"Is there anyone still chatting so late at night?"
Fu Yanye went directly to lie down behind her and asked her.
Zhuo Jian turned sideways and faced inside, always facing Chengcheng. After he lay down, she turned to look at him, "Aren't you going to be crowded when you lie here?"
"I like to squeeze."
Fu Yanye looked at her deeply with his dark eyes, and after speaking, he put his hand on her slim waist.
Zhuo Jian no longer paid attention to him, and while sending a WeChat message to Zhang Mingliang, she said to him: "Message from Sister Mingliang."
"What is she going to do to give your brother Su Bai a headache again?"
"..."
Zhuo Jian turned to look at him.
"Su Bai came to my office today and said that she wanted to find a random girl to get married. She probably pushed her into a hurry."
Fu Yanye said.
"Actually, I think Brother Su Bai has a crush on Sister Meimei, but I don't know why. He is usually very positive about everything, but he is timid about this matter."
Only then did Zhuo Jian understand what he meant by what he just said. As he spoke, he sent an emoticon to Zhang Mingli, "Come on."
Fu Yanye looked at her, smiled helplessly, buried his face behind her, and said in a hoarse voice: "We're sleepy, let's go to sleep."
"Um."
Zhuo Jian turned off her phone to silence and lay down.
The lights in the room dimmed, Fu Yanye covered the two of them with a blanket, and then his hands under the quilt began to reach for a warm place.
Zhuo Jian's voice in the darkness was a little anxious, but still gentle, "Hey, don't make trouble, my son is here."
"He doesn't understand."
Fu Yanye whispered behind her.
"Don't, it will wake him up."
Zhuo Jian continued to argue in a low voice.
Fu Yanye suddenly got up and reached out to turn on the bedside lamp.
Zhuo Jian watched him reach her son without telling her, and took him away directly.
"Hey, where are you going to take him?"
"It's too much trouble, take it away."
"..."
She was afraid of waking up her son, so she said nothing more, but she was helpless.
Her husband is almost reaching the age of her son.
Sometimes she felt that Fu Yanye was even more clingy than her son.
She thought that she might not be able to resist him.
In less than five minutes, he ran back again and locked the door.
When Zhuo Jian looked up, he didn't see anything clearly, but saw a figure jumping on the bed.
Then she lay on the bed, pressed firmly on the pillow.
Under the warm light, his black eyes stared at her deeply, and his thin lips rubbed against her lips, and then rubbed them again. There were more and more powerful things in his black eyes that could not be ignored, and he looked at her passionately.
Come.
Then the kiss became continuous, and she felt like she was in the sea, swaying in the wind.
When the night got deeper, Fu Yanye locked her in his arms and called her softly: "Wife."
"Um?"
Zhuo Jian lay limply without any strength.
"No matter what, it won't be enough for you."
After confiding, he kissed her thin shoulders.
Zhuo Jian was so frightened that he didn't dare to move.
Fu Yanye pressed her head into his arms again, raised his head, and rested his chin on the top of her head.
The night was getting quieter and quieter, and he thought this night could last forever.
——
On the other side, Zhang Mingliang and Zhan Fei came out after drinking. They walked lightly on their feet for a few steps before being hugged by Zhan Fei: "You don't have a good drinking capacity either."
"Hmph, did you add medicine to my wine? What kind of medicine? I'll go back and see if there's any antidote."