Fu Yanye raised his hand and gently pointed at her heart.
Zhuo Jian looked down and didn't know how to explain it.
After the elevator opened, she breathed a sigh of relief and murmured: "Go home first."
"Would you like to drink with me?"
"You want to drink?"
"Um."
"Brother Su Bai complained to me today that you haven't gone to drink with him recently. Isn't this the time you used to drink? I just came back to take care of my son. How about you go out for a long-lost nightlife?"
By the way, Master Fu is now off work every night. Unless he is socializing with clients, he is at home taking care of the baby. She is so well-behaved that she doubts whether he is the Fu Yanye she knows.
Fu Yanye suddenly touched her forehead, which hurt her for a moment. She wanted to raise her hand to touch it, but he grabbed her hand tightly.
He took her out of the elevator and went home.
It's like going to the battlefield.
Or a destination that requires special determination.
The result is home.
"You squeezed me so hard."
As soon as the door closed, Zhuo Jian raised her hand and held his hand.
Fu Yanye turned around and looked at her again.
He had been holding back his grievances for a long time, but when he heard her complaining about pain, the tall man suddenly bent over and picked up the woman and pressed her against the wall, and they started a verbal exchange.
Zhuo Jian's eyes were a little dizzy, and she hugged him in a daze, even if she wanted to cry out in pain, she had no chance.
His kiss was intimate and overbearing.
Before being kissed to death by him, Zhuo Jian suddenly hugged him tightly and sucked his lips when she found the opportunity.
Fu Yanye stopped suddenly, but his breathing was still very rapid.
Zhuo Jian held the top of his head and slowly sucked his lips a few times. She felt that he was not as excited as before and his voice was hoarse, "I'm going to wash it off."
Fu Yanye pressed her forehead: "Then what?"
"Didn't you say you want two drinks?"
Zhuo Jian said softly.
Fu Yanye pressed his forehead against hers unsatisfiedly for a while, and then put her down until his body gradually calmed down.
Zhuo Jian went upstairs, locked the door when she got to the bathroom, and then breathed heavily against the door panel.
Just now he looked like he wanted to eat someone.
She raised her hands to unbutton her shirt and threw all the clothes into the dirty clothes basket. Then she walked to the shower with bare legs and turned on the switch.
A few seconds later she walked in, wet from head to toe.
The wound above my heart has not healed yet and is ugly and itchy.
After taking a shower, she stood in front of the mirror and wiped the mist on it with her hands. When she saw the scars on her body in the mirror, she unconsciously leaned forward to take a closer look.
She didn't know when it would heal, and she had no intention of leaving this scar on her body.
It's not that I dislike ugliness, it's just that some things are better forgotten than remembered.
Wang Yinuo paid the price for her impulsiveness. She no longer hated her and didn't want to think too deeply about it.
Some people say it's all Fu Yanye's fault. If he hadn't promised to sponsor Wang Yinuo, Wang Yinuo wouldn't have thought that he could take her place as Mrs. Fu, and then she almost died.
But is Fu Yanye to blame?
Or maybe it was just a disaster in her life.
It was clearly Wang Yinuo who took the initiative to find Fu Yanye and gave Fu Yanye that opportunity. He just wanted to make her angry when he did that. He was angry that she didn't ask him for sponsorship, but instead asked Su Bai and Yan Zheng.
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If there is a next time, Zhuo Jian knows that he will never find anyone else again.
The person she wants to use should be her husband.
Anyway, no matter who she uses, everyone will talk nonsense.
Then why should I owe favors to other friends?
Some favors are far better owed to one's own husband than to others.
After Zhuo Jian applied the skin care lotion and other things, she dried her hair half-dry, opened the door and went out, Fu Yanye was standing next to her in pajamas.