Fu Yanye: "You can still hold me for a while."

Zhuo Jian didn't say anything. If he wanted to be hugged, he would be hugged until he was exhausted.

Fu Yanye didn't look at her, and just sat with her until his cell phone rang.

Zhuo Jian struggled a little, and Fu Yanye hugged her and sat on the sofa. She was still riding on his lap, which was both ambiguous and blushing.

Zhuo Jian wanted to leave, but he pressed his hand on her waist, looked at her and warned her not to move, and answered the phone, "Hello?"

"Has Jian Jian got on the plane?"

"No, please leave it alone for now."

After Fu Yanye finished speaking, he hung up the phone.

Wang Yue: "..."

If it weren't for me, your wife would already be at the airport right now, hum.

But the mother is not in a hurry to ask her son for credit.

Fu Yanye put down the phone, leaned back, put his hand on her waist, and stared at her with his dark eyes, "If you don't tell me when you come back, or if you don't tell me when you want to leave, I originally thought that I

It's very important to you, it seems I really thought too much."


Chapter completed!