Fu Yanye was now a little satisfied, but the fire still needed to be suppressed for a while before it would go away.
The driver drove the car very steadily and slowly.
It was so slow that Zhuo Jian felt that half a century had passed and the car was still halfway there.
Fu Yanye hugged her, gently pressed his chin on her forehead, and murmured: "Don't lie to me anymore, no matter what."
Zhuo Jian: "..."
"Me too, no matter what happens, I'll report it to you as soon as possible, okay?"
Fu Yanye lowered his eyes to look at her again, for fear that she would think it was unfair.
Zhuo Jian didn't dare to look at him, but listened to his words and felt that they were untrue.
What evil possessed him?
"Jian Jian, try to accept me!"
He also said that Zhuo Jian mistakenly thought that he was sincere.
She couldn't help but raise her eyes to look at him, wanting to find out something from his eyes.
"It's better not to try. No one has to try to accept it."
Zhuo Jian didn't see what she wanted to see in his eyes, so she turned her back and refused him.
Fu Yanye looked at her and suddenly felt helpless.
He wanted to beat her up but didn't want to give up. He wanted to do what he did last night again in the morning, but as soon as she shed tears, he had to endure the pain no matter what.
Even now, she rejects him so pitifully.
The only woman in the world who rejected him, Fu Yanye, was actually the little girl who was obsessed with him.
He asked himself to be as patient as possible, and finally managed to get her to sit safely on his lap.
"President, we've arrived at the airport!"
The driver warned from the front.
Zhuo Jian breathed a sigh of relief and wanted to leave immediately.
Fu Yanye continued to lock her in his arms.
Zhuo Jian looked up at him and reminded: "I will delay the plane."
"Then I will send a plane to take you there in person."
"..."
Zhuo Jian had no choice but to continue sitting there, still not daring to move.
I was afraid that it would provoke him into thinking something he shouldn't have.
Fu Yanye pondered, pinching her clean fingers and playing with them for a while.
She was obviously in pain, but she didn't dare to hum, fearing that if she hummed, he would pinch her even more painfully.
His voice became deep and restrained, and he said: "I have basically explained everything about Ruxiang and I to you, but if you don't believe it, I won't explain it again in the future. You can think about it slowly and understand it slowly, but only
Ichijo, you have to cooperate with me."
Zhuo Jian asked him, holding back her heartbeat: "What?"
"Grandpa and grandma want to hold their great-grandson."
In Fu Yanye's sexy voice, these words were like a bolt from the blue to Zhuo Jian.
Zhuo Jian reflexively looked up at him. She didn't believe it was true that he wanted his grandparents to hold his great-grandson.
But her eyes accidentally broke into his dark eyes, which seemed to be as deep as a cliff, and her heart suddenly broke.
She didn't want to argue anymore, but the voice in her heart was very firm, yes, it was impossible.
"Let's go!"
Fu Yanye let her know what he was thinking, then let go of her hand and let her go.
Zhuo Jian immediately opened the car door and got out of the car as if he was running away.
In the winter in City A, a gust of cold wind immediately blew onto her warm face.
She pinched her fingers uncomfortably and strode inside.
She could pretend that she didn't hear what he just said, but the pain in her fingers never went away.
She looked down at her sore finger and found that it was her ring finger.
Fu Yanye called her on her mobile phone. Zhuo Jian looked at the phone number and then turned to look outside. She didn't even see the corners of his mouth move, but his low and restrained voice sounded in her ears: "I want to keep you.
Do you think you can outrun me?"
Zhuo Jian's breath froze, and she heard him say again: "Don't walk so fast in high heels."