It's okay for him not to move, but he's a little worried about Zhuo Jian.
Fu Yanye followed, and Zhuo Jian wiped his shirt with a tissue. Although he couldn't tell the color of what he was wearing today, he still felt a little embarrassed.
Looking up again and seeing herself in the mirror with a face full of boredom, Zhuo Jian stopped and suddenly felt a sense of powerlessness.
They finally met.
Out of the corner of her eye, she saw someone coming in, and she lowered her head again and continued to wipe her heart.
Fu Yanye approached her. Zhuo Jian was tired of wiping. In a blink of an eye, she saw it was him and looked at him in shock: "Why did you come in? This is the women's restroom."
"The women's restroom is inside, it's public."
Fu Yanye's low and deep voice reminded her, and his black eyes continued to look at her.
Zhuo Jian stared at his heart with big eyes for a long time, then stepped out and walked out: "I'm going to find my husband."
Fu Yanye moved a little and blocked her. Zhuo Jian evaded several times and looked up at him angrily: "Why are you like this? I'm not your wife, why are you pestering me?"
Fu Yanye forced a smile at her childish question and said softly: "Who said you are not my wife?"
"Is your wife dead? So when you see someone who looks like you, you think she is your wife?"
Zhuo Jian responded rudely to him.
Fu Yanye frowned because of her word "death". He looked at her with a sense of powerlessness.
He obviously wanted to catch her and ask her why she was like this.
He obviously wanted to kidnap her home and watch her carefully.
But now he is here listening to her say that his wife is dead?
"Chengcheng is not dead, so how could she be willing to die?"
Fu Yanye spoke slowly after a long while.
Zhuo Jian's chest felt hot, and her eyes felt hot as the tip of her nose felt sore, but she still glared at him: "I don't understand what you are talking about, I'm going to find my husband, please get out of the way."
Fu Yanye grabbed her arm and squeezed it hard.
Zhuo Jian felt that her arm was about to be broken by him, and her heart was trembling. She began to struggle hard, "What are you doing? Let me go quickly, or I will scream molestation."
"You yell, I want to see who dares to let me touch my wife."
Fu Yanye said, pulling her directly in front of him and sticking close to her.
At this time, he even hated him, but he didn't know who he hated.
Zhuo Jian's eyes were red with anger, and her eyes suddenly became squeamish. She shed tears and muttered childishly: "I want to find my husband, you bastard, let me go, husband, A Xin..."
"
She started to cry, and she cried so aggrievedly that it made people feel heartbroken.
Fu Yanye raised his hand and pinched her chin, staring at her coldly with his black eyes, squeezing out every word through his teeth, threatening: "Don't call him."
Zhuo Jian cried even harder, "Uuuu, I don't know you, why are you doing this to me?"
"I'm Fu Yanye, Zhuo Jian, don't pretend you don't know me."
When she cried heartbreakingly, he was also in agony and said these words to her word for word.
Zhuo Jian cried so hard that she couldn't even open her eyes. Fu Yanye raised his hand to hold her face and wiped his tears, murmuring distressedly: "I know you hate me, but don't pretend to have forgotten me, eh?"
Zhuo Jian slowly opened her eyes and looked at him with fear and coercion in her eyes. She helplessly explained to him: "But, I really don't know you. I have lost my memory, but I know who my husband is. I
He was next to me when I woke up, and we also have a pair of cute babies, they have just been one month old in the past two days, really, I kid you not."
Fu Yanye looked at her, feeling so distressed that he twitched.
"I'm still pumping my breasts, you saw it."
Zhuo Jian whispered in shame and lowered her eyes. She didn't see the position of her heart, but that was where she was pointing.
Fu Yanye lowered his head, and he naturally saw it.
He looked there and couldn't move for a long time.