Zhuo Jian felt his neck loosen, and subconsciously raised his hands to cover his neck, then looked up at him: "What are you doing?"
Fu Yanye gave her a disappointed look: "I just think it's an eyesore."
Zhuo Jian looked at him again, then moved to the side, holding on to her scarf and not daring to put her hand down.
Fu Yanye chuckled and couldn't help but guess: "Is there something growing on your neck?"
"No! It's just a bad cervical vertebra. The doctor asked me to keep it warm."
Zhuo Jian didn't even think about it, this excuse was used very smoothly.
Fu Yanye always felt that was not the case, but what exactly was going on?
And it’s unknown.
After leaving the hotel, it was a Rolls-Royce. Zhuo Jian even wanted to ask him to sleep in this car. The back was spacious enough and well-equipped. It was definitely better to sleep than at her home.
But as soon as she got off the car, he followed her and got off the car.
The wind blew her hair, and she pushed it behind her ears and said to him, "Can you sleep in the car?"
"Um?"
Fu Yanye suspected that his ears were wrong, so he lowered his head and listened to her.
"I said the sanitary conditions in their cars are up to standard than in the apartments."
Zhuo Jian murmured as she did not dare to look at the tall man who bent down for her.
"You want to sleep in the car?"
Fu Yanye asked, but immediately looked at the car.
The driver had already started the car and left.
Zhuo Jian: "..."
Woohoo!
What should I do if I want to cry?
Why did the car leave before she reached an agreement?
Is the driver really in a hurry to go home for the New Year?
Zhuo Jian watched the car drive away with some sadness, and then sighed helplessly.
That’s all.
"Then you sleep in my room tonight."
"good!"
"I'll sleep on the couch!"
As soon as he agreed, Zhuo Jian said those four words, then quickly turned around and walked inside.
Fu Yanye: "..."
Does she still want to sleep on the sofa?
That's not impossible.
Anyway, if two people are together, they can sleep anywhere.
Fu Yanye thought so and followed her in.
Zhuo Jian went to the bedroom to get the quilt, and then saw him lying on the sofa.
She walked over holding the quilt: "You go and sleep on the bed. You must be tired after flying for so long."
"Didn't you say you wanted to sleep on the sofa?"
Fu Yanye asked her while holding her cell phone.
"I'll sleep on the sofa. You're a guest. You sleep on the bed."
It's rare to have guests.
After hearing this, Fu Yanye couldn't help but give her a cold look.
Zhuo Jian's heart skipped a beat and she murmured, "It's not appropriate for us to sleep together."
"I'm a person who likes to go against the grain. The more inappropriate it is, the more I like it."
Fu Yanye quickly sat up as he spoke, reached out and grabbed her arm, and pulled her into his arms.
Zhuo Jian felt his heels turn in a big circle, and then he fell on top of him. The first thing his eyes saw was his domineering appearance.
Zhuo Jian heard a voice somewhere.
Thump! Thump! Thump!
It was simply louder than the fireworks tonight.
When she found out that the sound was her own heartbeat, her whole body felt bad.
She didn't know how nervous and blushing she was at this moment, but just thinking about how to get rid of this matter from him was enough to give her a headache.
But Fu Yanye held her firmly, staring at her embarrassed face with his dark eyes, "I want to sleep with you tonight."
Zhuo Jian subconsciously looked at him again, a little too angry to say anything.
"Do you have any other questions?"
Fu Yanye asked directly.
Zhuo Jian couldn't help but choked up and moved her mouth several times before she said those few words: "I refuse to sleep with you."