye lowered his eyes silently and continued to watch the chess game, but his heart couldn't help but continue to flutter.
"Mom, good morning!"
Zhuo Jian said hello and walked to Wang Yue. Wang Yue reached out and hugged her hand: "Mom, you have good taste, right?"
"Yeah! Very good!"
Zhuo Jian nodded and praised with satisfaction and happiness.
"I also prepared a few suits for you and will deliver them right away, so that you don't have to go back and change them. You'll be tired from running around."
Wang Yue said.
Zhuo Jian felt warm in her heart and couldn't help but hug her shoulders and act coquettishly: "Stop being so considerate, I will be spoiled by you."
"She is such a precious wife, if I don't pamper her, who will?"
Wang Yue said, just as he and Zhuo Jian walked to the living room, he glared at Fu Yanye.
Fu Yanye realized that he was talking about him, but he didn't raise his head.