I don't deserve your love

"Zhuo Jian, you've failed your studies."

Fu Yanye narrowed his black eyes and said her, and moved closer to her.

"Where did I learn to be bad? Tell me quickly, have you seen it?"

Zhuo Jian was a little nervous by his sudden and ambiguous approach, but she could continue to look at him with a sigh of relief, and asked him savagely.

"No."

"No? Really?"

Zhuo Jian purposely kept her voice slow and studied deeply.

Fu Yanye looked at her, and suddenly realized that maybe she wasn't angry just now.

Just thinking of something?

After Fu Yanye realized this, he continued to smile and said, "In that case, men generally want women, but you know I have a cleansing habit."

"..."

Zhuo Jian looked at him questioningly.

"I was dazzled at the time, until..."

He stopped suddenly, and looked at her with ambiguity in his black eyes.

"..."

Zhuo Jian heard her heart beating wildly again.

Until what?

Talking half is really anxious to death.

"until……"

"Got home!"

Zhuo Jian suddenly thought of what happened later that night, and suddenly understood that he hesitated to speak, looked at the number in front of him, and interrupted him immediately even though it was blurry.

Seeing her blushing, Fu Yanye continued to hold her still.

Zhuo Jian couldn't push him away, so she had to look at him again, and begged with a blushing face, "Stop making trouble."

"I made a fuss? I'm just stating a fact to my wife."

Fu Yanye was even more frank, and just looked at her lips after saying this.

Zhuo Jian was a little uncomfortable with his short hair, and even felt that he was too majestic, so she didn't dare to argue with him, but anticipating what he wanted to do next, she lowered her voice and reminded him aggrievedly: "The children are waiting for us at home. "

"That's why I'm not in a hurry to go back."

Fu Yanye looked at her lips, not wanting to wait any longer.

Finally, that hand pinched her chin.

The lights in the elevator were still bright enough for him to see her alluring lips clearly, and then the black eyes gradually became serious.

Zhuo Jian was kissed by him, and her two hands unconsciously clenched into fists on his heart, forgetting to breathe.

Fu Yanye kissed again, seeing that she still didn't respond, he began to roll and suck kisses on her lips.

Why does he want to stop kissing her?

Fu Yanye thought, in the past, he must have tasted her goodness countless times.

So, I can't quit.

He couldn't help kissing her more and more domineeringly, Zhuo Jian finally couldn't help snorting, his small hands clenched in fists gradually opened a little, and then grabbed the fabric of the clothes around his heart.

His kiss was gradual, and then he began to plunder powerfully.

Zhuo Jian still couldn't keep up with his rhythm.

Or, never keep up.

Soon she was feeling dizzy and disoriented.

Fu Yanye held her face and kissed her waist.

He didn't even want to restrain himself, and asked her in a deep and hoarse voice that made her take a breath: "Will you sleep with me tonight?"

"Ah."

Zhuo Jian answered confusedly.

"Zhuo Jian, you are mine."

As Fu Yanye said, he put his hand into her shirt.

"Fu Yanye."

"Call husband."

Fu Yanye forced her, not letting her hand control him, but ordered her more domineeringly.

Zhuo Jian was a bit like an ant on a hot pot, she turned her head when he kissed her neck: "Fu Yanye, this is the elevator."

Fu Yanye didn't stop, he knew this was an elevator, but this was their exclusive elevator.

Zhuo Jian's hand couldn't hold him until he voluntarily stood up again, with his forehead touching hers, and the strong male hormones surrounded her, and his voice gradually became unwilling: "Why don't you call me husband?" ?”

"Shut up, the door is open."

Zhuo Jian reminded him in a low voice.

Fortunately, no one else lives on this floor.

"So what? Me and my wife, baby, you know? That's what you'll call me in your sleep."

In his hoarse voice, he said things that she didn't know.

Zhuo Jian looked up at him in disbelief.

Fu Yanye smiled triumphantly, raised her hand, and touched her slightly swollen lips from his kiss with her thumb, "Don't call me Fu Yanye, husband is what you should call me."

"You didn't allow me to call you husband before."

Zhuo Jian thinks that he is a person who likes a sense of ritual, but she doesn't want to just satisfy him like that.

"Ok?"

Sure enough, Fu Yanye frowned after hearing her words.

"You said that I am not worthy to be called your husband, not worthy to be your wife, and you will take me in because of your sons."

"..."

Fu Yanye's frown deepened.

However, Zhuo Jian's eyes gradually became more playful, "You also said that if I dare to yell at you again, I will be kicked out of City A."

"I do not believe."

Fu Yanye resisted unhappily.

"Yuan Man, Wang Rui and the others all know that you hate me to that extent."

"If a man really hates you, he won't touch you."

Fu Yanye suddenly pressed her lips with his thumb again, forbidding her to say those words that could not be verified to be true or false, and then according to his current thoughts, he denied her.

Zhuo Jian's heart was shaken.

So at that time, what kind of thoughts did he have towards her?

Playing hard on her while being lingering with her.

Hey.

Thinking of those things, Zhuo Jian's mind was in a mess, without confidence.

"So, call me husband."

"I do not want."

Zhuo Jian still resisted.

Fu Yanye was a little helpless, so he had to mess around with her shirt with both hands, threatening: "Are you calling or not?"

"You can't force me like this. You are the one who asked me to call you husband, and you are the one who said I am unworthy. How can you not be so attached to this matter?"

Zhuo Jian started arguing with him coquettishly, with both hands pressing on his arms, she was about to prop herself up to the point where her feet were off the ground.

Fu Yanye simply hugged her, staring at her with dark eyes ambiguously: "Unless..."

"what?"

"Do something to help restore memory tonight?"

Fu Yanye stared at her deeply, his deep voice was very bewitching.

Zhuo Jian's face felt hot, "I don't?"

"I can do it myself."

He lowered his eyes and saw the tight shirt covering her.

Zhuo Jian raised her hand and covered his eyes: "Fu Yanye, you rascal."

Fu Yanye recognized that she was covering her eyes without haste, until she was silent, and he suddenly attacked and kissed her on the lips.

Zhuo Jian didn't expect him to kiss her suddenly, like a little girl, she was teased to death by him.

"Baby, I think it might be the most effective way to do it with you, shall we try again?"

He softened suddenly, and talked to her in a conferring tone while kissing her.

Before he completely lost his mind that night, he also said the same thing.

Zhuo Jian was actually unable to think, he hugged her and kissed her, she was in a mess.

After the elevator went up, it stopped, and it didn't open slowly until he pressed the switch.

The elevator door opened.

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"Yan Ye!"