Fu Yanye looked at her with dark eyes and spoke so calmly that it made people feel like a rogue.
Zhuo Jian ignored him until he deliberately threw her down.
The woman held by him under the green shade moaned pitifully and tightened his neck, accusing: "Fu Yanye, what are you doing?"
Fu Yanye felt very good.
Every day I bring her to Shengyuan is wonderful.
"I can't do anything but hold you and serve you."
He said as he walked.
Hug her?
Serve her?
Sometimes Zhuo Jian really doesn't understand which Fu Yanye is the real Fu Yanye.
Wang Rui and the others did not dare to follow immediately. After all, this was their time as a couple.
Chang Xia looked out the window from behind and asked, "When are we going to deliver our luggage?"
"Let's finish lunch. What do you want to eat?"
Wang Rui subconsciously turned around and asked Yuan Man sitting next to him.
"I want to eat Kung Pao Chicken."
Chang Xia from behind raised her hand first.
Wang Rui glanced back, then looked at Yuan Man with a smile, and asked patiently, "What about you?"
"Just eat whatever you want."
Yuan Man now feels that it is best to have meals nearby and quickly, and she must spend as much time as possible with Zhuo Jian.
Zhuo Jian was hurt so badly this time, and she blamed herself very much.
Wang Rui understood her thoughts and couldn't help but said to her: "Don't be too nervous, no one can prevent accidents from happening."
Yuan Man looked out the window, she didn't like to hear some comforting words.
I find it very verbose and annoying.
Wang Rui didn't say much, after all, he knew her.
Sometimes he hates that he knows her so well, otherwise he wouldn't be so reserved.
Fu Yanye took Zhuo Jian home and carried her directly to the master bedroom upstairs.
Zhuo Jian leaned on the bedside and looked at him, wondering what his plan was.
"Can you let Chengcheng accompany you?"
Fu Yanye sat next to her and held her hand and asked her.
"real?"
Zhuo Jian became happy as soon as she heard about her son.
"Um."
He squeezed her hand and saw that she finally smiled at him, so he smiled too. When he touched her ring, he lowered his eyes.
Only then did Zhuo Jian realize that he was holding her hand and wanted to take it out, but Fu Yanye tightened his grip, pinched her finger with the ring and said to her: "Let's live a good life, okay? As long as you are willing to stay, if you want Orange
It’s okay for Cheng to live with us.”
"Can you convince your parents and grandparents to let Chengcheng live with us?"
Zhuo Jian remained skeptical.
"Of course, I'll call later."
Fu Yanye said, letting go of her hand and touching her face.
Zhuo Jian wanted to see her son, so she stopped messing with him, but she couldn't help but turn her face away.
Fu Yanye stared at her with black eyes, without leaving his hands on her face.
He likes to touch her face.
Zhuo Jian felt uncomfortable, but still mustered up the courage to raise his eyes and ask him, "Have you touched enough?"
"without."
After Fu Yanye said childishly, he came closer.
Zhuo Jian subconsciously hid aside.
Fu Yanye maintained that posture, staring at her with dark eyes.
Zhuo Jian only thought about her son and asked him in a low voice: "Can't you make a phone call first?"
Fu Yanye tried to kiss her again, but still didn't get it. He looked at her with a smile in his phoenix eyes: "No kiss? Then I have to consider when to let my son come back."
Zhuo Jian: "..."
Fu Yanye took another deep look at her, leaned forward, and placed his thin lips on her soft lips.