"pain!"

Zhuo Jian just answered subconsciously.

The voice seemed particularly weak in the dark environment.

"Why do you treat me like this when it hurts?"

Fu Yanye asked, while arching his strong and narrow waist.

Zhuo Jian felt a little cold, but soon his cold body covered her body again.

The skin of the two people is close to each other, so they don't feel cold anymore.

The cell phone he dropped on the bed rang. He turned over and lay on one side, hugged her, glanced at the number, kissed her neck, and answered the call: "What's the matter?"

"When are we going to hold the wedding? I'm afraid it won't happen."

"Then go to hell!"

After Fu Yanye finished speaking, he wanted to hang up the phone.

But the other end said anxiously: "Yanye, I will not give birth to this child."

"This has nothing to do with me."

Fu Yanye felt Zhuo Jian's little hand start to push him as soon as it was released, so he deliberately snorted: "Baby, don't be so anxious."

"Yan Ye, are you and Zhuo Jian together?"

On the other end of the phone, Ruxiang restrained the urge to kill and asked him.

"Who else could it be?"

As Fu Yanye said that, he gently kissed her skin.


Chapter completed!