Fu Yanye watched the TV and asked about things related to her.
Zhuo Jian thought to herself that it was indeed what she thought.
So, drink more.
Drink more and have more fun.
Zhuo Jian lay in his arms and raised his glass: "Here's another drink."
Fu Yanye smiled, touched her again, and then watched her count the entire glass of wine into her stomach in his arms.
Men naturally love to conquer, but he loved and hated the way she drank.
"No more drinking."
When she wanted to pour another glass, she just leaned over and put down the glass and reached out to touch the bottle. Before she could touch it, Fu Yanye also drank his glass, leaned over and put the glass on the table and pulled her along.
Then he lay down on the sofa.
"No more drinking."
Fu Yanye looked at her and said.
Zhuo Jian looked into his dark eyes but her heart beat like thunder: "Why?"
"I want to do it with a sober woman."
"..."
Zhuo Jian's face turned redder.
He pulled her down too fast just now, and she was a little dizzy.
Fu Yanye had already lowered his eyes to look at her lips and pressed them gently.
There was a faint smell of alcohol between their lips and teeth. When they kissed, they couldn't help but want to taste every last drop of each other's taste.
Fu Yanye stopped impatiently, gently pressed his forehead against hers, and murmured: "Baby."
"Um?"
"Do you love me?"
Fu Yanye couldn't help but ask this, and then kissed her again and again.
Zhuo Jian's heart trembled, and she hugged him, kissed him back and replied blankly: "Yes."
He would often ask, and she was used to it and had a way of dealing with it.
For example, kiss him back, hard and fiercely.
However, she was always bad at kissing, and he easily took away the initiative.
It was the same this time, and soon she was subdued by him on the sofa.
Fu Yanye held her hands above her head, staring at her with dark eyes, seeing the panic and helplessness in her eyes, then lowered his eyes to look at her lips, and kissed her.
Then he licked her bones clean.
Until midnight, the huge house was dark.
The man picked up the weak woman from the sofa and said, "Go back to the room and do it again."
Zhuo Jian opened his eyelids, but had no strength to open them again. He reluctantly hooked his hands around his neck and buried his face heavily in his arms.
Fu Yanye seemed to have endless strength. He drank one baby at a time in one night, which made her tremble.
Later, Zhuo Jian didn't know how she fell asleep, but when she heard her cell phone and was forced to open her eyes the next day, she saw someone packing her luggage.
This time her eyelids opened, and when she saw clearly the man who was helping her get clothes from the cupboard, she couldn't help but call out: "Husband."
Fu Yanye glanced at her with dark eyes. He seemed to have been looking forward to hearing this from her heart for her husband for half a century.
But her cell phone kept ringing. He put down the clothes on hand, walked around from the end of the bed to her side, picked up her cell phone and looked at it. Knowing it was her colleague, he picked it up: "You guys go directly to the airport, she is half an hour late."
arrive."
After Fu Yanye finished speaking, he hung up the phone and completely ignored the staff who were stunned when they heard his voice on the phone.
Fu Yanye turned to look at her, "I've got it."
Zhuo Jian finally turned her head to look at him and smiled gratefully, but barely.
She was so tired that she could hardly lift her fingers.
Fu Yanye couldn't help but feel a little itchy when he saw her looking so soft and waxy. He leaned over to lie with her, pressed his forehead against hers, and his voice was a little hoarse: "If you don't do it again, I really won't let you go.
