Her strength was naturally not heavy, but with that snap, he suddenly stopped.
Zhuo Jian even bit her lip and remained silent.
Fu Yanye gradually buried his face in the crook of her neck. For a long time, the fire could not be extinguished.
After a long time.
The gravity on Zhuo Jian disappeared.
The warmth that does not belong to your body gradually escapes.
Fu Yanye stood up and sat on one side, breathing restrainedly.
Zhuo Jian also sat up, calmed down, and said in a lowered voice: "Go and sleep in the guest room."
"Um."
He agreed, put one hand up and rubbed his forehead.
Zhuo Jian said nothing, turned to look at him, and saw that his face was slightly red after being beaten by her, but she didn't want to apologize. Who let him pretend to be a gentleman and want to do random things at the same time?
But later, when Fu Yanye was about to go out, he put the door handle on the door and smiled silently.
Zhuo Jian turned to look at him and walked over: "What's wrong?"
"The door is locked from the outside, do you have a key?"
"Locked?"
Zhuo Jian didn't believe it and went to open the door himself.
It's really locked.
"It must be Fu Chengqian."
Zhuo Jian muttered angrily.
It was rare for Fu Yanye to hear her call her son by his name. He glanced at her and said, "You go sleep with your daughter. I'll sleep on the sofa."
Zhuo Jian didn't refute, turned around and went back to the bed.
The injury on her hand still hurt, so she looked at it under the lamp.
"Give me."
Fu Yanye said.
Zhuo Jian raised her eyes and saw him standing in front of her, asking her to give him her hand.
Looking at his hand holding the unscrewed ointment again, she stretched out her hand and said, "Give me the ointment and I will touch it myself."
There is no need for those subtle considerations, it is too late.
She is not a child, so this is of no use to her.
Fu Yanye didn't feel annoyed when he saw her stretching out her hand, he just held her wrist and turned it around.
Well, he insisted.
It looks quiet, but it is still very powerful.
Zhuo Jian thought to herself, I won’t accompany you to the island on weekends.
I really don’t know what will happen if I go there.
"lighter."
Zhuo Jian came to her senses because he suddenly rubbed her injured area with some force.
Fu Yanye glanced at her, didn't say much, and moved lightly.
Zhuo Jian glared at him angrily, "Okay."
"No, I'm afraid it won't be better within a week."
Fu Yanye answered her like this.
Zhuo Jian: "..."
What she asked was obviously whether he had finished applying the ointment.
It takes a long time to wipe such a small area.
He finally let go of her hand, but he stared at her so straightly, his eyes were so deep that it made people's hearts tremble.
"It was my fault just now, I apologize."
"..."
Zhuo Jian looked up at him, what kind of apology was he saying at this moment?
She angrily opened the quilt and got into bed, then turned over to face her daughter, closed her eyes and slept.
Fu Yanye was still standing there, so she said: "Please help me turn off the lights, thank you."
Soon, the room became dark.
Fu Yanye stood for a while and then walked to the sofa.
Finally, I lay down on the sofa alone.
He stuffed the pillow into his arms and hugged her tightly, sighing helplessly.
It's just that the two of them tossed and turned this night, and neither of them fell asleep for a long time.
Zhuo Jian didn't fall asleep until two or three o'clock in the middle of the night, and Fu Yanye also fell asleep for a while.
At six or seven o'clock in the morning, there was a sound at the door, and Fu Yanye woke up.
As soon as Chengcheng opened the door, she saw Fu Yanye there, and she smiled guiltily: "Dad."
"Why don't you call me Dad?"
"Dad, I did it for your own good last night."
"Yes, you let me sleep on the sofa all night for my own good."