Fu Yanye quickly poured out the water. Seeing that she was still sitting there, he secretly breathed a sigh of relief and handed the water to her: "Just drink it."
"Thanks!"
Zhuo Jian said.
Fu Yanye put his face directly in front of hers.
Zhuo Jian subconsciously moved his neck, but quickly pressed his soft lips against hers.
Fu Yanye was suddenly stunned.
After the kiss, Zhuo Jian asked him: "Isn't it enough?"
Fu Yanye looked at her questioningly: "What other ideas are you thinking about?"
"Um?"
Zhuo Jian was dumbfounded by the question.
"Why did you kiss me?"
Fu Yanye asked her in a deep voice.
Zhuo Jian's eyes moved, and she began to feel guilty for no reason. She asked him carefully: "If you bring your face closer, don't you want me to kiss you?"
After being together for so long, she thought he understood the meaning of his actions.
Is not it?
Fu Yanye still frowned, but did not deny it.
Zhuo Jian took a sip of the water, frowning as he couldn't stand it anymore, and brought the water to his lips: "Do you want a sip?"
Fu Yanye's heart pounded again.
What happened to this woman today?
Fu Yanye subconsciously put her lips to the rim of the cup.
Zhuo Jian: "..."
Don’t you know how to hold a cup with your own hands?
Do you want someone to feed you a glass of water?
Zhuo Jian was dissatisfied, but didn't say anything else.
Fu Yanye sat down next to her, took the water glass from her hand, then hugged her tightly and asked her, "What's going on with you today?"
Zhuo Jian suddenly didn't understand what he was asking about today, and her heartbeat started to beat faster again.
And she felt his heartbeat, which seemed to be very fast?
Fu Yanye couldn't hear her answer and looked down at her: "Zhuo Jian, don't try to escape. I will catch you back soon, and you will be in trouble by then."
Zhuo Jian slowly raised his head: "Why is it so miserable?"
"Hang him up and beat him up, and then..."
Fu Yanye's thin lips came close to her ear.
The man's hormonal breath kept lingering in her ears, making her body and mind tense up. A layer of pink gradually appeared from the edges of her ears. Naturally, the half of her face next to him was also red.
Zhuo Jian lowered her eyes, holding her little hand and not daring to move it, feeling a little itchy in her heart.
Fu Yanye's dark eyes looked at the pink color behind her ears, and he couldn't help but place his lips gently on her skin.
Zhuo Jian's heart beat like thunder for a moment, she pushed him and ran away as far away from him as possible.
Fu Yanye looked at her with some disappointment and just kissed her.
But his cell phone rang suddenly, forcing him to let her go temporarily.
Taking out his cell phone and seeing that it was Wu Fei's call, he sighed helplessly: "I'll answer the call."
"I'm going to the bathroom."
After Zhuo Jian finished speaking, he ran away.
Fu Yanye collapsed on the sofa helplessly and answered the phone: "Say."
Wu Fei reported work, but his eyes were always staring in the direction of the bathroom.
Why did she lock herself in there?
Fu Yanye irritably picked up a pillow and put it in his arms. His lazy posture still had the temperament of a second-generation ancestor.
Zhuo Jian entered the bathroom and closed the door, then leaned in front of the sink and replied to Ouyang Ping on WeChat, "Low blood sugar. I have been discharged. Don't miss me."
"Don't be ridiculous. I was worried to death. I called Li Yuqing before I felt relieved."
"..."
Ouyang Ping's voice was in the bathroom with the door closed, so she clicked on it and listened, and couldn't help but laugh.
Ouyang Ping sent her another message: "I heard that Lin Ruxiang had a miscarriage a few days ago? Were you there at the time?"
Zhuo Jian continued to click, and after listening to the Chinese characters, he replied to her, "Yeah!"