He didn't stop the car and drove directly back to Shengyuan.
There were several reporters stationed near Shengyuan, and he deliberately opened the car window to let them take pictures.
After entering Shengyuan and the car parked downstairs of her home, she immediately opened the car door and got out, then walked out without looking back.
Fu Yanye looked in the rearview mirror for fifteen seconds.
He thought he could wait thirty seconds at least.
But within fifteen seconds, he pushed open the car door and strode out after him.
"You can't catch up anymore."
Fu Yanye caught her and reminded her.
Zhuo Jian looked up at him and said angrily: "I'll wait for the next bus."
"stay."
Fu Yanye grabbed her wrist, and after a few seconds, these three words blurted out.
He didn't want to say anything else, he just wanted to keep her.
Zhuo Jian's eyes were extremely hot.
stay?
Why should she stay?
She came to get back together, but before she could do anything, they became farther and farther away.
"Why are you staying? Are you arguing? I already regret coming back."
Zhuo Jian's voice was hoarse and vague. After speaking, she wanted to take his hand off his wrist, but she failed.
He held her wrist so hard that it turned red, but he wouldn't let go.
Zhuo Jian could only look at him again, "Fu Yanye, can you let go of me?"
Fu Yanye lifted her up from the ground without saying a word.
Zhuo Jian was startled and her brain was pounding. She felt her stomach was in danger and immediately shouted, "Fu Yanye, baby."
Fu Yanye suddenly remembered and immediately put her down. In this way...
Her thin legs hung on his strong waist. He paused and saw that she looked nervous. He forgot that she was just afraid that she would run away.
Zhuo Jian looked at him with tearful eyes, as delicate as she wanted.
Fu Yanye didn't dare to look any further, and continued to hold her in his arms.
Zhuo Jian could only hug him, but it was clear day and she looked around. Although there was no one around, she still lowered her head shyly and buried her face on his shoulder.
Fu Yanye's blood immediately surged up and became very hot.
If she knew how to hide it from him at a time like this, it would be considered that he did not spend this time with her in vain.
When he got home, he closed the door, carried her to the living room, and asked her, "Sofa or bedroom?"
These words sound familiar.
During the ambiguous days between the two of them, he didn't know how many times he asked this question.
At that time, these words had some kind of implications.
but now......
Zhuo Jian looked at him, held it in for a long time, and murmured: "Sofa."
Fu Yanye carried her over, but for a moment he didn't know how to put her down.
Zhuo Jian looked at him, "You won't let me go?"
Fu Yanye: "You can still hold me for a while."
Zhuo Jian didn't say anything. If he wanted to be hugged, he would be hugged until he was exhausted.
Fu Yanye didn't look at her, and just sat with her until his cell phone rang.
Zhuo Jian struggled a little, and Fu Yanye hugged her and sat on the sofa. She was still riding on his lap, which was both ambiguous and blushing.
Zhuo Jian wanted to leave, but he pressed his hand on her waist, looked at her and warned her not to move, and answered the phone, "Hello?"
"Has Jian Jian got on the plane?"
"No, please leave it alone for now."
After Fu Yanye finished speaking, he hung up the phone.
Wang Yue: "..."
If it weren't for me, your wife would already be at the airport right now, hum.
But the mother is not in a hurry to ask her son for credit.
Fu Yanye put down the phone, leaned back, put his hand on her small waist, and stared at her with his dark eyes, "If you don't tell me when you come back, or if you want to leave, I originally thought that I
It's very important to you, it seems I really thought too much."