Fu Yanye walked up to her and pushed her against the wall.
"cold!"
Zhuo Jian was immediately hit by the ice tiles behind him and closed his eyes tightly.
Fu Yanye stretched his warm palms behind her back and looked at her lips that were wet with water. He tried his best to prevent her skin from touching the tiles, and his two thin lips covered them desperately.
A piece of music that shouldn't belong in the room played. Zhuo Jian's heart trembled, and she immediately pinched his shoulder and reminded: "Your phone is ringing."
Fu Yanye didn't care, he just kissed her again and quickly moved his lips to one side.
Zhuo Jian lay sadly on his shoulder, her voice getting hoarse, "It might be urgent, you go answer the phone first."
She just took a shower, and she didn't even know if the foam on her head was rinsed off.
Fu Yanye didn't care about this, he just picked her up quickly.
Zhuo Jian reflexively hugged his neck and asked him humbly in a voice about to cry: "Fu Yanye, what are you doing? You promise not to touch me before the wedding."
"Can you believe what a man says?"
Fu Yanye's voice was also a little hoarse.
Zhuo Jian's skin was bitten by him, and his face turned pale in pain.
I was even more furious. How could a man believe such a thing?
Does it mean that she believed it wrong again?
The disturbing music outside stopped and rang again, and finally Fu Yanye stopped angrily, put her down gently, pressed her forehead against hers and gasped: "Wait for me."
Zhuo Jian: "..."
He took off a bath towel and wiped it before going out.
Zhuo Jian came to her senses shortly after he left, and immediately ran to the door.
Anti-lock.
Fu Yanye only heard a violent slamming of the door closing, and when he turned around, the door was already locked.
The names displayed on the phone also made him frown unconsciously.
Wang Rui.
Fu Yanye picked up: "Hello?"
"Yan Ye!"
Lin Ruxiang used Wang Rui's mobile phone to call him, and when she heard his voice, she called him humbly and excitedly.
Fu Yanye frowned and asked in a cold voice: "What's the matter?"
"I want to give grandma a birthday gift. Yanye, can you come out and see me? I'll hand the gift to you and leave."
Lin Ruxiang prayed to him sadly.
After listening to her words, Fu Yanye glanced towards the bathroom again. The more he looked, the more he felt something was wrong.
"Yan Ye?"
Lin Ruxiang couldn't hear his voice and called him again a little anxiously.
Fu Yanye came back to his senses, but remained indifferent: "No need, the relationship between the Lin family and the Fu family is not very good, there is no reason for us to accept your gift."
"What? Our relationship isn't very good? Yanye, we almost got married."
"You said it was close, Lin Ruxiang, don't come to Fu's house again. This is not the place for you."
Fu Yanye was about to hang up the phone, but suddenly he put it back to his ear and ordered in a deep voice: "Don't call again."
"Yan Ye, Yan Ye..."
In the carriage, Lin Ruxiang was holding her cell phone and shouting, but soon she woke up completely. Fu Yanye hung up the phone on her, and Fu Yanye rejected her again.
He was colder to her every time.
Lin Ruxiang held the phone and pressed it hard on her heart. Suddenly she felt pain in her heart, as if she was going to die at any time, and then she lay down in the back seat and sobbed.
Wang Rui sat in front and looked in the rearview mirror, wondering when she had become a crybaby again.
But Lin Ruxiang moaned more and more, crying and asking: "What should I do to save him? Do I have to die?"
Wang Rui held the steering wheel with a little more force.
She should clearly know that her death will not cause any pain in Fu Yanye's heart.
Lin Ruxiang raised her eyes and looked inside. She couldn't even see the house they were in in the huge courtyard. However, at this moment, she seemed to see Fu Yanye being entangled in the bed by Zhuo Jian.
He couldn't help feeling resentful in his heart, because that woman must have seduced him with her young body.