Zhuo Jian stood at the bedroom door and looked at him, holding a convenient bag, walked up to her little by little, looked at her with a smile, touched her cheek with his hand, and said, "Wife, I'll take you home."

"You're thinking too much."

Zhuo Jian was a little unhappy that he broke in without permission.

"You choose your own way, how to go."

Fu Yanye was still smiling, and he threw the bag on the ground.

Zhuo Jian subconsciously glanced at the ground, and then...

rope?

Oh!

Zhuo Jian's heart beat faster for a few seconds, then slowly raised his head.

"I'm a little scared."

When she looked at Fu Yanye with clear eyes, she smiled gently and obediently.

I was a little scared of the sound, too light, too soft, too delicate and too well-made.

Fu Yanye was fascinated by the sight. He thought he must be drunk, otherwise how could he see her gentle and cute smile?

His hand gently pinched her chin, lowered his head and let himself be closer to her to see her.

He said, "Are you smiling at me?"

"How much have you drunk? Wang Yinuo is that good?"

Zhuo Jian looked at him gently and asked.

"Wang Yinuo? Who?"

Fu Yanye questioned it, and couldn't remember such a person in his mind.

Zhuo Jian felt ache in his heart and raised his hand to hold up his face: "So, who did you drink with?"

"Su Bai and Yan Zheng, Su Bai threatened to take you away, I agreed, but the premise is that he has to drink me first."

Fu Yanye smiled, his phoenix eyes were half-squinted but it was very shining.

"It must be Brother Su Bai who gets drunk first?"

"Well, you are not allowed to call him Brother Su Bai."

As soon as Zhuo Jian finished asking, Fu Yanye nodded and raised his hand to block her mouth.

Whether she is angry or not, she is originally a gentle and gentle person. If she calls him Ren Ge, it makes people feel confused.

He thought so.

Zhuo Jian took his hand away from his mouth and still looked at him: "Can we sit back on the sofa first?"

"Not good, go to the bedroom."

He raised his eyes and looked behind her.

"My son is asleep. You will disturb him when you go in. Be good."

Zhuo Jian coaxed him to walk to the sofa.

Fu Yanye kept looking down at her, she must have thought he was drunk.

Zhuo Jian looked up at him and looked outrageously drunk, and he sat on the sofa and leaned against her.

Zhuo Jian looked at him in a blink of an eye and raised his hand and gently touched his face: "Do you want to drink more? We haven't drunk alone in a very close place."

"Can."

Fu Yanye remembered her appearance after drinking, nodded slowly, then looked up at her, "Kiss me first."

Zhuo Jian's heart trembled, and his eyes looked at him for a few seconds before gently kissing his forehead.

But as soon as her lips fell on his forehead, she forgot to leave.

Since her divorce, she has always acted very cold and ruthless, and even she thought it was that way.

I no longer want to be a passionate person. I think that as long as I work hard to live my own life and have a good relationship with the elders of the Fu family's old house, I can often see my son. As for him...

It's gone.

When I was almost twenty-five, it seemed that the relationship was not as long as I used to be.

But when she met him, all her previous self-conceptions seemed to be broken.

She kissed his forehead gently, her eyes unconsciously blurred.

After a long time she went to get the wine and prepared two wine glasses.

Fu Yanye collapsed on the sofa, staring at the wine she poured with dark eyes, and then turned to look at her.

Zhuo Jian picked up the two of them and gave them a glass in front of him.

He sat up again, looked at her in a blink of an eye, and asked her, "Do you want to get me drunk?"

"I have such a poor alcohol tolerance, how can I get you drunk?"

Zhuo Jian asked him.

Fu Yanye looked at her so deeply for a while, then smiled faintly: "That's right, your alcohol tolerance is indeed bad."

Zhuo Jian smiled and gently touched him.

Fu Yanye's warm fingers suddenly pinched her hand holding the wine glass.

Zhuo Jian looked at him.

"Cheer."

“…”

Fu Yanye pulled her hand into his arms.

Zhuo Jian looked at him drinking and did not forget to remind her, but he had no choice but to deliver the wine glass to him.

But after just a drink, Fu Yanye pressed her down on the sofa again: "I'm thinking."

That heart is not concealed at all.

Zhuo Jianxin thought you didn’t say you couldn’t do it after getting drunk?

But what?

"The wine hasn't been finished yet."

Zhuo Jian raised his hand and gently pressed the lips he was about to send, reminding him softly.

Fu Yanye immediately held her soft hand and moved directly to her heart to let her caress her.

He whispered to her heart: "Baby, it hurts so much here."

There were tears flowing through Zhuo Jian's eyes, but he quickly looked down at him and whispered: "Do you want me to rub it for you?"

"Um."

"Then you sit down."

Zhuo Jian sat up with him, Fu Yanye hugged her in his arms and whispered: "Sit down, let's start."

Her hands gently rubbed his heart and her face was against him. After a long time, the two people came to their minds, and they often snuggled up like this.

Fu Yanye looked down at her, and his drunken eyes were filled with thoughts.

She wasn't so honest before.

He rubbed his heart and then went to another place.

Fu Yanye called her in a hoarse voice: "Wife."

Zhuo Jian came back to his senses, raised his head and looked at him with a smile, "Hmm?"

"I miss you."

He confessed.

Zhuo Jian smiled: "That's the case, then husband, we just haven't divorced, right?"

Fu Yanye's deep black eyes looked at her well-behaved and cute appearance, and suddenly smiled, "Yes."

"So, did you find someone to make the divorce certificate and those videos?"

Zhuo Jian lay on his heart and raised his head like a little girl who admired him, and asked him.

"Um."

"Wow! My husband is amazing."

Zhuo Jian smiled and praised him.

Fu Yanye smiled, "How could I really get divorced? You forgot what I said, there is only one in this life..."

"Only widowed, no divorce."
To be continued...