Fu Yanye paused in squeezing her fingers and looked at her with his dark eyes.
"Since you like that one so much, I'll sell it to you at the original price, ah!"
Her fingers are about to be pinched off.
Fu Yanye suddenly gave her a sharp slap, and then asked her: "Will you give it to me or not?"
"Here, it hurts, Fu Yanye!"
"What did you call me?"
"Fu, husband!"
Zhuo Jian wanted to curse at that moment, but in the end, she held back and called him with her eyes closed in pain.
When Fu Yanye heard the voice of "husband", he loosened his grip on his hand.
But her fingers were obviously a little red from being pinched by him, so he picked them up and put them to his lips, kissing them gently.
Zhuo Jian: "..."
Damn, give me a sweet date after a slap?
Zhuo Jian couldn't stand this, so she immediately took her hand back and put it behind her.
Fu Yanye hugged her carelessly and whispered: "Go get it now!"
"Can't it be another day?"
"Aren't we going back to our old house to celebrate grandma's birthday tonight? Grandma will definitely be happy if she sees us wearing rings."
"..."
Zhuo Jian felt that he could always easily find a reason for her to agree to him, no matter what it was.
The same goes for getting married, getting divorced, and being together.
Zhuo Jian looked at him, feeling sad, miserable and helpless.
"I've just had lunch and can go out for a walk to digest. I'll go with you."
Fu Yanye said.
Zhuo Jian thought, so anxious?
She didn't want to move after eating, and now she just wanted to lie down in bed.
The aunt helped them get their coats, and the two of them quickly went out.
When she got downstairs, Fu Yanye answered the phone and Zhuo Jian said, "Wait for me here, I'll get it myself."
Fu Yanye was listening carefully to the work report there and nodded.
But not long after Zhuo Jian walked inside, he looked up and saw a familiar car parked there.
Zhuo Jian exhaled forcefully after entering the elevator. Every second she spent with him made her too nervous.
Now I'm alone in such a small space.
Zhuo Jian's mind recalled that when he said those words to her in the restaurant, she concluded that he didn't love her.
Because if you love someone, you won't be willing to let that person stand up and take the trouble for you.
Zhuo Jian felt a little bitter. When the elevator opened again, she raised her eyes, put her hands in her coat pockets, and walked out.
Zhuo Jian felt bad all over when she saw Lin Jiaoyang standing at the door of her house.
Lin Jiaoyang just raised his hand to knock on the door. When he heard the sound, he turned around and saw her. After being surprised, he immediately laughed: "Ajian, are you out?"
Zhuo Jian looked at him defensively and subconsciously mentioned: "I live with Fu Yanye now."
Lin Jiaoyang's eyes flashed with darkness, and then he smiled slightly: "It is indeed safer to live with him now, but Ajian, have you ever thought that being with him will only get you into trouble?"
Zhuo Jian thought to himself, where can I not get into trouble?
"Ruxiang committed suicide!"
Lin Jiaoyang saw that he seemed to have lost her trust, and suddenly he lowered his head in grief and said something, almost crying.
"do you died?"
Zhuo Jian's cold words.
Lin Jiaoyang looked up at her in disbelief. She said the words "dead" so ruthlessly.
"Ajian, how could you ask such a question? Ruxiang treats you as my own sister, and I don't treat you as an outsider. Shouldn't you care about her?"
Lin Jiaoyang excitedly raised his hand and squeezed her shoulders.
"let me go."
Zhuo Jian frowned and looked at the hand squeezing her shoulder, feeling suddenly nauseous.
"Ajian and Ruxiang both committed suicide because of love. Promise me to leave Fu Yanye, okay?"
"Leave? Now that the whole world knows that I am his wife, and Lin Ruxiang is even willing to commit suicide to bring me to the forefront, how can I leave?"
Zhuo Jian questioned him.
"What's the meaning?"
Lin Jiaoyang had never seen a weak and weak girl be so tenacious. He silently swore in his heart that he would keep such a girl.