Zhuo Jian looked up at him and spoke to him as calmly as possible.

But my heart was filled with passion and my eyes were burning.

Fu Yanye didn't ask anything, just said: "Go to the back and sit down first, and then we'll talk after eating."

Zhuo Jian listened and saw that he was not going to stop, so she thought that was fine, since he didn't have much strength now anyway.

But I still reminded him, "There are a lot of ingredients in the house next door."

Fu Yanye turned to look at her. There were a lot of ingredients in the house next door?

So why do they cook here?

And from what she said, that was their home, so why was she here?

There was really something unhappy between them, or maybe their marriage was different from what was said online. Even what people around him said, he was wondering, which one was telling the truth? Which one was telling the lie?

Wang Rui said that she fainted when she learned about his accident, so she should care about him very much, but she looks like this now.

He quietly turned his head to look at her and found that she was looking at him listlessly.

He felt guilty for a moment and turned to look at the pot again, but soon turned to look at her again.

Zhuo Jian didn't know what he was doing, he just felt like he was dreaming.

He actually came back and was still cooking for her where she could see him?

Zhuo Jian lay on the table and looked at him with mixed emotions.

But she couldn't actually see his face clearly.

Fu Yanye obviously didn't know this and thought she had good eyesight and was just looking at him.

"Do you like it salty or sweet?"

Fu Yanye asked her.

Zhuo Jian opened her mouth, but no sound came out. She stood up again and cleared her throat, "Salty."

Fu Yanye nodded, and then put some salt in the soup, but not much.

He went next door to get noodles. He had seen them there last night. There were many daily necessities for children and them.

The closet in the master bedroom upstairs is full of his clothes, and...

At present, it seems that she is the only one.

So how did they get together?

During the meal, before Fu Yanye could figure it out, he asked her, "How did we get together?"

"..."

Zhuo Jian glanced at him and didn't know where to start.

In fact, she didn't know why he suddenly stopped letting her go.

"eat first."

She said softly and then ignored him.

Fu Yanye looked at her as if she was starving, but in fact he was not.

Besides, the noodles didn’t taste good after being left out for a long time, so he didn’t ask any more questions.

But after the meal, she felt sleepy again and asked him: "Can I go and take a nap first?"

"Can."

Fu Yanye frowned unsatisfied, but considering her situation, he nodded.

"Thank you, please let me sleep until I wake up naturally."

Zhuo Jian expressed his thanks, but was afraid of being disturbed midway, so he added another reminder.

Fu Yanye said nothing and put the bowl in the dishwasher.

Zhuo Jian returned upstairs and wrapped herself in a quilt to sleep.

But the quilt was so cold for some reason, and it took a long time for her to fall asleep.

I don't know when it will start to snow outside.

After Fu Yanye cleaned up the kitchen, he returned to the opposite side.

There were cigarettes in the house opposite, so he took one. It was the brand he usually smoked.

Afterwards, Wang Rui, Yuan Man and Chang Xia all appeared in the living room and answered their questions in turn.

But when faced with his question about how they got together, Yuan Man and Chang Xia both looked at Wang Rui.

"It should be Christmas Day? Actually, I don't know very well, but after the old man's birthday that day, you two went to the suite upstairs and didn't come out again, so you should have been together."

"Do I take the initiative or does she take the initiative?"

"It's you."
Chapter completed!