After breakfast, Fu Yanye took Zhuo Jian on the plane and personally took her to the apartment over there.
Putting his work back, he decided to spend the night with her.
Fu Yanye hugged her on that bed that he didn't like very much. Seeing her lying softly in his arms without looking like a good girl, he couldn't help but remind her again: "At least one video call every day, mobile phone
You can never turn off your phone, even if you have a conflict, you can't refuse my call, remember?"
"I've told you this three times, it's weird if I can't remember it."
Zhuo Jian's white and pink fingers gently touched his Adam's apple, and the more she touched, the more addictive she became.
Fu Yanye held her hand with some annoyance: "Did I not feed you just now?"
Zhuo Jian remembered what had just happened and immediately blushed and was about to take back her hand, but Fu Yanye grabbed it and pressed it on her heart, asking her in a low voice: "Are you scared? Will I really do it again?"
"Then how do I know you?"
Zhuo Jian was too shy to look at him and just sucked her lower lip.
"Ever since I found out you were pregnant, I've discovered that my self-control is so good. Don't you feel it?"
Fu Yanye didn't forget to question her even after boasting.
The frightened Zhuo Jian immediately said wisely: "I feel it, I feel it!"
Seeing how flattering she was, Fu Yanye laughed angrily and pressed her into his arms. His hands began to be dishonest, and he murmured while pestering her: "I really don't want you to be here alone."
Like a little boy who just got some candy, he sucked it hard.
Zhuo Jian's body started to tingle again due to him, but she didn't resist anymore.
She felt that he looked a bit like her other half, someone who cared about her very much.
She felt that her heart finally no longer had a place to rest.
She couldn't help hugging him tightly, letting his hands roam around her body, and letting his kisses fall on her skin one after another. She gently comforted him, "I'm not alone. Sister Pingping is still here."
"But I don't want to be a weekend couple with you."
Fu Yanye was greedy for the warmth of her body and the gentleness of her breath, and kissed her lips gently.
Zhuo Jian was speechless for a long time. Only after his lips fell on her neck did she have time to say: "Everyone says that distance creates beauty."
"Being young is better than being newlywed, but we have been separated since the wedding."
There was no chance to feel whether he would win or not.
"Fu Yanye!"
"Be good! Don't be afraid!"
Fu Yanye suddenly pinched her thin legs and continued to attack.
Zhuo Jian felt as if her lifeline was being strangled. If he didn't let go, she might die.
"Baby, call me!"
He buried his face on her side and whispered in her ear.
Zhuo Jian struggled to breathe and called him sadly: "Husband."
"good!"
He suddenly took the edge of her ear in his mouth, causing her to tremble.
Zhuo Jian felt that he was enduring very hard, so she hugged him a little distressedly and whispered in his ear: "Fu Yanye, you really want to come!"
Every weekend from now on, she would eagerly look forward to him.
No, she looks forward to his arrival on the weekend every day.
"My little wife is here, of course I will come."
Fu Yanye pressed her forehead against hers and assured her uneasily.
"And the baby."
Zhuo Jian said softly.
"Does he still need to look at it? Sooner or later it will be someone else's."
Fu Yanye said something and kissed her gently on the tip of her nose.
Zhuo Jian thought it was very sweet, and couldn't help but murmur: "Well, the baby is raised for others, and the wife is your own."
After Zhuo Jian finished speaking, she was suddenly startled. Is this what she should say? Her face turned red.
Fu Yanye suddenly kept a little distance from her, staring at her with dark eyes, "Can you say it again?"
"I-I want to go to the toilet."
Zhuo Jian said and wanted to turn over and run.
Fu Yanye trapped her with his arms: "Zhuo Jian, you are mine!"
"..."
Zhuo Jian was hugged so tightly that she couldn't move at all, so she just huddled in his arms.