Fu Yanye stared at her with his dark eyes, led her to dance, and replied by the way: "If we are separated, I have no obligation to accompany you anymore."
obligation?
Zhuo Jian smiled and didn't ask anything else.
This wedding finally entered a more comfortable stage after nightfall.
All the games are over, and all that's left is singing and dancing to congratulate.
Zhuo Jian felt that her performance in this wedding was not too natural, but it was okay.
Not making a fool of yourself is the greatest luck.
The cameras around were still operating, seemingly recording the moment the wedding ended.
It was completely dark, and lights had been put on all around. Su Bai sang a song and gave Eason Chan’s wedding blessings.
His expressive expression made everyone laugh. Zhuo Jian, sitting on the wooden seat nearby, couldn't help but laugh.
This man is really as naughty as he was when he was a child.
He never liked her.
Fu Yanye stood with Yan Zheng, watching him sing. Yan Zheng sighed helplessly, "I thought he was Zhuo Jian's ex-boyfriend."
Fu Yanye looked at Su Bai indifferently, "He does want to."
Yan Zheng looked at him and suddenly felt that there might be a story between the two brothers that he didn't know?
At around ten o'clock, the media were sent away on a separate yacht, and the older guests were also sent away, leaving the young friends to stay and continue having fun.
But Zhuo Jian was quietly pulled away from the crowd by Fu Yanye.
Zhuo Jian felt a hand holding her, and subconsciously lowered her head to look. Then she followed the hand with the wedding ring up, and she saw his face.
The light was too dim, and his whole person was not as cold as before, but a little more soft.
Zhuo Jian followed him out and stayed away from the crowd.
There are many tents in the forest today.
He took her to the most special one.
Zhuo Jian saw a bed covered with red roses inside, and she knew without guessing that it was specially prepared for them.
Zhuo Jian's face heated up unconsciously as he thought about it, and his beautiful big eyes moved away from the bed and looked elsewhere. There was a white bathtub not far away.
In such a temporary place, he still made such a complete set?
Zhuo Jian was confused: "Is this bathtub really suitable for bathing? Where did you get the bath water?"
"What money can't buy in this world right now is only the human heart of a very few people."
He said this and took off his coat.
Zhuo Jian stood next to the bathtub and looked at his movements, her heartbeat speeding up unconsciously.
He didn't ask her about the pregnancy again. Did he not want to ask, or just didn't have time?
Zhuo Jian felt that she was thinking too much, which really shouldn't be the case, but when she saw him loosening his tie and throwing it on the bed, and then unbuttoning it, she turned sideways nervously, putting her hands behind her back as usual, "What are you doing?
Well?"
Fu Yanye stopped and stared at her eagerly, "What are you afraid of?"
Afraid?
Zhuo Jian raised his eyes and looked at him, "I'm not afraid."
Fu Yanye walked towards her, and Zhuo Jian walked to the other side of the bathtub a little uncomfortable, bent down and turned on the copper-colored faucet.
Sure enough, warm water came out of it, but she had no time to think about where the water came from because he came over.
Zhuo Jian took a deep breath and looked at him, then lowered his head again and said in a low voice, "There are many people outside."
Fu Yanye paused, and after a while, there was finally a sneer in his narrow eyes that were so angry with her.
"You think I'm going to touch you?"
"..."
That's right. A wedding night is all about bumping and bumping, isn't it?
Zhuo Jian raised her eyes to look at him. It wasn't until he looked at her with disgust that she timidly avoided his eyes again.
Someone sprinkled a layer of rose petals in the bathtub. The more water there was, the more petals floated up.