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"Why……"
The old lady felt that she hadn't said anything yet, but Fu Yanye had already got off the car and asked Uncle Zhou to take her away.
She looked at her baby grandson as tall as a person, who was also very decisive in the mall, but she was wandering around the little woman all day long. She didn't understand, why couldn't he move around?
Logically speaking, they both have no one else in their hearts, shouldn’t it be good?
She remembered Zhuang Minglilai again and sighed helplessly, "I saw the boy who kidnapped our young lady today. Not to mention, it's really pretty."
Uncle Zhou thought he had hallucinations, so he looked up at the rearview mirror, and 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, but when she saw that he didn't hear it, she gave a resentful reminder.
"Why."
Uncle Zhou agreed and continued to do his duty.
As soon as Zhuo Jian was injected with fluid, the door of the ward was pushed open again.
"Young Master."
The aunt greeted her respectfully next to her.
"It's a little higher than this time yesterday, thirty-seven degrees nine."
The nurse muttered to her after looking at the thermometer.
Zhuo Jian didn't take it seriously. She felt a little confused and 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 gave it seriously.
Zhuo Jian looked at her, "You can't leave after the infusion?"
"Yes, within seven days, you can't leave the hospital one step."
Zhuo Jian suspected that the nurse had colluded with Fu Yanye.
The nurse confirmed with her again and left, and the aunt also said, "Mrs. Young lady, then I will go back and reply to the old lady first, just let the young master take care of you here."
Just take care of her?
Zhuo Jian looked at his aunt in a blink of an eye and thought to himself that you are so bold to say this.
But the aunt left, and then Zhuo Jian leaned against the bedside to look at his phone, not planning to pay attention to him.
But he had a question after all, so he stood there for a while and sat next to her.
Zhuo Jian stared at the place where he was sitting, and wanted to tell him to get out, but in the end he just lowered his head and continued to look at his phone.
"Did you say anything to me that night?"
Fu Yanye suddenly asked.
Zhuo Jian looked at his phone screen and looked at his clothes, but said nothing.
Something came to her mind.
Of course she said, but...
Zhuo Jian looked at him, confirmed that he had no memory, and lowered his head and continued to look at his phone.
"Have you said it?"
He urged.
"say what?"
Zhuo Jian asked lightly.
"Say you love me."
Fu Yanye looked at her, not wanting to miss any of her subtle expressions.
Her micro-expression tells him...
"No."
She looked at him, two words, giving no hope.
Fu Yanye also stared at her. Her eyes were moved for a second just now, and he felt that it was not what she said.
And her words have been echoing in his mind since midnight yesterday.
"Really not?"
Fu Yanye lowered his voice and asked her to verify it.
"What do 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 to it.
He thought she still had the ability to love him?
Even if she wanted to, she couldn't do it.
Fu Yanye choked and raised his hand to hold her face. She moved it away just as she touched her jawline.
He continued to step forward, holding her face with domineering hands, preventing her from moving, and forcing her to face him, "I got drunk that night."
This is somewhat unconfident.
If she had said it at that time and he didn't hear it, he would have regretted it for the rest of his life.
Because if nothing unexpected happens, it may be the only time in her life that she has said she loves him so completely.
Zhuo Jian felt that he was pretending to be sad, and she choked up, but her words were very irritating, "I am drunk enough, Cheng Nuo screamed so closely."
“…”
Fu Yanye suddenly couldn't speak.
"What? I didn't expect that I would still call the young girl's name after I was drunk?"
"Zhuo Jian."
"I thought I was very dedicated, but I found that I was just one of the men in the world who would make mistakes?"
“…”
"Don't sell any affectionate personality, and don't say anything more. I'm sorry, you're sorry, we just end up like many couples who can't live."
She suddenly said something very tight and told him to be speechless.
“We are different.”
"Really? Do you know how to disguise?"
“…”
"I'm tired and want to rest."
She didn't lie down because he was still holding her face.
He held back his breath and leaned closer to her. He wanted to bite her several times, but in the end he just touched the tip of his nose, then put his forehead against her forehead, and wanted to say a lot, but it couldn't be heard in his throat for a moment.
He was no longer sure which sentence should be said and which sentence should not be said. It seemed that it was too easy to make a mistake.
Her stubborn and proud look was clearly injured.
He breathed hard, slowly letting go of her, and whispered humbly: "Okay, rest."
Zhuo Jian lies down on his side and closes his eyes behind his back.
Fu Yanye was still sitting there, looking at her cold side face, and her heart was also heartbroken?
But he didn't speak anymore for a long time because she said she wanted to rest when she was tired, so he thought that the most important thing now was to let her rest well.
——
At night, only Chengcheng was taken by her aunt to see her, and brought her what she usually likes to eat and drink, and then knelt on the bed and touched her forehead, "Mommy, your head is still very hot."
"Silly, you just came in from outside. Of course, I think Mommy's head is so hot, but you are actually too cold."
Zhuo Jian touched his cold little hand and said to him.
"Hehe, I like cold things."
Chengcheng doesn’t like the hot hands. He likes the cold feeling outside, which is something that you can’t feel at home and is particularly fresh.
Zhuo Jian sighed helplessly. After Chengcheng went down, she opened the fruit cut by the chef at home and gave her an orange with a fruit tag, "Mommy opened her mouth."
“…”
She just felt sour.
Just looking at it, her mouth became a little sour and watery, and even more sour when she ate it, well, her mouth was full of sourness.
"Is it delicious? There are so many more, I'll bring it to you after you finish eating."
Chengcheng said as she brought a large plate to her.
Zhuo Jian looked at the plate, frowned, then looked at the person who had been sitting at the window and didn't say anything, and whispered, "Your father loves food, go and give him some."
"Ah? Doesn't mommy like to eat oranges? I brought it to mommy."
Chengcheng seemed very reluctant, it was really special.
He was reluctant to give it to his father.
Zhuo Jian wanted to be sad, but after seeing through his son's thoughts, he didn't force him. He could only say: "The doctor said I can't eat too much now, so let's put these here first, and mommy can eat it later.
All of them were eaten up.”
"That's it, that's OK."
Chengcheng said and brought it away for her again.
The aunt looked around and had to say, "The young master is really considerate. In the morning, I asked someone to buy fresh oranges, and they all processed them and didn't even have a single piece of silk."
Zhuo Jian also felt very heartwarming, and his son loved her so much.
"Young Master, it's time for us to go back."
The aunt said to Chengcheng.
"Mommy, I want to stay here with you."
Chengcheng walked reluctantly.
His mother is sick, he is the eldest son, so he has to stay and take care of her mother.
After all, he has done everything well, so it is definitely no problem to take care of his mother.
The person who had been sitting at the window looking at his phone didn't even respond when he asked him to eat oranges, but now he looked up at the boy who showed enthusiasm for his wife.