Fu Yanye entered her apartment, put the car key on the shoe cabinet next to her, walked in for two steps and suddenly stopped again, turned to look at the slippers on her feet, and asked, "Do you want to change the slippers?"

Zhuo Jian looked at him dumbly, endured the accelerated heartbeat and lowered his eyes, "No need!"

She doesn't even have men's slippers here.

Fu Yanye walked in again and sat down on the sofa: "Su Bai has someone to send the clothes to me, you can get them some other day!"

“…”

He came here just to say this?

Zhuo Jian did not walk forward, but silently folded the towel and placed it aside. When he turned to look at her again, her heart tightened, her conditioned hands placed behind her back, and she stood there straight.

"What are you doing standing there? Come here!"

"No! You can just say something, I can hear it!"

Zhuo Jian lowered his eyes defended and spoke very clearly.

Fu Yanye looked at her for a while, and his skinny and slender fingers quickly knocked on the back of the sofa a few times, suddenly stopped and asked, "Do you want me to help you?"

Zhuo Jian raised his eyes to look at him.

Of course, it is better to walk over by yourself, and I don’t want to have physical contact with him.

So soon Fu Yanye saw her standing by, like an ignorant little girl.

"You are like a child who is not cleaned up like this."

“…”

Zhuo Jian buried his head lower as he listened to his words.

"At least you can pour me a cup of tea."

Fu Yanye reminded her.

Zhuo Jian turned around and went to the kitchen.

In fact, she didn't think it was suitable for tea in the middle of the night, but it was better than going to him immediately, so she was extremely patient in boiling water and making tea.

“Don’t you even have hot water at home?”

He suddenly stood behind her, pressing his knee against her legs.

Zhuo Jian subconsciously leaned forward and pressed the edge of the glass platform with both hands.

Fu Yanye bent down slightly, pressed his face against her ear, looked at her and then looked at the place she was staring at: "Is that cup my own?"

Zhuo Jian subconsciously turned to look at him. He still wants to use it here?

But as soon as she turned her head, he turned to look at her.

She couldn't see his eyes clearly, but subconsciously hid back, but she wanted to move her down with the slippers, fortunately the person in front of her caught her.

Zhuo Jian opened his eyes and saw his angular contours and extremely perfect facial features.

Her breathing was about to stop, and she looked at him in disappointment, silently lowering her eyes as he helped her up.

Fu Yanye looked at her with black eyes and reminded: "I'm not a ghost!"

The kettle rang, Zhuo Jian turned around and turned off the natural gas, and then made tea for him.

Fu Yanye stood beside and watched, and took another one while she was holding the cup: "This one, I'm going to use it for you!"

Zhuo Jian watched his cup being taken away, and after a while, he just squeezed the tea leaves in silence.

"It is said that tea has the effect of disinfection, so let's keep it like this first. Drinking tea at night will affect your sleep."

Fu Yanye put the cup containing tea leaves back again.

Zhuo Jianxin thought that since you know why you should drink it? You said you wouldn't drink it after soaking it for you.

He was just torturing her on purpose?

Zhuo Jian endured it, then slowly took two steps back, farther away from his tall and straight body.

Finally, she stopped smelling the cold smell on his body. She gasped and looked at the door and asked him, "Do you have anything to do?"

"I'm so looking forward to my departure? I haven't settled the score with you for Ruxiang's affairs."

He walked to her in vain, his legs standing there, and she was flustered.

"How to calculate?"

Zhuo Jian looked at him and thought to himself, isn't it worth it to almost strangle me to death?

"What did she tell you?"

Fu Yanye suddenly asked her patiently.

"It's nothing, but she's very upset about the fact that we haven't been able to divorce yet. Do you love her?"

Zhuo Jian suddenly looked at him and asked.

The last four words hit people's hearts.

Fu Yanye's eyes were a little cold, and then he lowered his eyes to her heart: "Of course!"

There is a rose in her heart, white.

Zhuo Jian listened to the sound of course, and he felt a little bitter, but he felt funny. What was she sad about?

"Then I will confirm the relationship with Brother Su Bai as soon as possible, and then go to find grandparents to ask them to bless us. In this way, can we get divorced?"

Zhuo Jian said his thoughts in an orderly manner.

Fu Yanye felt mixed feelings and smiled helplessly: "You really want to get a divorce? Am I so unbearable?"

Zhuo Jian looked at him, and saw that there was a smile in his phoenix eyes. He didn't understand what his question meant. He just thought about it and replied to him: "I'm not worthy of you!"

Fu Yanye looked at her silently again, and the smile in his eyes suddenly disappeared, which was terrible, "It's true that you are not worthy of me!"

“…”

Zhuo Jian didn't dare to look at him again and lowered his eyes.

When Fu Yanye's hand reached her, she subconsciously retreated again.

Fu Yanye's hand fell into the air, and his dark eyes looked at her so straight, until a thunder flashed across from him, and he looked outside in a blink of an eye.

Zhuo Jian also glanced outside: "You..."

"I can't leave!"

“…”

Zhuo Jian's heart beat faster and he looked at him with a dull look.

Again, can't leave?

Fu Yanye turned to look at her and smiled helplessly: "It's raining too much, and the chassis of the car is very low."

“…”

Zhuo Jian looked at him unhappily, then left a faint sentence: "Then you can only sleep on the sofa!"

"I don't like sleeping on the sofa!"

"I'll call someone to pick you up!"

Zhuo Jian doesn't want to argue with him, and it's even more impossible to live in the same room with him.

"Who are we calling? The driver also has a family. He goes out in such a heavy rain so late. If something happens, which of us will be responsible?"

"But we are all going to divorce!"

"Yeah, I haven't left yet!"

This is another sentence!

He answered lightly and went out.

Zhuo Jian stood inside and rubbed his head hard.

What's wrong with him?

While hating her...

Zhuo Jian thought of the lips he had kissed, and pursed it reflexively, and did not dare to follow him for a long time.

In the middle of the night, he came out of the bathroom wearing a pair of pink slippers. Zhuo Jian held the pillow on the sofa and looked at his image. He wanted to laugh but didn't dare, so he had to bury half of his little face in the pillow.

Fu Yanye stepped forward and took away her pillow: "It's not hygienic!"

“…”

Zhuo Jian immediately hugged the pillow he threw back into his arms and hugged it tightly.

Fu Yanye frowned and looked at her: "Don't you want to go to bed 0?"

Zhuo Jian looked at him with big eyes: "I can sleep on the sofa!"

Fu Yanye put his hands on his hips and turned to watch the movie on TV. In the movie, the male protagonist picked up the heroine from the sofa, and naturally did something indescribable behind him. His eyes moved and he suddenly said, "Although I dislike you very much, if you want to, I can hug you."
To be continued...