The old lady said as she took the necklace out of the box and put it in front of her with both hands.
Zhuo Jian was a little uneasy, feeling that this way of passing on the necklace was too solemn.
And when she and Fu Yanye looked back on their grandparents and parents, would they last forever?
Of course she hoped so, but she was afraid that reality would slap her in the face too painfully.
Wang Yue helped lift her hair, and the old lady put the necklace around her neck.
The teeth marks on the neck were looked at by the old lady and Wang Yue. They both pursed their lips and smiled without saying anything else.
There is also a simple necklace around Zhuo Jian's neck. Fu Yanye bought it for her when she and Fu Yanye went to buy a gift for her grandma that day. She has been wearing it recently and has not taken it off now.
No one felt it was inappropriate.
Fu Yanye sat diagonally across from her. He was used to her elders always calling her to sit in front of her. But now when he looked at her from his direction, his heart felt warm and heavy.
That woman would exude a fatal attraction to him at any time.
After returning to the room, Zhuo Jian went into the bathroom, took off the necklace, and put it back in the box.
Fu Yanye stood behind her, hugged her and asked, "You took it off so soon?"
"This is your family heirloom. What should you do if it gets damaged after wearing it for a long time?"
Zhuo Jian asked him.
"It's not your family, it's our family."
Fu Yanye corrected.
Zhuo Jian's heart warmed up, and she picked up the box in a good mood and looked at the necklace carefully.
Although the necklace was made decades ago, the Fu family was already very wealthy at that time.
So facing such a valuable necklace, Zhuo Jian gently closed it, then looked up at the man holding her in the mirror: "Will you keep it?"
Fu Yanye half-squinted his eyes, raised his eyes to look at the gentle smiling woman in the mirror, and whispered: "Such things are usually kept by women, right?"
"Our family is different! You are the head of the family!"
Zhuo Jian said.
Fu Yanye found the word "head of the family" quite useful, but still refused, "You should keep the jewelry. As the head of the family, I am responsible..."
This time the two of them didn't look at each other in the mirror.
Zhuo Jian awkwardly turned her head to look at him, his dark eyes were gentle, "I'm responsible for taking good care of you!"
Zhuo Jian felt hot again. Keep her?
Zhuo Jian smiled and said no more.
But Fu Yanye pestered her to turn her around, picked up her face and kissed her.
Zhuo Jian subconsciously wanted to lower her head to avoid it, but Fu Yanye lowered himself and quickly held her face to raise her head.
Zhuo Jian's neck hurt from his kiss, and her hands finally grabbed the fabric around his waist.
Fu Yanye felt the warmth on her waist that did not belong to her, and the next second she lifted her up from the ground.
She sat on the sink, raising her head and continued to accept his kiss.
Fu Yanye pressed her hands on the edge of the sink. He didn't kiss her with much force, but he became more and more affectionate.
Zhuo Jian felt as if she would be sucked into his stomach at any time.
Until finally he couldn't stand it anymore, so he held the back of her head and kissed her deeply for a while, then picked her up from the sink.
Zhuo Jian reflexively hugged his neck with her hands and wrapped her legs around his strong narrow waist.
Fu Yanye liked her action very much, although she was just subconsciously worried that she would fall.
Under the shower, Fu Yanye turned on the switch.
Zhuo Jian closed her eyes subconsciously, and soon she tasted a taste that didn't belong to them.
Fu Yanye hugged her and leaned against the wall, putting one hand on her back to cushion her.
Zhuo Jian's breathing was a little messy.
He paused and touched her forehead: "Do you like me?"
Zhuo Jian's face turned red and she whispered: "Yeah!"