I don't deserve your love

In the spacious bedroom, ambiguous and charming.

"Knowing that you have to wash for a long time, I went next door to wash."

Fu Yanye looked at her with dark eyes and said, very sincerely.

Zhuo Jian nodded, "I'm going downstairs to have a drink now, I'm just a little hungry, let's have something to eat."

Every cell in Fu Yanye's body was protesting.

He wanted to have a good drink with her, but not now.

Otherwise, why would he suddenly run to take a shower.

But he didn't know how to refuse her, he told himself to take his time.

Anyway, people belong to him, so he can't run away.

Just follow her first, and then step by step...

The wine opened two days ago hadn't been finished yet. After going to the kitchen, Zhuo Jian took two wine glasses, found the bottle of wine, opened it, and poured two glasses while standing in front of the glazed table.

Fu Yanye took fruits and desserts and put them on top.

Zhuo Jian just took a sip of the wine, when she saw the tiramisu he brought, she couldn't help but look more curiously, and was pleasantly surprised, "When did you prepare it?"

"Before I go to pick you up."

Fu Yanye said.

Zhuo Jian couldn't help but look up at him, but every time she saw his eyes, she was a little nervous, she lowered her head, picked up a fork, put some tiramisu into her mouth, and diverted her attention.

"Is it tasty?"

Fu Yanye asked her.

Zhuo Jian nodded, it was really fresh and delicious.

Fu Yanye leaned over to her suddenly: "I'll try it."

Zhuo Jian stopped trying to stuff it into her mouth, her heart froze when she saw him approaching, and then she put tiramisu to his mouth.

Fu Yanye put the piece of cake in his mouth and tasted it carefully.

Zhuo Jian looked at him, and in less than three seconds, he suddenly looked at her with a smile in the corner of his eyes, and said affirmatively, "It's really delicious."

Zhuo Jian's heart skipped a beat, why did she suddenly smile at her like that?

She looked away unnaturally, but Fu Yanye felt that the taste in her mouth was simply not good.

However, he still prefers her taste.

He has been abstinent for too long.

Now no one in the whole body no longer protests against his inactivity, lack of force, and lack of domineering.

But seeing her eating so seriously, he could only take a sip from his glass.

The two of them have been together for so long, and he doesn't believe that he doesn't have even a little concentration.

Zhuo Jian ate for a while, took a sip of her wine, looked outside, and wanted to find something to talk about, otherwise she always felt weird.

After searching for a long time, it suddenly occurred to him that his son was not in their room, so he asked him, "Is Chengcheng in the children's room?"

"Ah."

Fu Yanye stared straight at her with black eyes, and then hummed after a while.

Zhuo Jian nodded, "I'd better take him back to the room later."

Fu Yanye looked down at the red liquid in the wine glass, and then looked at her sharply.

This is probably a little difficult.

Seeing that he was silent, Zhuo Jian looked at him curiously.

Fu Yanye stared at her with phoenix eyes, and agreed: "I know."

If the son is not allowed to go back to the room, he will have no bed to sleep in.

In fact, he has always been curious, whether she really doesn't know every time he puts Cheng Cheng aside and he sleeps next to her?

But even if you have to ask some questions, you have to choose the right time.

Fu Yanye raised his eyebrows helplessly, thinking of what Yuan Man said on the phone that she met Lin Ruxiang during dinner, but Lin Ruxiang was not a topic worth talking about for them.

In fact, chatting is worse than just looking at her quietly. She doesn't drink well, but it doesn't mean that she doesn't look good when she drinks, especially her lips after drinking, which are extraordinarily attractive.

Zhuo Jian noticed his gaze, and deliberately turned her back slightly to him.

The two of them have drank wine in this house, but it is rare for the two of them to open their hearts.

She still remembered that when she came back, he thought she wouldn't drink.

Time seems to be fleeting.

Thinking of what had happened since I came back, when I came back to my senses, I had already finished my glass of wine.

Seeing that there was not much left in the wine bottle, Zhuo Jian was about to get the wine bottle again, but before he raised his hand, Fu Yanye poured all the wine in the wine bottle into his glass.

"..."

Zhuo Jian looked at him.

In the huge space, the atmosphere suddenly became tense.

Fu Yanye put down the wine bottle, picked up the wine glass and touched the wine glass in her hand lightly. There was only a drop or two left in her glass, so she didn't move, watching him raise his glass to dry up the wine in her glass.

It cannot be denied that even his drinking posture is very seductive.

Zhuo Jian looked at his sexy Adam's apple, and then went up to his tight jawline, her heart beat unconsciously, and then she quietly diverted her attention while he was not paying attention.

She kept holding her breath and didn't let it go, living every minute carefully.

After Fu Yanye finished drinking, he poured the wine glass down and said with a smile, "It's over."

Zhuo Jian looked at him with a smile, but didn't speak.

Suddenly, the timing seemed exquisite.

In the dim space, there were only the two of them, ambiguous.

Fu Yanye walked around to her from the side of the glazed platform, and put the wine glass she was holding in her hand a little further in.

Zhuo Jian didn't dare to look at him, she looked down and saw that the wine glass was taken away, her fingers were gradually, one by two, lifted up by his slender fingers and held in the palm of his hand.

Fu Yanye stared straight at her with black eyes: "Mrs. Fu, we should have something else."

Zhuo Jian didn't say a word, his eyes didn't hide the desire and desire from the beginning, she slowly raised her eyes to look at him, very firm.

Fu Yanye didn't want to wait anymore.

He doesn't want to care about patience, restraint, whether she is willing or not.

Because if you want to wait for her to take the initiative, you don't know when you will have to wait.

He stepped forward, his deep voice was elegant, but his words were evil, "I don't care about you."

Zhuo Jian looked down at him bending over.

The person was picked up from the ground by him within two seconds.

Zhuo Jian put one hand on his shoulder as usual, and stared at him with clear eyes, but her heart was beating like thunder.

He thought he was such a strong personality, so why pretend to be elegant and decent?

He carried her away from the kitchen with his long legs, went straight upstairs from the elevator, and brought her into the room.

This night, he didn't want to have sex outside of the bed, so he put her in the bed, and then bent down in front of her eyes.

Zhuo Jian looked at him with clear eyes, seemingly calmly, until his lips fell on hers.

Both of them had the same taste of wine in their mouths, astringent and full of aftertaste.

When Fu Yanye's hand was stroking her waist, she no longer restrained herself, put her arms around his neck, and gently inserted her fingers into his black hair.

His body stiffened for a moment, but the kiss was tender and tender the next moment.

He thought she would resist.

She didn't.

He thought she would stop.

She actually responded to him.

Zhuo Jian thought, there is one thing that Ouyang Ping said is quite right, there is no need to treat her body badly.

Since you desire each other, let's have a good fight.

Fu Yanye gently pulled away the strap of her pajamas, and when she slipped her hand in, Zhuo Jian responded slightly reflexively.

With his left hand, he gently stroked the hair blocking her forehead, kissed her lips, the tip of her nose, and the center of her brow, and looked at her, "Miss me?"

The hoarse voice was not strong, but her heart felt moist.

She hugged him, raised her head to meet his two thin lips, and kissed him heartily.

Fu Yanye pressed her shoulders, looked at her with dark eyes and called her: "Zhuo Jian."

"I want to, I really want to."

Zhuo Jian's eyes were dry.