Zhuo Jian and Fu Yanye arrived at the presidential suite on the top floor.
After taking a shower, she read the manuscript she had written earlier, and suddenly the girl named Zhao Ran came to mind. The girl seemed to be well prepared.
Fu Yanye came out of the bathroom and went straight to bed. He took her phone away and put it away for her. He held her in his arms and said, "Don't work so late."
"Zhao Ran likes you."
Zhuo Jian looked down at the man lying on his lap with his arms around her and said something.
Fu Yanye smiled after hearing this, "Are you jealous?"
"Kind of."
Zhuo Jian thought about it for a while, she felt quite sour when Zhao Ran called him Brother Yanye.
Fu Yanye felt good after hearing this. He raised his hand and hooked the back of her neck to lower her to him.
The lips of the two people touched lightly.
Fu Yanye let go of her, "There are many women who like your husband, but your husband only likes you."
Zhuo Jian looked at him, "Actually, I'm not that confident, but I choose to believe you."
I believe it will make people happier and more relaxed.
And if they want to spend their lives together, they should trust each other.
Fu Yanye looked at her deeply, "How can you not be confident? A popular female host, a famous published author, and more importantly, you have such a good husband."
Zhuo Jian felt that all her lack of confidence came from the man lying on her lap.
She raised her hand to hold his face gently, kissed his forehead, and whispered: "Fu Yanye, I think I'm really afraid of losing you, ever since I was little."
When she was a child, she was worried that he couldn't see her, and she always tried to make her presence felt in front of him.
When I grow up and become his wife, I worry that one day he will stop loving me.
It's much better now, but she hopes they'll be even better in the future.
Fu Yanye didn't say anything else, left her lap and pressed her directly into the pillow, "I am yours, forever."
He kissed her, gently, again and again.
The kiss made her breath a little sad, the kiss made her feel hot in her heart, the kiss made her want to fuse herself with him.
In the middle of the night, the two of them couldn't sleep. Zhuo Jian murmured in Fu Yanye's arms, "I want to go to Hainan to spend a few days with my elders and son on vacation after the Mid-Autumn Festival."
"Well, okay, we will go together then."
There should always be so many family vacations in your life.
Zhuo Jian looked up at him, "Really?"
"I'll follow you wherever you go, huh?"
Fu Yanye looked at her with dark eyes and said.
Zhuo Jian stood up and threw herself into his arms, hugging him, "Although two people are good, a few more people are also good, right?"
"I think it's better to have two people."
Fu Yanye held her beautiful back with one hand, and gently stroked the long hair that fell in front of her face with the other hand, and answered her.
Zhuo Jian looked at him, and after a long while sighed helplessly, lying in his arms, and scribbling on his chest a few times with her fingers.
Fu Yanye held her hand and said, "Baby, I can't help you scribbling like this."
"Um?"
"Let's do it again."
Fu Yanye said, suddenly turning her over again.
Zhuo Jian was dazed and didn't have time to think about anything. The pajamas he had put on for less than two minutes had already been thrown away again.
Wang Yue sent the video in the morning, and Zhuo Jian was still sleeping.
Fu Yanye took her mobile phone and went downstairs.
"Where is your wife?"
Wang Yue hugged Chengcheng and asked.
"She's not feeling well and she's still sleeping. What's wrong?"
Fu Yanye looked at the little guy in Wang Yue's arms with red eyes and frowned slightly.
"Your son started crying early this morning, and I don't know what happened."
Wang Yue said.
Fu Yanye listened, looked at Chengcheng again, and reminded: "Then it's useless for you to look for Zhuo Jian now."
"I'm not helpless. I'm thinking that maybe the baby will feel better after seeing his mother. Just don't be frightened by anything. I haven't been happy since I left the city."