"That photo is real, but I have not lost any connection with Lin Ruxiang."
Fu Yanye let go of her and put his hands on his hips unhappily.
Zhuo Jian nodded after hearing this: "Oh!"
oh?
Fu Yanye saw her walking past, heading towards the bathroom. In view of her locking the door last night, he followed her.
Zhuo Jian stood at the door and turned to look at him, "Young Master Ye, I want to use the toilet."
Fu Yanye: "..."
"If you want to use it, please queue up."
Zhuo Jian looked at him straight in the eyes, and after entering, he closed the door from the inside and locked it completely.
Fu Yanye: "..."
The look in her eyes just now seemed to be calling him a scumbag and unworthy of sharing the same toilet with her.
Fu Yanye stood outside upset. A minute passed and she didn't come out.
"Fu Yanye, please go farther away."
Her shouts came from inside again.
Fu Yanye didn't say a word and subconsciously leaned against the wall, feeling that she didn't know whether he had left or not.
Zhuo Jian finally got out. When she came out, she saw him still standing there. She blushed angrily and asked him, "Why are you so close?"
“How far does it take to get in line?”
Fu Yanye asked her back unhurriedly, with deep hostility in his eyes.
Zhuo Jian ignored him and only reminded him: "Hurry up, I need to wash up."
Fu Yanye snorted and walked in without closing the back door.
After Zhuo Jian heard the sound, she turned her head reflexively and glanced at him, and the next second she immediately reached out her hand to close the door for him.
The sound of the door closing was loud!
Fu Yanye chuckled, and his mood suddenly improved.
But then the two of them couldn't deal with each other.
Zhuo Jian deliberately avoided him while washing, but Fu Yanye deliberately came closer.
Zhuo Jian glared at him in the mirror angrily while brushing her teeth.
Fu Yanye looked at the tricky girl's face in the mirror, turned around and kissed her hard on the face.
Zhuo Jian: "..."
She just washed her face.
Staring at him with disgust, he raised his hand and wiped it.
Fu Yanye watched and brushed his teeth while leaning closer.
Zhuo Jian held the toothbrush in his mouth and pushed his chest hard with both hands.
As a result, the toothbrush fell to the ground.
Then someone kissed her face tightly.
A face full of toothpaste.
Zhuo Jian looked down at the toothbrush that was still vibrating on the ground, and looked up at him angrily. When he wanted to speak, he found that his mouth was full of foam, so he could only pick up the toothbrush, rinse his mouth, and then wash the toothbrush.
Seeing that she was so angry that she still didn't scold him, Fu Yanye unconsciously came closer and whispered: "Don't take it if it falls on the floor. There are new ones in the drawer."
"If you don't want anything that falls on the ground..."
Zhuo Jian turned around and looked at him fiercely again.
Fu Yanye......
Does the look in her eyes mean that she is going to lose him too?
Zhuo Jian washed her face again, and Fu Yanye brushed her teeth slowly beside her. He watched her immediately tear up a piece of paper and give it to her after washing her face.
Zhuo Jian looked at it with disgust, but still took it and wiped his face gently.
Fu Yanye handed her skin care products again, bottles in the correct order.
After receiving it, Zhuo Jian couldn't help but look at him and said, "Young Master Ye is very familiar with women's things!"
"..."
Fu Yanye's hand holding the eyebrow pencil paused, and he reflexively raised his eyes to look at the girl who was looking at him inquiringly in the mirror.
Her look was another misunderstanding.
"Yes, I have bought them for many women."
Fu Yanye said calmly.
"I don't think I bought it for many women, but I used it with them, right?"
"..."
Zhuo Jian said and took away the eyebrow pencil, but when she was about to draw it, someone suddenly lifted her waist up.
"I think your mouth is in need of a kiss!"
Fu Yanye held her face as he spoke. Looking at her delicate red eyes, his heart suddenly felt hot to death. When his dark eyes saw her gentle lips, he could no longer restrain himself, and his thin lips curled up.