Zhuo Jian felt something warm on his waist. If it weren't for the fact that he was awake, he would have really doubted whether he was being held by this person like this, because he looked like an iceberg.
"You just think too much."
She lowered her head and didn't look at him, but she said these words stubbornly.
Fu Yanye held her waist a little harder.
Zhuo Jian twisted twice, raised her eyes and glared at him: "Can you please be gentle? I'm pregnant."
The strength in Fu Yanye's hand immediately weakened, but there was hatred and resentment in his eyes.
She even yelled at him and even cried in grievance.
Isn't he aggrieved?
My heart and eyes were all about her, but what did she say to me?
Does he need her to give him freedom?
Zhuo Jian put her hand behind her back and tried to pry his hand away, but in the end he let him squeeze her hand, and he soon put her down on the sofa.
Fu Yanye turned over and pressed her inside to prevent her from falling. He looked at her with black eyes for a moment. Seeing how angry her eyes were, he moved his eyes downward. The tip of her nose was gentle, and her small mouth made her even more...
He couldn't help but seal it.
Zhuo Jian: "..."
Fu Yanye suddenly took her lips in his mouth and sucked them gently.
Zhuo Jian's mind was empty, why did he kiss her at this time?
Her hands pushed hard on his shoulders, but after pushing for a long time, it still had no effect.
He bent her knees and looked up at her: "You want to leave, don't you?"
"Um!"
Zhuo Jian was speechless and very vague.
"I won't let you go? Zhuo Jian, don't even think about coming and going freely."
He bit her lip once, and when he let go, he said this, then grabbed her lips again, and then sucked slowly.
Zhuo Jian felt like her breath was being taken away, but the sofa was so soft that she almost fell into it and couldn't push him away.
Fu Yanye kissed her on the sofa and his lips were almost swollen. I don't know how many minutes passed, but he still didn't leave. He just buried his face in her neck and whispered, "Do you still want to leave?"
"Um!"
Zhuo Jian murmured vaguely, but it actually meant pain, not a promise.
Who knew that as soon as she hummed, Fu Yanye slowly sucked the skin on her neck again. It hurt so much that she hummed several times before he let go and asked her, "Do you still want to leave?"
"Fu Yanye, you bastard!"
She scolded him.
Fu Yanye was not annoyed. Nothing irritated him more than knowing that she had booked her own flight. He raised his eyes to look at her, seeing her blurry eyes from crying, and murmured: "I don't plan to be a good person anymore.
"
"..."
Zhuo Jian looked at him blankly, not understanding.
"Just be an asshole."
Fu Yanye said.
Zhuo Jian sniffed and looked at him, feeling as if she was being pushed into a dark pit.
Did she say the wrong thing again?
I won’t dare to scold him anymore.
Zhuo Jian wanted to cry, but she was afraid that he would torture her again, so she could only hold back, but soon she was so suffocated that she couldn't breathe.
When he found himself crying, he immediately covered his mouth with the back of his hand.
Fu Yanye saw her like that, got up from her, sat down and opened the drawer and took out an unopened box of cigarettes, opened it and smoked one from inside.
However, considering that pregnant women are not suitable for smoking secondhand smoke, he lit it with a lighter and stood up.
Zhuo Jian slowly got up from the sofa, wiping her tears and watching him go to the kitchen. As soon as her mind moved, she got up and wanted to run away.
But before she reached the door, she suddenly heard a ding.
Then the whole person stopped.
Fu Yanye walked out of the kitchen unhurriedly with long legs, only holding a mobile phone and cigarettes in his hands.
He shook the phone screen towards her, put the hand holding the cigarette to his lips, took a long drag on the cigarette, exhaled the weak smoke, and reminded her coldly, "I forgot before.
Let me tell you, a few days ago I was bored and bound the door lock to my mobile phone."