Chapter 121 Becoming Popular (48)
Zhou Ye doesn't like trouble.
Once she got married, she no longer had to think about whether Fu Wenjun would leave. The relationship between husband and wife was much stronger than the relationship between boyfriend and girlfriend.
After much thought, it is most convenient to get married.
Fu Wenjun was obviously caught up in Zhou Ye's magical train of thought.
But it’s not good for you not to worry too much now.
Zhou Ye agreed that no matter what happened, he would wait until he got married before talking about it.
After chatting, Fu Wenjun looked at the sky outside.
It was pitch black.
He doesn't like staring into the darkness because there are too many unknowns in it.
But Zhou Ye is completely different from him.
Without hesitation, she walked into the darkness, out of his sight, and finally disappeared through the door.
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It’s half past five on Monday morning.
Fu Wenjun got up, washed up, and locked himself in the cloakroom for two full hours.
At eight o'clock, Zhou Ye was awakened by the fragrance of rice. The first thing he did when he opened his eyes was to look for beads, then wash up and get dressed.
I walked out of the bathroom, bleary-eyed.
"Hurry up, the Civil Affairs Bureau will start work at nine o'clock."
Fu Wenjun's voice came, as clear and smooth as pearls colliding, mixed with a bit of joy.
Zhou Ye opened his eyes, and early in the morning, a wave of beautiful women appeared in front of him.
The tall and slender man is wearing a white shirt and suit trousers. He has excellent body proportions, a wide back and narrow waist. The dark blue suit trousers wrap two straight long legs. The overall look is elegant and noble.
Looking up, he saw that his shirt was buttoned to the last button, his delicate white mandible was extremely beautiful, his thin red lips were slightly hooked, and a small mole was faintly visible on the bridge of his handsome nose. The man's eyes were smiling, The originally clear eyes seemed to be filled with a pool of fragmented light, and the slightly raised ends of the eyes were dyed with a crimson color. Because the broken hair was lifted up, the thick black eyebrows flew up and slanted like temples, and then The man's smile became slightly curved.
This is a rare beauty, Zhou Ye looked at it carefully.
Fu Wenjun has a certain elegance and nobility about him, and after dressing up, he becomes even more handsome and dazzling.
As usual, Zhou Ye stepped forward gently, lowered his head and pressed it against the man's chest.
I was anxious last night, but fortunately Fu Wenjun was not far away and Zhou Ye could hardly fall asleep. It was okay if she couldn't bear it in the past, but now the burning in her heart was the same as it was a thousand years ago, but she couldn't bear it as easily as before.
Everything is like this.
How do you say something?
It is easy to go from frugality to luxury, but it is difficult to go from luxury to frugality.
Just like Zhou Ye now, Fu Wenjun is a big fish and meat to her. Once she is used to it, she will look back at the clear soup millet.
The food is tasteless and difficult to swallow.
That’s all.
With such a good thing around, let her enjoy it.
So Zhou Ye opened his arms and buried his entire face into Fu Wenjun's shirt.
Take a deep breath and feel comfortable.
The man's ears are reddish, like peach blossoms in March, extremely gorgeous.
He lowered his eyes, looked at Zhou Ye in front of him, and hummed hoarsely.
"Do you like holding me so much?"
Zhou Ye didn't move and said a faint "hmm".
The man couldn't help but curl his lips, revealing two delicate pear dimples at the corners of his fair mouth.
He stretched out his hand and imitated the actors' movements, clumsily holding Zhou Ye in his arms, with a soft smile in his smile.
"I'll hold you for five more minutes, hold on tight."
A minute later, Zhou Ye stood up.
Fu Wenjun was dissatisfied.
"Not even five minutes."
"Okay, I'm going to wash up."
"Why are you holding on to that bead when you go to wash up?"
Zhou Ye is holding a bead in his hand day and night. He has noticed it a long time ago. He felt that he had no position to ask more questions before. Today, he asked intentionally or unintentionally. It should be okay...
(End of chapter)