Zhuo Jian's heart was beating like thunder, and he reflexively raised his breath and tightened his abdomen.
Fu Yanye raised his eyes to look at her, and then murmured: "I didn't see it."
"..."
Zhuo Jian's heart skipped a beat, but he quickly settled down.
Jian Lian believed what she saw, especially after seeing that Zhuo Jian was so nervous that she could hardly breathe, so she changed her words: "Your wedding is next month, right?"
Some sizes are really hard to see unless they are on your body.
"Yes! Didn't I also send you an invitation?"
Fu Yanye doubted his memory.
Jian Lian raised her eyebrows: "That's good. I'm worried that Miss Zhuo will continue to grow taller, and then this eight-figure wedding dress will be wasted."
Zhuo Jianzhen immediately raised his breath again, lowered his head to cover up his panic, looked at his belly and said, "Mr. Fu has been cooking recently, so I have eaten a little more. I will pay attention to it."
"Well, let's do this first."
Jian Lian nodded, until she saw that her cuffs were a little big, then she started sewing for a while.
Zhuo Jian has never seen a man use needlework better than a woman, and he is also very beautiful.
Fu Yanye stood aside and watched, then walked around behind her and pressed his clean and gentle hands on her eyes unceremoniously.
Zhuo Jian: "..."
After Jian Lian finished his work and took the people away, Fu Yanye walked outside the door personally.
Zhuo Jian and her aunt were admiring the wedding dress in the room, and subconsciously touched her belly. She guessed that she would not grow up so fast.
A wedding dress worth eight figures!
Zhuo Jian chuckled inwardly, a little disgusted that he didn't know how to be frugal.
When Fu Yanye came back, the aunt withdrew, and Zhuo Jian stood there again with a sigh, and the hand on his lower abdomen slowly moved back to his waist subconsciously.
Fu Yanye glanced at her, then walked up to her and stared at her waist.
He really didn't notice the change, but he believed in Jian Lian's eyes, which were like soft rulers.
Zhuo Jian didn't know what he was thinking, so she murmured nervously: "I will keep in shape."
"I have to keep it up recently. He didn't sleep for several days in order to make this wedding dress."
"ah?"
"It's not that the things are expensive, it's just that some materials are hard to find."
"..."
Zhuo Jian thought to himself that it’s not my fault, it’s all your fault for giving people problems.
Just as she was thinking this, Fu Yanye suddenly walked around to her side, stretched out his long arms and pulled her into his arms before she had time to retreat.
Zhuo Jian's face suddenly turned pink.
Fu Yanye's hands gently kneaded her waist and abdomen.
She didn't dare to breathe, and her legs suddenly became weak, "Fu, Fu Yanye, what are you doing?"
"Why can't I see it? Are you heavy?"
Fu Yanye asked in a low voice while continuing to touch.
Zhuo Jian pressed her lips hard and could only lie to him: "I don't have a scale at home, how do I know?"
After hearing this, Fu Yanye nodded and murmured: "Buy a scale."
Zhuo Jian: "..."
But why doesn't he let her go?
And what kind of look is that?
Why do you keep staring at her?
Zhuo Jian turned her face away, but it was just in time for Fu Yanye to see the edges of her pink ears. Fu Yanye leaned close to her ear and said, "Your ears are red."
"ah?"
Zhuo Jian nervously hid aside, but Fu Yanye looked straight at her: "Why are you nervous? Even if you gain more than ten pounds, I will not dislike you."
"..."
Zhuo Jian thought to himself, even if you dislike it, it's not you who makes me nervous.
When he was kissed behind the ear, Zhuo Jian felt numb all over and subconsciously wanted to push him. Fu Yanye whispered in her ear: "Don't move, I don't have good control."
"..."
Fu Yanye said, kissing her neck, and soon hugged her up again.
Zhuo Jian's conditioned hands hugged his neck tightly.