She was in short supply. Lin Ruxiang had no business and was just using an excuse to call Fu Yanye.
She returned the phone to Fu Yanye, but Fu Yanye didn't answer the phone.
Zhuo Jian lowered her head and put the phone on the table for him, and said to him, "She seems to be just an excuse to talk to you on the phone. If there is nothing else, I want to go upstairs and take a nap."
"Since she was talking to me on the phone, why did you hang up instead of returning it to me?"
Fu Yanye asked her back.
Zhuo Jian: "..."
I really didn't expect to be asked such a question by him.
"Then you can call her back."
Zhuo Jian said something unhappy, then turned and left.
Fu Yanye watched her go upstairs, tapped her fingers unconsciously on the sofa a few times, then stood up and put away the bowl.
He has no interest in calling that woman.
But if Lin Ruxiang provokes him so much, isn't he really afraid that Lin will go bankrupt early?
Zhuo Jian went to take a shower, then changed into comfortable pajamas and lay on the bed.
She is so sleepy.
She didn't know what time it was, but she felt a heat in her stomach and moved unconsciously.
Fu Yanye sat on the edge of the bed and looked at her lower abdomen. He couldn't help but touch it with his hand. When he saw her moving, he moved away, and then he couldn't help but look there.
She was wearing a suit, and her top was a bit short, and her beautiful belly was exposed when she moved. He saw that it was different from before, and he couldn't help but lean forward gently.
Zhuo Jian's breathing was stagnant and he didn't breathe for a long time.
Fu Yanye was lying there gently, and there seemed to be something beating in her stomach. Was it that kid?
Zhuo Jian heard her heart beating like thunder. Yes, she was awake and was awakened by his sudden movement.
But she didn't dare to move. It was rare for him to communicate with a child like this.
Until his hands were caressing her skin, her hairs gradually stood up, and then she had to move again.
Fu Yanye then left her belly and came to her eyes.
Zhuo Jian felt like there was someone in front of him, so he closed his eyes and pretended to be asleep, then turned over.
But as soon as she moved, her slender waist would catch his eye. Viewed from the side, the curvature was so good that it made his heart itch.
His hand couldn't help but press on her side, and then slowly moved in, until it reached her lower abdomen.
Zhuo Jian's whole body was tense and he didn't dare to breathe at all.
"Want to suffocate yourself to death?"
Fu Yanye was behind her, pressing the back of her head and asking her.
Zhuo Jian took a deep breath and then exhaled heavily.
"What are you doing?"
She asked him in a low voice, her voice still very muffled even though she hadn't woken up.
"Ask that boy if he was abused by his mother."
Fu Yanye said.
Zhuo Jian's mouth moved after hearing this, and she murmured, "There is only one person in our family who can abuse others, and that person's surname is Fu, not Zhuo."
"Really? Why do I think that person's surname is Zhuo?"
Fu Yanye retorted.
The room was a little dark, a little heavy, and a little quiet. The two of them tolerated each other for half a minute. Zhuo Jian slowly turned around and raised her eyes to look at him.
Fu Yanye also looked at her with his dark eyes, no longer so indifferent, but still elusive to her.
"Abusers often don't know they are abusing."
There was a very stubborn look in her eyes.
Fu Yanye's hand was still on her warm skin and he applied a little force, "I don't think I am a sadist. If you don't know what sadism is, I don't mind letting you know."
"What do you mean? Do you still want to, yes, use force on a pregnant woman?"
Zhuo Jian suddenly felt a sore nose, or the bed was too warm, and she felt extremely aggrieved.