"Yeah! Let's go to Starlight for dinner tomorrow night. Let's confirm the menu with the chef after he gets off work."
"good!"
Zhuo Jian lowered his head and agreed, and the little hands behind his back couldn't help but tangle around.
"Go sit down on the sofa and chat?"
Fu Yanye asked her in a deep voice.
Zhuo Jian raised her eyes to look at him, then immediately lowered her eyes and walked towards the living room on her own initiative.
After Fu Yanye sat down, he saw that she was still standing beside her with her hands behind her back. Finally, there was a smile in her dull eyes: "Aren't you going to sit down?"
"I'll just stand! Just tell me."
Zhuo Jian said.
"Want me to ask you to sit down?"
Fu Yanye asked again.
He seemed to be discussing things very well this time, but Zhuo Jian sat next to him with his head lowered.
Her sofa was small, so she tried to stay as far away from him as possible.
Fu Yanye looked at her meaningfully and couldn't help but ask: "Do you eat on time every day?"
Zhuo Jian thought she was hallucinating, so she turned to look at him: "Why do you ask that?"
She also bought stomach medicine yesterday, but she couldn't take it.
"I'm afraid you'll break your bones next time I throw you on the bed."
Fu Yanye said.
Zhuo Jian: "..."
"The guest list for the birthday banquet has been prepared. Now all we have to do is the hotel. Just don't make any mistakes."
Fu Yanye calmly moved to her side and reminded her.
Zhuo Jian felt him approaching and felt that the half of her body next to him was numb. She pretended to be calm and hummed, then raised her buttocks and sat on the armrest of the sofa.
Fu Yanye raised his eyes and grabbed her long hair the next second.
"ah!"
The armrests of the sofa were a little slippery, so when she leaned towards him, she landed directly on his legs.
Zhuo Jian quickly seemed to have fallen into a frying pan and wanted to jump out immediately, but unfortunately he could hold her tightly with one hand: "This part of the task seems simple, but in fact it is very difficult to complete. Some guests are not satisfied with some materials.
It's allergic, so you need to remind them to write down all the ingredients clearly."
The man's hormonal breath hovered in her ears. Zhuo Jian grabbed one of his fingers and tried to move his hand away from her, but Fu Yanye hugged her tightly from behind and moved her chin ambiguously.
He leaned on her shoulder and continued to whisper: "Did you hear what I said?"
"I heard it, let me go!"
Zhuo Jian's voice became hoarse.
"Ajan!"
He suddenly called out softly and hugged her hand.
Zhuo Jian was startled by this sound.
Fu Yanye looked at her face that was starting to turn red and asked her, "Do you like it?"
Zhuo Jian was even more stunned, and her heart was in a state of confusion.
What do you like?
She couldn't help but turn her head to look at him little by little, trying to read what he meant in his eyes.
"White Rose!"
Fu Yanye reminded.
Zhuo Jian suddenly felt her heart beating like thunder, and then she lowered her head again. Unable to pull his hand away, she could only murmur: "Let me go first."
"Do you like it or not? Are the gifts from those people better, or are the gifts from me more popular with you?"
Fu Yanye couldn't help but continue to question her.
I heard that she kept all the roses he gave her in a vase and placed them in the corner of her desk.
If she was so indifferent to him, why would she keep the roses he gave her?