Sick pet: Fu Shaonuan's wife has to be coaxed

Chapter 206 154: Don't be moved by beauty

Mu Jinyue decided to let Fu Yan calm down.

Of course, the more important reason is...she was hungry.

She lowered her head, adhering to the principle of not eating or sleeping, and although her every move was casual, it revealed the upbringing and elegance in her bones.

Fu Yan looked at her for a while, a glint of light flashed in his eyes, he rubbed his fingers lightly, and then barely resisted the urge to pinch her face.

I don't know when it started, Fu Yan found that watching Mu Jinyue eat has become a kind of enjoyment.

No matter what she did, he found it pleasing to the eye, and he could do nothing all day, just stare at her.

Like a moron.

But he didn't feel that there was anything abnormal.

It's not that Mu Jinyue didn't feel his gaze, but after being together for such a long time, she was used to Fu Yan staring at her at every turn, so she could do whatever she had to do without any delay.

When she finished eating slowly, the food in front of Fu Yan was still motionless.

Only then did Mu Jinyue urge him: "Aren't you hungry?" She wiped the sauce from the corner of her mouth with a tissue and squinted at him.

"Hungry," Fu Yan knocked on the table, and the corners of his mouth curled up slightly: "How about you feed me?"

Mu Jinyue: "..."

She turned her head slowly, like an animation showing frame by frame, and looked at Fu Yan expressionlessly.

She raised her eyebrows slightly, the meaning in her eyes was straightforward and obvious, without any pretense.

—Don't think about it!
Fu Yan looked at her for a while, seeing that Mu Jinyue didn't change his mind, finally he sighed regretfully, with drooping eyebrows, poking the steak in front of him with a fork.

It seems that I am wronged.

Mu Jinyue laughed angrily, couldn't help poking his arm with her finger, and said angrily, "Are you still wronged?"

"Don't dare," Fu Yan said sullenly, "I'm afraid of domestic violence."

Mu Jinyue was speechless: "When did I domestically abuse you?"

When this matter was mentioned, Fu Yan's expression turned serious. He put down his fork, turned his head, and looked at Mu Jinyue solemnly. He spoke clearly and said every word: "Cold violence is also domestic violence."

Still cold and violent...

The corner of Mu Jinyue's mouth twitched slightly.

Fu Yan then complained: "You still shut me out and don't let me go home!"

His tone was not strong, and his expression was not bitter, but his eyebrows were drooping, and his dark pupils were also a little dim, looking listless.

Like a child who has been wronged by the world, but stubbornly refuses to speak, it looks even more pitiful.

In addition, he has a unique and exquisite face, only slightly softening the unruly expression between his brows, adding a bit of suffocating and powerful charm.

If it were someone else, I'm afraid Fu Yan would have been fascinated by Fu Yan long ago.

But Mu Jinyue has seen him like this a lot in the past few years, and at first she felt soft-hearted a few times, but later she became immune, and she even took it easy.

"Don't do this," Mu Jinyue propped her chin, and looked at him lazily, "I am determined and will not be moved by beauty."

Fu Yan pondered for a moment, then asked in a hoarse voice: "Really?"

"of course."

"That……"

A playful smile flashed across Fu Yan's eyes, and he suddenly leaned over to get closer, the tip of his nose almost touching hers.

The scorching hot breath rushed towards the face with the light and clear mint fragrance, and the contradictions and strange fusions merged together. Mu Jinyue blushed almost instantly, and subconsciously wanted to hide.

"Hiding for what?" Fu Yan stretched out his hand to clasp the back of her delicate and smooth neck, with a half-smile: "Didn't you say that you won't be moved by beauty?"

(End of this chapter)