Fu Yanye looked at her with dark eyes again and ordered: "Say it again!"
"If I'm willing to fall on you again, can you stop touching me lately?"
When Zhuo Jian asked this question, his face turned red with embarrassment.
She wants to be an upright person!
But obviously, she has no chance!
Fu Yanye's knife-like eyes gradually became less sharp, and his grip on her was no longer so strong. He just whispered: "Don't say an unfeeling word to me again."
He doesn't want to hear it.
"good!"
Fu Yanye reluctantly took his hand out of her clothes, but couldn't help but put it against her forehead to breathe softly and murmured: "Say something nice to me now."
melodious?
Zhuo Jian was so dumb that she couldn't think of anything to say.
His sudden childish soft voice made her a little confused.
Fu Yanye kissed her lips, and then whispered reluctantly: "Say you like me!"
Zhuo Jian thought he was strange.
What's so good about this?
He doesn't seem to be in need of confession either.
But in order to get him to let her go, Zhuo Jian's heart skipped a beat and she whispered: "I, like you."
Fu Yanye was dissatisfied: "Hold me and talk in my ear."
Zhuo Jian: "..."
"Zhuo Jian! Are you obedient?"
His voice was deep and hoarse, and he squeezed her delicate body with both hands.
"I, I like you!"
Zhuo Jian reached out and hooked his neck, her lips were next to his ear, and she opened her mouth several times before shamefully uttering these words.
Fu Yanye felt that this life was extremely soft and fragrant.
As if the unpleasantness downstairs half an hour ago was a lifetime ago, he suddenly held the back of her head, arched his narrow waist, sucked her lips again, and then launched his superb kissing skills.
Zhuo Jian was afraid of upsetting him and suffering, so he responded gently to him twice, raised his hand to hold his face: "Mr. Jian is waiting for us downstairs."
Fu Yanye looked at her with passionate eyes and said in a low voice: "Wait until he leaves before continuing."
"..."
Zhuo Jian's face tightened with fear.
"Just kiss."
As Fu Yanye said that, he kissed her again, and then again.
After he changed his clothes and went out, Zhuo Jian sat on the edge of the bed and took a breath of relaxation. She was really afraid just now, afraid that she would respond to him enthusiastically if she couldn't restrain herself.
Fortunately, I was no longer twenty years old. If he had kissed her like this at that time, she would have been seduced and she would have given her life to him.
But now...
"Zhuo Jian, please wake up."
She gently stroked her belly with her little hand, looked down, and then exhaled forcefully, stood up, found a white dress in the cupboard, put it on and went out.
Downstairs, Fu Yanye was sitting on the sofa like a gentleman, drinking tea with designer Jian and waiting for her. There were two people sitting next to him, who should be Jian's assistants.
When they saw her coming, they both stood up.
Zhuo Jian nodded politely: "Hello!"
The two female assistants also nodded to her.
Jian Lian raised her eyes, looked at her once and then lowered her eyes, looking at her nose and heart.
Zhuo Jian wanted to sit down next to him, but Fu Yanye raised his hand and pulled her to his side.
Zhuo Jian couldn't sit still and fell into his arms, looking up at him dissatisfied.
"Sit next to me."
Fu Yanye only mentioned it in a low voice, but his eyes were very serious.
Zhuo Jian thought about what happened upstairs, so she followed him and sat next to him.
Fu Yanye held her hand, Jian Lian looked at it, and asked curiously: "It is said that you two have been secretly married for more than three years, haven't you bought a wedding ring yet?"
Fu Yanye's originally gentle face immediately turned cold again.
Zhuo Jian also glanced at the two people's intertwined hands uncomfortably.
"Mr. Jane is saying that the ring is no longer suitable if you don't wear it anymore."
