Three months after Shi Yan was released from prison, she saw her old lover Fu Zhuoyi again in Meixiang.

This is the largest wedding dress shop in Flame City, and the customers are either rich or expensive, and she is the human wedding model here.

At a distance of two or three meters, Fu Zhuoyi was carefully arranging Jing Xi's hair and long wedding dress, with a gentle look in his eyes.

When Fu Zhuoyi went to change her suit, she went around the fitting room from behind.

He opted for a plain black shawl-collar suit with a white shirt with a Windsor collar underneath.

Just as he was about to fasten the button, a pair of delicate white and tender hands wrapped around his waist from behind.

"Would-be groom, don't you change your dress?"

Shi Yan's coated fingers gently and skillfully unbuttoned the obsidian button on his shirt, boldly poking into the hem of the shirt.

The man's eyes were dark.

Her thin waist was clinging to his hot abs through the wedding dress.

There were windows here, and the mottled silhouettes of light and shadow fell on his crisp black suit, which set off his face almost beautifully.

But when she was about to make the next move, the man rudely clamped her wrist, and she gasped in pain.

Shi Yan was pressed against the wall by him, and his kiss was hot and domineering, menacing.

Between breaths, the rich Taj breath on the man's body, like an invisible vine, densely wrapped around her.

She felt a little suffocated.

Just as he was about to push him away, there was a sudden knock on the door, and a low voice sounded, "Zhuo Yi, are you inside?" ”

It was Jingxi's voice.

At this time, Fu Zhuoyi's snow-white shirt had already been unbuttoned, and Shi Yan's thin white fingers were placed on his strong chest.

He didn't answer, but Shi Yan's eyes suddenly erupted with a kind of ecstasy that the conspiracy had succeeded, and the moment she was about to open her mouth, he sealed it with his lips.

"Zhuo Yi, aren't you there?"

Jing Xi asked through the door panel, but did not receive half a response, and when he turned around, he vaguely heard the heavy wheezing sound of a man and the small and soft muttering of a woman like a cat.

Her cheeks flushed.

In the end, it was the shopping guide who came over and said that her phone rang, and she left in a panic.

At the end, Shi Yan lay in the man's arms and gasped carefully.

If it was in the past, she would definitely bite him a few times to vent her anger, and let the dignified young master of the Fu family be busy coaxing her until she was comfortable and satisfied.

But now—

She raised her head in Fu Zhuoyi's arms, re-fastened the buttons of his clothes with her slender white fingers, and even helped him carefully arrange the collar.

The man's eyes were as dark as night, and when she reached out to pull the zipper, the cold and slender fingers took her place.

She grinned and pulled down his collar, her voice hoarse, "You know my temper. ”

What she said had no beginning or end, but Fu Zhuoyi understood.

She has always been so domineering, when the two were together before, no matter how many men around her were around, no matter how jealous and cold he was, she never cared, but when she ran into him and a female classmate or colleague, she always had to be jealous, and she lost her temper and didn't let him touch her for several days.

His dark and deep eyes, as if frozen at the moment, looked at her coldly, as if he were looking at an insignificant stranger.

A few smirks spilled out of the corners of her lips, and the sound of Kunshan jade crushing approached her earlobe.

"Shi Yan, she is the daughter-in-law recognized by the Fu family."

Shi Yan's side face like a doll is not like words at the moment.

But her anger was finally suppressed by her.

Her clear eyes were like silk, and the hand that grabbed him by the collar turned around his neck, "We just ......"

"You took the initiative."

She resisted the urge to slap him, and whispered seductively in his ear, "She won't marry into the Fu family." ”

He snorted lightly, his eyes as cold as a sea of ice, floating with cold emotions, comfortable and out of the way.

She snorted lightly, squatted down to put on her shoes and socks, and when she got up, she seemed to be in a hurry, and stumbled slightly.

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When the mobile phone rang, Fu Zhuoyi happened to be standing in front of the dressing mirror.

However, after a few seconds, it was automatically cut off by the other party.

"Zhuo Yi, it turns out that you are here, where did you just go-"

Jing Yan was happy to rush into Fu Zhuoyi's arms, but his eyes fell on the red lip print of his outturned shirt collar, as if he had been struck by lightning, and stopped abruptly in the middle of his words.

Fu Zhuoyi didn't notice it, he explained, "I went to the bathroom, I thought you would have to change for a long time, sorry, I forgot to tell you." ”

His voice was so modest and courteous, gentle and low, like the strings of a cello, but every word she said made her heart sink rapidly.

If you really just went to the bathroom, how could you leave lip prints on the collar of your shirt?

"Yanyan, what's wrong with your lipstick? Lost one of your earrings? ”