He, Fu Yanye's woman, can indulge in some things, but in these matters, she absolutely cannot.

Zhuo Jian had almost eaten, so she put the plate on the dining table and looked at him. Was he planning to leave after watching the game?

No, why is he here to watch the football match?

But no matter why he came here, she didn't have the energy to sit down with him, "Thank you for the fruit, good night."

"Zhuo Jian."

"Um?"

"Don't indulge yourself so much."

Fu Yanye spoke calmly, but the look he suddenly looked at her was very sharp.

Zhuo Jian glanced at him and then smiled: "When did I ever indulge myself?"

"You will regret this."

Fu Yanye also smiled reluctantly and reminded her.

Zhuo Jian felt that it was more like a threat. She thought about it and decided not to argue with him. She nodded: "Okay, I'll note it down."

"If I catch you being so indulgent next time, it won't be like this moment."

We just sat next to each other and talked about things that were neither serious nor serious.

Zhuo Jian felt numb all over, being stared at by him. Of course, his words were also very intimidating.

She nodded and then stood up: "I'm sleepy. Good night, Mr. Fu."

She tried her best to put on a smile for him, but immediately put away her smile after saying that, and then walked swaggeringly from his side to the stairs.

But she felt she didn't have much strength, so she quickly walked around to the elevator inside.

Yes, the elevator is faster.

The elevator was too long, and she was afraid that if she couldn't run fast enough, a beast would catch her behind her.

Fu Yanye was still sitting there, holding the remote control and staring at the TV screen. His favorite star scored without any surprise.

That night, Wang Yue actually took the children to attend the birthday party of his friend's grandson, so Zhuo Jian went to the party. Later, after taking a bath and lying on the bed, Zhuo Jian opened her phone, Wang Yue's circle of friends, and looked at Wang Yue's posts.

photo.

Three in a row, all of them are her precious grandchildren.

It was obviously someone else's child's birthday, but theirs was dressed more formally and grandly than others.

Zhuo Jian thought of Wang Yue's character and smiled helplessly, but her sons were so handsome that no one could compare to them.

My daughter is even more so. That little sweetheart can be eaten with your fingers and makes your heart melt.

Intoxicated by alcohol, she happily fell into a dream after looking at the photos and thinking about her son and daughter.

In the dream they were playing on the beach.

But it should be just her and the children. Why did a familiar person suddenly come up behind her, and her son was calling daddy?

It was still windy, so she turned her head, but before she could see him clearly, her hair covered her eyes.

"Zhuo Jian, I said you would regret it."

When she pulled back her hair, he was already in front of her and said what he said to her before going to bed.

It was originally a very warm dream.

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The next day she woke up with a terrible headache and went downstairs pressing her temples.

He was wearing the trousers and shirt he had worn in his dream, with his long sleeves rolled up to his arms. He was making porridge, and she smelled the aroma of the porridge.

"Want to drink water."

She walked over wearily, looked at the porridge in the pot and muttered something.

Without raising her head, Fu Yanye poured a glass of water that had been kept warm beside her into her special cup.

Zhuo Jian didn't see the heat, so she guessed that it was just the right temperature for drinking, so she picked it up and took a sip, and it turned out to be the right temperature.

After drinking some, her throat felt much better and she felt more awake. She turned to look at him and said, "You are so diligent."

Fu Yanye only turned to look at her coldly, then continued to stare at the pot, ignoring her.

Zhuo Jian: "..."

What kind of illness did this suddenly occur?

She didn't mess with him so early in the morning.

She held the water glass and looked at him for a while, then couldn't help but ask: "Imagine, you broke into a single woman's house early in the morning and cooked breakfast for her. Don't you realize it's weird?"

She was chatting with him, but he suddenly looked at her coldly, "Are you a single woman?"

Zhuo Jian looked away at him, glanced at the lights on the roof, and suddenly smiled and said, "It will be soon."
Chapter completed!