If there is any misunderstanding, resolve it immediately.
"Why......"
The old lady felt that she had nothing to say yet, but Fu Yanye had already got out of the car and asked Uncle Zhou to take her away.
She saw that her precious grandson was such a tall and big man, and he was so vigorous and vigorous in the shopping mall, but he hung around that little woman all day long. She didn't understand, why couldn't he move around well?
Logically speaking, there is no one else in their hearts, so shouldn't they be fine?
She thought of Zhuang Mingli again and sighed helplessly, "I met the boy who kidnapped our young lady today. Don't tell me, he was really good-looking."
Uncle Zhou thought he was hallucinating, looked up at the rearview mirror, then looked back at the old lady, "Old lady, are you talking to me?"
"No, drive your car."
The old lady looked up at him and saw that he didn't hear her, so she gave an annoyed warning.
"Why."
Uncle Zhou agreed and continued to do his duty.
As soon as Zhuo Jian was given the fluid, the door to the ward was pushed open again.
"Master."
The auntie greeted me respectfully from the side.
"It's a little higher than this time yesterday, thirty-seven degrees nine."
The nurse looked at the thermometer and mumbled to her.
Zhuo Jian didn't take it seriously. She felt a little confused. It turned out she still had a fever.
"You can't be discharged from the hospital privately today. You must stay in the hospital for observation for at least seven days."
The nurse explained carefully.
Zhuo Jian looked at her, "Can't we leave after the infusion?"
"Yes, you cannot leave the hospital for seven days."
Zhuo Jian suspected that the nurse was colluding with Fu Yanye.
The nurse confirmed with her again and left, and the aunt also said: "Young madam, I will go back and talk to the old lady first, and let the young master take care of you here."
Master, just take care of her?
Zhuo Jian turned to look at her aunt and thought to herself, how dare you say this.
But the aunt still left, and then Zhuo Jian leaned on the bedside and looked at her mobile phone, not intending to pay attention to him.
But he had questions to ask after all, so he stood for a while and sat down next to her.
Zhuo Jian stared straight at where he was sitting, wanting to tell him to get lost, but in the end she just lowered her head and continued looking at her phone.
"Did you say anything to me that night?"
Fu Yanye suddenly asked.
Zhuo Jian looked at the phone screen and looked at his clothes, but said nothing.
Something came to mind.
Of course she said it, but...
Zhuo Jian glanced at him to make sure he had no memory, then lowered his head and continued looking at his phone.
"Did you say that?"
he urged.
"say what?"
Zhuo Jian asked calmly.
"say you Love Me."
Fu Yanye looked at her, not wanting to miss any of her subtle expressions.
Her micro-expression told him...
"No."
She looked at him and said two words, not giving him any hope.
Fu Yanye also stared at her. Her eyes moved for a second just now. He felt that it was not what she said.
And her words have been echoing in his mind since midnight last night.
"Really do not have?"
Fu Yanye lowered his voice and asked her for confirmation again.
"Why should I love you?"
Zhuo Jian asked him.
She found it funny.
Everything about her was shattered by his distrust, so broken that it could no longer stick together.
He thinks she still has the ability to love him?
Even if she wanted to, she couldn't do it.
Fu Yanye choked and raised his hand to support her face, but as soon as it touched her jawline, she moved away.