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In the invisible space, the man's hoarse voice soothed her a lot.

"Fu Yanye? Have you been drinking?"

But soon she felt something was wrong. His breath smelled of alcohol, which was quite heavy.

"Um!"

Fu Yanye pressed against her neck, breathing long.

"Fu Yanye, why didn't you go back to your home when you were drunk?"

Zhuo Jian hugged his moving hand and asked him depressedly.

"I want to sleep in your bed!"

"Can I call and call a car for you to take you to Lin Ruxiang's place?"

Zhuo Jian couldn't stand hearing his low murmur, and she thought it would be better to send him away as soon as possible.

"No! I want you!"

Fu Yanye rolled on top of her, and his thin lips began to attack hers.

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When Zhuo Jian woke up the next day, he turned on the speakerphone and opened Weibo.

The number one hot search topic is news about Lin’s daughter’s wedding.

Zhuo Jian opened the hot search, and it read at the beginning that the wedding between Lin Ruxiang, the daughter of the Lin family, and the chief executive of the Fu family company was about to happen.

The photo is of Lin Ruxiang taking wedding photos in a photo studio.

"Dear, did you see that? She actually said she wanted to marry your husband. Do you think it's ridiculous?"

"They are probably going to get married. Let's have a wedding first."

Zhuo Jian remembered what Ruxiang had said to her, and spoke wilfully, her throat hurting a little.

"What? Have a wedding first? You haven't divorced Fu Yanye yet, and she can't wait to have a wedding?"

"I won't tell you anymore!"

Zhuo Jian was originally going to reply to Ouyang Ping, but when he felt something moving around him, he turned his head.

She finally remembered the person who tormented her in her bed last night and then fell asleep.

Fu Yanye!

He is still lying on the bed?

Zhuo Jian couldn't help but feel her heart pounding when she saw his head emerging from the quilt.

Fu Yanye didn't even raise his eyelids and asked her, "Who did she say was going to hold the wedding?"

"You and Lin Ruxiang!"

Zhuo Jian couldn't take her eyes away from his face. Before, she could only imagine him lying on her bed and sleeping with her.

He is no longer the same as before, even though he looks more mature now, but...

But he is definitely not a mature person.

Zhuo Jian opened the quilt and got out of bed.

But the person was quickly put into bed again: "Where are you going?"

"Young Master Ye, you are going to marry Lin Ruxiang, can you go and hug her?"

Zhuo Jian was lying in his arms, and the warmth coming from behind made her uneasy and upset, and she couldn't help but say such sour words.

Fu Yanye opened her eyes, then took the mobile phone in her hand and opened it.

In less than five minutes, he had already taken his cell phone and left the bedroom.

Zhuo Jian was lying on the bed, not in a hurry to get up.

She has a cold!

She wanted to!

Zhuo Jian weakly took her cell phone and asked for leave, then shrank under the quilt.

There was still warmth left in the quilt after he left. She knew it was ridiculous, but she still buried her face in it.

When Fu Yanye came back from the phone call, he saw her covering herself in the quilt. When she came closer, she sat on the edge of the bed, lifted the quilt a little, and then looked inside.

The quilt was immediately shrunk from the inside again.

Fu Yanye didn't speak, just sat there quietly and waited.

Sure enough, in less than two minutes, she lifted the quilt.

Fu Yanye turned to see her turning her back to him, then he walked over and said in a deep voice behind her: "It's Ruxiangfa, but I promise you, I have made it clear to her that I will not

Marry her."

Zhuo Jian didn't say anything, just pressed the quilt over her eyes.

"Do you really think I'm a scumbag? After sleeping in your bed, I put my pants up and sleep in another woman's bed?"

Fu Yanye asked her.

Zhuo Jian said nothing. There was a thin layer of mist on her long eyelashes. She looked pitiful, but she was stubborn.

"Let's announce our marriage!"

Fu Yanye's voice was a little hoarse, and he couldn't bear to see her eyes moist.

Zhuo Jian was startled and turned to look at him reflexively: "What are you talking nonsense about?"

"Aren't you afraid that the whole world will regard you as the third party? We will announce the secret marriage and let the whole world know that the real third party is not you."

Fu Yanye explained.

Zhuo Jian: "..."

"Stop crying! I feel bad!"

Fu Yanye gently wiped the mist from the corners of her eyes to comfort her.

Zhuo Jian's eyes turned red inexplicably, and tears fell out again when her nose became sour: "Fu Yanye, have you lost your memory?"

"Amnesia? Even amnesia can't get rid of you, a clingy little guy."

Fu Yanye wiped her tears with his sexy thumb, and after finishing speaking, he didn't forget to kiss her eyelashes.

Zhuo Jian lowered her head. At this moment, she really wanted to forget it.

His chest is so warm, and so are his hands.

She wanted to crawl into his arms, hold him and cry.

If he continues like this, something will really happen.

Just when she was fighting with herself, her cell phone rang, and she got up wiping tears and answered the phone.

"Hello?"

"I am Sheng Xin, Miss Zhuo, do you still remember me?"

"Mr. Sheng, I remember!"

Zhuo Jian was surprised by the call, and immediately after the call, she wanted to get out of bed.

Fu Yanye hugged her from behind and didn't let her go.

Zhuo Jian thought it would be okay for him to hear her, so she continued to talk on the phone.

"I came here last night and live in Xingguang. I didn't call you because it was too late. I wonder if Ms. Zhuo is free to have a meal with you at noon?"

"OK!"

Zhuo Jian agreed.

"Okay, let's have lunch at Xingguang Western Restaurant."

"good!"

After Sheng Xin finished speaking, she hung up the phone, but Sheng Xin's words suddenly appeared in Zhuo Jian's mind.

He said that the man wanted to get well and get married to the one he loved.

Zhuo Jian subconsciously glanced at the person who rested his chin on her shoulder, and whispered: "How long have you been thinking about this position?"

"Who is Mr. Sheng?"

Fu Yanye didn't answer her words, but asked her instead.

"The boss of the Internet, the one I interviewed on my last business trip."

Zhuo Jian explained.
To be continued...