"We haven't had a world of two people in a long time."
"That's why I have a little bit of affection for you."
"Um?"
“Distance will produce beauty.”
Zhuo Jian lowered his head and continued to speak against his conscience.
Fu Yanye let go of her a little and looked at her.
Zhuo Jian looked at him and lowered his eyes. Fu Yanye held her chin and made her raise her head, insisting on looking at her. From her eyes, she could not see her true intentions.
Fortunately, there was nothing else in her eyes.
"If what you said is true, I will continue to work hard, restrain my urge to find you, and let you continue to live alone, but can you give me a time limit for living alone? I have some hope?"
In his eyes, which had always been secretive, he suddenly felt pitiful.
Zhuo Jian looked at him for a long time before calming down his inner depression and said only: "If I tell you the deadline, how can you know if you are still sincere or just waiting for that exact date?"
Actually, she was lying to him.
Doesn't he know?
He smiled faintly, "Okay, if there is no, there is no."
But could he kiss her? Looking at her lips, he really wanted to kiss her.
But before she could kiss her, her hand blocked his mouth, "You said you would respect me."
"It's not okay to kiss me?"
"When I chased you, would you dare to kiss you without your consent?"
“…”
"I only dare to look at you outside the crowd. If you don't let me get close, I won't dare to get close."
“…”
Fu Yanye regretted it.
I regret it very much.
Why did he be so cruel to her when he was a child?
If she had dared to admit her intentions and dared to let her get close, she would not have these fallacies to prevent him from getting close to her.
What is this called?
What are you doing?
He didn't want to admit it, but in the end, he started the car again in order to "respect" her.
The old house has been very lively, and this night seems to be their happiest festival every week.
The children were also performing shows for the old man and the old lady, wearing comfortable cotton clothes.
Zhuo Ji heard the lively sounds inside the car and wanted to get out immediately, but his wrist was held.
"Can you stop letting Zhuang Ming touch you?"
“…”
"I can completely abide by your rules, but don't let him touch you, okay?"
"Then I can't control him."
“…”
Fu Yanye was heartbroken, and he discussed with her so humbly.
"But if he touches me again, can I avoid it?"
Zhuo Jian discussed with him.
"Um."
There was finally a little light in Fu Yanye's eyes.
Is this a concession?
He felt.
He has been really bored lately, and he is so bored that he almost forgot that he is a domineering president.
He can't calculate, can't get close, can only respect her meaning. He knows the password of her new house and has also recorded face recognition, but he can't go in.
If it were before, he would have quietly come in to look for her while she was sleeping in the middle of the night, even if he was just lying beside her, he would have done nothing.
But now...
He could only stay outside her house for one night and sleep in the car.
"You can let go of your hand now?"
Seeing that he was quite satisfied, Zhuo Jian looked at him and asked.
Fu Yanye glanced at him holding her wrist, then looked at her with a smile: "What should I do if I don't want to bear it?"
"The children will run out after seeing your car here. It will be a little cold tonight, especially your baby girl. She doesn't want to hold you or hold you hands. She runs unsteadily.
Maybe you might even fall or something.”
“…”
She smiled and let him go.
Zhuo Jian was also satisfied when he saw this result and smiled: "Let's go, I'm hungry."
Fu Yanye: “…”
How long has it been since she said she was hungry? In front of him.
After she got off the car, Fu Yanye couldn't help laughing, almost crying.
So, is the forbearance during this period rewarding?
The more he thought about it, the happier he became.
It seems that it is really effective and you can continue to work hard.
Zhuang Mingli called her when she arrived at the door, and Fu Yanye deliberately slowed down from behind.
"Didn't you say something tomorrow?"
"You are giving Fu Yanye this way, do you know?"
Zhuang Mingli asked her.
Zhuo Jian didn't say anything and turned his head to take a look.
Seeing that Fu Yanye was discovered, he walked past her with his hands in his pockets, but not far from walking in, and turned around and stared at her.
Zhuo Jian looked at him directly and said, "I'll have nothing else to do. I'll treat you tomorrow at noon."
Fu Yanye suddenly became ill.
dinner?
Who is the one named Zhuang?
That person with the surname Zhuang can really pretend, hum.
It’s okay to invite guests, it’s best to bring the fiancée with her surname Zhuang.
Then he agrees?
Well, reluctantly agree.
Fu Yanye saw Zhuo Jian hung up the phone, and then walked in again, and it was not too late.
But this is enough for Zhuo Jian to chase after her, and her slim legs are walking even slower.
When they entered the house, they found that there was a guest at home, and this guest...
His surname is Zhuang.
"You couple are coming back just in time. Come and see your Uncle Zhuang."
Wang Yue said.
Uncle Zhuang?
Fu Yanye thought he had stabbed a village named Zhuang?
Zhuo Jian was even more frightened. It seems that a person’s age is not Zhuang Mingli’s father, right?
That……
He doesn't look so approachable, can't he come to question her?
Zhuang Mingli was not kidnapped by her.
Woo woo.
Zhuo Jian suddenly reached the side of Fu Yanye's shoulder and approached slightly behind him.
Fu Yanye turned to look at her: "What? I kidnapped my son, and I know I'm afraid when I see him?"
“…”
Zhuo Jian was stunned for a moment, stared at him quickly, reminding him with his eyes, don’t forget that you are chasing me, so restrain me.
Of course, it was not the first time Zhuang Zhimin saw Zhuo Jian, but he still looked up as if he was calm and smiled helplessly after seeing her clearly.
Fu Yanye and Zhuo Jian were signaled to sit down by Wang Yue's eyes.
"When the wedding of Mingli and Xiaojing, will your young lady be the host of ceremonies?"
Because he hadn't mentioned this before, everyone looked at him in confusion.
Zhuang Zhimin looked at Zhuo Jian and Fu Yanye's hands. Zhuo Jian had no ring on his hands, and he knew in his heart that their marriage was indeed in danger.
Zhuang Zhimin's unfathomable smile was not polite, but only said: "It's perfect for such a good host to match my son's wedding."
"I thought they would like Western weddings, looking for priests or something."
Wang Yue immediately spoke.
"I will decide on the wedding matters. They don't care. I look down on ordinary ceremonies. You couple know my personality. For so many years, I like to be perfect no matter what you do. This little request, you couple can
You can't make me face, right? Old lady, what do you two say?"
Zhuang Zhimin said and looked at the old man and the old lady again.