Zhuo Jian was furious, but she didn't want to get angry. After all, she knew his temper well, so she coaxed him softly: "You'd better say it quickly. Don't blame me for delaying the young master's time to open the gift."
Fu Yanye looked straight at her again, opening the gift?
"Does he like Qianqian or not?"
"Like it."
"..."
"Don't you like being able to follow me wherever you go?"
"..."
Fu Yanye sighed when he saw her sudden silence.
He is obviously talking about other people's affairs, but he also seems to be talking about himself.
The two of them have been entangled in love and hatred for so many years, but he still couldn't help but follow her around. He thought that she had known that only when she loved someone would he appear in front of her at any time.
"Then, he doesn't mind Jian Qian being pregnant with someone else's child?"
Zhuo Jian asked again, and then made a sound of pain.
Fu Yanye warned her with his eyes and immediately said: "Is it Liu Yuntian's child?"
"..."
Zhuo Jian suddenly became quiet.
"Humph, you hide such a big thing from me, you think I can't notice it?"
"What did you detect?"
Zhuo Jian felt a little guilty and asked him, holding his wrist with her hand.
He squeezed her waist so much that it hurt.
"Jian Qian's child is Feng Ying."
"..."
Zhuo Jian looked at him, her heart pounding, and she didn't dare to admit it.
Fu Yanye's face turned cold: "What? Do you think I'm a member of Feng Ying's party?"
"Aren't you?"
Zhuo Jian asked him in a low voice.
"For those of you who haven't known who I am after all these years, Mrs. Fu, you are really incompetent."
"Ah, stop pinching, be gentle."
Zhuo Jian quickly reminded him before she died of pain, although her voice was already a little hoarse.
"Do you want to tell me about Jian Qian?"
"don't want."
She is still very insistent on this matter.
Although Fu Yanye was angry, he didn't ask any more questions and returned to their main topic: "I want to open a gift."
"Let me go first."
"Where is it? I'll take you to get it."
Fu Yanye scanned around inside, but couldn't find any of his things. They were all women's things.
"Just wait a little longer, otherwise how can it be called a surprise?"
Zhuo Jian reluctantly reminded him.
Fu Yanye thought for a moment and let go of her slightly.
Zhuo Jian was about to run away immediately. Fu Yanye put his hands on the wall and trapped her: "If not, you really don't even think about getting out of bed tomorrow. I have a huge appetite recently."
"Haha, young master, can you tell me first, has Feng Ying expressed his desire to marry Qianqian?"
"Are you going too far?"
"I'm looking for a gift."
Zhuo Jian said, ducking out from under his arm.
Fu Yanye lowered his head and looked at her like that, and his mood improved unconsciously.
But Zhuo Jian got in again, looked up at him and asked, "Master, I'm a little dissatisfied."
"Um?"
Fu Yanye squinted his eyes.
"Tell me, did he say he wanted to marry Qianqian."
"I don't need a gift."
Fu Yanye suddenly reminded her with a serious face.
Zhuo Jian thought for a moment, then looked up at him, "Forget it, I won't get it."
When she knew half of the matter and didn't know the other half, it would be difficult for her to satisfy him.
But as soon as she gave up, Fu Yanye couldn't stand it anymore.
Calling him a young master this time, it seemed like I was back in time every minute.
But now she was refusing to welcome her, so he couldn't help but throw her on the bed immediately, making her cry and beg for mercy.
Moreover, tonight is his birthday, so what's going on when he keeps talking about her cousin?
"Zhuo Jian, tell me again what do you want?"
How long does the glacier stay cold? How many minutes does it stay cold?
