Zhuo Jian didn't know whether it was more suitable inside or outside.
Fu Yanye was thinking about the time when she and Zhuang Mingli looked at each other just now.
Zhuang Mingli looked so passionately devoted to her, I wonder what she was feeling?
The toilet had to go from his side, but she looked left and right and finally chose to go to the other side.
Fu Yanye didn't say anything, but took another puff of cigarette.
But further inside, it turns out to be just a wall, haha.
Zhuo Jian stopped, sighed awkwardly, and then turned his head.
Fu Yanye smoked a cigarette and looked at her. For a long time, the two of them seemed to be standing on opposite ends of the scale, feeling extremely tormented, but neither of them had any idea of moving forward.
When he finished smoking his cigarette, he stubbed out the cigarette and threw it into the trash can before moving forward.
Zhuo Jian hooked his hands in his pockets for a while, then suddenly felt uncomfortable and subconsciously put them back.
Fu Yanye walked towards her slowly and then stood in front of her.
Zhuo Jian raised his head, finally saw him clearly, and then looked aside silently.
His leather shoes intertwined with hers, lowering himself.
The vision in front of Zhuo Jian was getting darker and darker, and the smell of the cigarettes he had smoked made her hold back her breath.
"When they get married, do we, the couple, want to give gifts?"
"Uh-huh?"
Zhuo Jian was stunned and looked up at him a little confused.
Fu Yanye looked at her with a smile in his dark eyes.
"Have you eaten enough? Follow them both?"
Fu Yanye asked again.
Zhuo Jian thought for a while, she didn't eat much, and she really didn't know where to start.
"I'm a little hungry too."
As he spoke, he suddenly grabbed her wrist, then led her to the door of a private room nearby and opened the door. It was empty. He casually raised his hand inside and touched the switch to turn on the light.
"Shall we order another one?"
"..."
Zhuo Jian heard his tone sound like a question, and even thought, what would happen if she rejected him now?
If it had been before, he would have dragged her in directly.
"That's it?"
Fu Yanye saw that she was silent, so he pulled her in as he spoke.
Then he habitually closed the door and pressed her against the wall.
Zhuo Jian asked him slowly: "Can I refuse?"
"Um?"
Fu Yanye frowned.
It was too late for her to refuse.
"Honestly, although, I must have gone out to eat with them. It seems rude to leave in the middle."
Zhuo Jian explained.
"..."
Fu Yanye frowned more and more.
"Feel sorry."
Zhuo Jian said something to him and tried to get away from his armpit.
But before I could bend down, he grabbed my shoulder.
"You have to give me a chance to sit down with you, otherwise how can I chase you?"
Fu Yanye asked her patiently.
Zhuo Jian smiled awkwardly but politely, "It's usually difficult to have dinner together before we catch up, right?"
"Really? Think about us when we were kids."
Fu Yanye reminded her.
"..."
Zhuo Jian suddenly fell silent.
"How many times a week did you have to eat with me at that time? A rough calculation, a hundred times a year, ten years is..."
He said no more.
"Then we have to wait for another day. Today I am with Zhuang Mingli and Li Jing."
Zhuo Jian knew that for ten years, they had indeed eaten together every three days. Their group of boys often went out to eat, drink and have fun at night. As the most favored girl next door, she could follow them every time.
After hearing this, Fu Yanye looked at her with some discouragement, "You used to be reluctant to see me without eating. Now, you have to ignore me just to accompany others. From the crush to my wife, do you just care less and less about me?"
He looks like a poor man about to be abandoned.
"Are you being miserable?"
When Zhuo Jian said this, his voice actually sounded very good.
Fu Yanye smiled bitterly: "Does being miserable help you?"