"Then, after we have gone through so much, don't you want to build a little trust with me?"
"Building trust means I can't touch you?"
Fu Yanye immediately understood her thoughts.
Zhuo Jian glanced at him and lowered his head in shame. He was a little embarrassed, but his words were still clear, "Anyway, you promised not to do it before my wedding last time."
Fu Yanye stood up irritably and sat down next to her, leaning back and staring at the side of her face.
Zhuo Jian didn't dare to look at him until she heard that sentence.
"The water will get cold if I don't go!"
The man's voice was filled with unwillingness, anger, and connivance.
Zhuo Jian didn't dare to look back, so she got up and ran away.
Fu Yanye watched her running faster than a rabbit, and vaguely saw her eyes curling up with laughter. His heart softened, and he threw himself on the bed helplessly.
This woman just doesn't know how to make a man happy.
He would be so weak, disturbing his mind and irresponsible.
snort!
Fu Yanye felt that the fire was a little too strong and sighed in despair.
Who would have thought that Fu Yanye, who was all-powerful in the shopping mall, was so unfree at home.
Zhuo Jian went to take a bath for fifteen minutes.
Considering her current situation, she didn't dare to soak for too long, but after going out, she saw no one in the room, so she unconsciously walked to the door and took a look.
Fu Yanye brought up two beautiful bowls on a tray. Inside the bowls...
Fu Yanye saw that she was wearing a bath towel and her hair was still wet hanging in front of her shoulders. She felt confused, but reminded her: "Go and blow dry your hair quickly."
Zhuo Jian knew it was food and immediately agreed: "Okay."
Five minutes later, she was sitting on the sofa in her nightgown, eating the yogurt made by Boss Fu himself. Boss Fu stood behind her and blew her hair long.
Her hair was so soft that when he touched it in his hand, he would reluctantly let go.
Zhuo Jian enjoyed the bowl of yogurt very much. Fu Yanye saw how much she ate and said, "If you still want to eat, just eat my bowl too."
Zhuo Jian turned to look at him, as happy as a child: "Thank you, boss."
Fu Yanye looked at her directly with his dark eyes.
Zhuo Jian felt hot in his heart, so he quickly turned his head away and went to get his bowl again.
But after eating more than half of it, she felt a little full.
After Fu Yanye finished drying his hair, he put the hair dryer aside. As soon as he sat down, he was stared at by Zhuo Jian.
"how?"
Fu Yanye asked her.
Zhuo Jian smiled and said, "I can't finish it. I only have a little bit left. Is that okay?"
Fu Yanye leaned in front of her, looked at the small half of yogurt left in the bowl, and called her, "Feed me."
Zhuo Jian: "..."
Now that the yogurt was stained by her, it no longer looks good, and he has always had mysophobia.
"Hurry up, shameful waste."
Fu Yanye urged her.
"Don't you think it's dirty?"
Zhuo Jian asked him carefully to remind her that she had already eaten this bowl.
"I've even eaten your saliva, Mrs. Fu."
"..."
After hearing this, Zhuo Jian felt that what he said was right, and then she took out a spoonful and put it to his mouth.
Fu Yanye opened his mouth and ate it. It was still cold and indeed quite delicious.
Zhuo Jian fed him another spoonful and asked him, "Where did you buy it? The taste is different from what I bought in the supermarket."
"If you can't buy it, your man will make it for you himself."
"..."
Zhuo Jian looked at him in disbelief, could he make yogurt?
Fu Yanye saw that she was so stupid that she forgot to feed him, so he pinched her wrist and fed the last spoonful into his mouth.
Zhuo Jian looked at him, and suddenly her heart beat to death. When she saw a little stain on the corner of his mouth, she wiped it off with her little finger.