Zhuo Jian's heart skipped a beat after hearing this, then stood up and scolded him.
The aura of determination in Fu Yanye's eyes made her feel that no matter where she hit him, it would bounce back to her. She began to linger in front of the table, and then angrily glared at him with her big, clear eyes.
Fu Yanye was still sitting there as steady as a mountain, with a slender and beautiful body without any flaws.
Even his cold eyes at this moment made people wonder how there could be such beautiful eyes in the world.
"Sit down and finish your wontons."
Fu Yanye straightened his back again and whispered as he picked up the spoon.
Seeing that he was still so stable, Zhuo Jian was furious: "I will eat whoever I like. I don't care about him."
"Zhuo Jian! Don't make me use force!"
Fu Yanye saw her figure leaving from the corner of his eye.
She left very decisively.
What he hates the most is that she is so decisive towards him.
After hearing this, Zhuo Jian turned around and glared at him, shouting: "I'm afraid of you!"
But after she yelled, she still turned around and planned to leave.
She even went to the sofa to pick up her coat.
But the thin little body was restrained by the man's strong arms in the next second, and in a blink of an eye, she was thrown on the big bed in her bedroom.
"Are you afraid of me? Huh?"
Why is it that others are afraid and dare not resist, but she resists fiercely?
Zhuo Jian was hurt by his fall and her breath was disordered, especially when he pressed on her again. At that moment, all she could do was dance around to resist, but very quickly, he pressed her knees against hers, and then used one hand to
He was pressed on the top of his head by his left hand.
"..."
Zhuo Jian felt that there was anger in his chest, but when his hand reached his right shoulder, he did not dare to touch him.
Why was he the one who lost feeling in his arm, but it was her who felt distressed?
She, the woman who wants to divorce him and has nothing to do with him anymore?
When Zhuo Jian thought of this, his eyes suddenly turned red.
When Fu Yanye saw that she was silent, he lowered his head and wanted to kiss her.
Zhuo Jian reflexively looked away immediately.
But he hasn't kissed her properly recently, and even eating has lost its taste. When sleeping and dreaming, it's all about her gentle little mouth.
After she turned her face away, her outline looked particularly thin, gentle and fragile under the light. Fu Yanye glanced at her and bit her directly.
"Um!"
Zhuo Jian felt pain, closed her eyes and groaned.
Fu Yanye searched for her chin and sucked on her neck, making her breathing more and more difficult. When she finally couldn't help but look back, he easily launched an invasion.
Fu Yanye let go of her hand and couldn't help but touch her small waist.
Touching through fabric is the worst.
That shirt is in the way and an eyesore.
Fu Yanye was so angry that he wanted to eat her just like that.
Zhuo Jian's voice was hoarse and crying: "Can I go eat wontons?"
If she had known better, she would have finished eating obediently and discussed her grandfather's birthday party with him.
Fu Yanye looked at her with tears streaming down her face, sighed helplessly, lay on one side, hugged her, and whispered against her shoulder: "Actually, I hope you will resist to the end now."
"I was wrong! I'm going to eat!"
"This way, I can eat you first!"
One of the buttons on his shirt was somehow opened, exposing half of his shoulder, just enough for him to bite.
Zhuo Jian no longer dared to resist. When she followed him back to the dining table, she didn't even raise her head and just ate wontons.
But Fu Yanye couldn't help but keep looking at her and said to her: "Eat slowly!"
Zhuo Jian quickly slowed down, fearing that he would be bitten.
Fu Yanye was as elegant as ever, even when eating wontons.
After dinner, Zhuo Jian took the initiative to ask Ying to wash the dishes because it was inconvenient for Fu Yanye. After washing, he saw Fu Yanye standing on the side, so he stood there as if he was standing still: "Didn't you talk about grandpa's birthday banquet?
