Jian Lian seemed to have found her muse again, and was speechless for a moment with excitement.

Fu Yanye followed his line of sight and looked toward the stairs.

Her skin is as white as milk, with a layer of pink showing through when she is shy. Her figure is tall and slender, and she looks even more delicate and gentle in that white wedding dress.

Zhuo Jian stepped down on her high heels and let out a tired breath.

Jian Lian put down her tea cup, stood up and walked towards her.

Fu Yanye was still sitting there with his legs crossed, staring straight at her.

Zhuo Jian's heart tightened when he saw her.

His dark eyes were too cold.

Jian Lian came closer, looked at her waist and whispered: "Miss Zhuo has been eating well recently, and her waist has become wider."

"Yes, really?"

Zhuo Jian's heart skipped a beat and he subconsciously glanced at the man sitting on the sofa.

Jian Lian looked at the direction she was looking and asked, "What do you think, Mr. Fu?"

Fu Yanye put down the tea cup he was playing with, stood up, walked up to her with long legs, and looked at her waist.


Chapter completed!