Zhong Mai grimaced, walked over and sat next to him, crossed his long legs, put his hands on the armrests on both sides, and looked at Yan Zheng: "Who asked you to come?"
"I just haven't seen you for a few days, why don't I come over and see you?"
Yan Zheng told her patiently.
Zhong Mai flipped up his hair and sighed: "What's wrong?"
After saying that, he stood up again, went to the desk and opened the drawer, opened the metal cigarette case inside, put a cigarette between his lips, took out the lighter, lit it and took a deep puff.
Yan Zheng didn't say anything about her smoking again, he just stared at her.
Zhong Mai looked at him through the clouds of smoke, "I've seen it, can I go?"
Zhong Mai touched his lips and asked him.
"Can."
Yan Zheng screwed the lid on the water glass, put it on the table, and then stood up.
Zhong Mai looked at him, wondering if he really wanted to leave.
Yan Zheng walked to the door and suddenly turned around, "When will you go home?"
"Do you mean......"
Zhong Mai pretends to be ignorant.
"My home is with you."
Yan Zheng doesn't care to say more words.
"Tonight."
After Zhong Mai finished speaking, he started smoking again.
Yan Zheng nodded after hearing this: "Smoking less is not good for your health."
"..."
Zhong Mai thought to himself that you are just a big smoker, so you should worry about your health.
But as soon as Yan Zheng left, she put out her cigarette in the ashtray.
Sometimes it's really enjoyable to take a few puffs, but sometimes it's boring.
Or maybe you have always wanted someone to help you quit smoking.
But this person really appeared, and it was so sad.
In fact, he himself was not having a good time these days. His son left not long after they met, but she could no longer comfort him for this. She felt that she had done what she could and accompanied him to send the child away.
I don’t want to make myself any better, like many women who comfort their husbands who have lost their illegitimate children all year round.
She is Zhong Mai, she is not a kind person, even if the person receiving kindness is her husband.
When she opened the office door and saw Yan Zheng, Zhuo Jian also saw Fu Yanye after entering.
He came out of the bathroom with only a white towel around his waist.
The half-covered figure that makes people drool at the sight is really just enough to make people think.
Fu Yanye looked at the disheveled woman and was curious, but soon he seemed to be fine and went to open the closet to find a shirt to put on, then looked for shorts and trousers.
"When did you come back?"
Finally, in the silent space, he spoke first.
"Just now, you slept here last night?"
"Well, they don't even know that I came back late."
Fu Yanye was silent for a few seconds, and then replied calmly.
Zhuo Jian nodded, thinking, no one let you in, you came in without everyone knowing?
Zhuo Jian looked at him. His shirt had not been buttoned yet. When she turned around to put on his belt, she saw his perfect abs again. She quickly turned her eyes and looked away: "I'm going out."
"Zhuo Jian."
"..."
Zhuo Jian stopped and said nothing.
"You don't have to go out, I'll leave right away."
Fu Yanye continued.
Zhuo Jian's heart moved, and he lowered his eyes and said, "I'll get a glass of water."
Fu Yanye pondered, watching her hand movements suddenly stop after she went out, unable to do anything.
Zhuo Jian didn't go out to pour water. She just went to the next room, closed the door gently, and sat down on the edge of the bed.
The little guy in her belly moved. She looked down, held it with her hands and gently comforted him, "What's wrong? Do you want to say hello to him?"
The little guy moved again. Zhuo Jian smiled helplessly and muttered: "What's there to fight?"
Soon there was a knock on the door from outside, and Zhuo Jian looked towards the door.
Fu Yanye couldn't wait for her to invite him in, so he opened the door himself, but he stood at the door and did not go in.