"There is a social event in the evening that you can't have dinner with you. Do you go back to the old house or go back to Shengyuan by yourself?"
"Then, will I go back to Shengyuan?"
Zhuo Jian asked him hesitantly.
"Yeah, go back early."
Fu Yanye hung up the phone after he said that.
Zhuo Jian thought I hadn't said goodbye yet, but he had already hung up, so he put away the phone and asked, "Why is it all he keeps?"
"Well...huh, my brother-in-law is afraid that you will run away."
Jian Qian suddenly felt that Fu Yanye really looked at Zhuo Jian very strictly, not that he was very strict about eating, drinking, having fun, or something, but because he was afraid that Zhuo Jian's legs would run too far.
Yuan Man and Chang Xia followed behind. Listening to both of them, Yuan Man whispered to Jian Qian, "Miss Jian, should I talk to our wife about something else?"
Jian Qian was puzzled: "Isn't this a bad thing?"
Yuan Man reminded carefully: "But this will cause panic for our wife."
Jian Qian looked at Yuan Man's serious expression and thought about it again. As expected, she changed the topic and gave Zhuo Jian's wallet. Then she continued to stroll with her and said, "Sister, that underwear is very good, let's go and have a look."
Zhuo Jian went in and looked at a few items, and then said, "I think there are many in the house."
“What a lot?”
Jian Qian asked her. "Undergarten."
Zhuo Jianhui.
When the women were visiting the underwear shop, Wang Rui consciously stopped outside.
"Mrs., what color do you like now?"
Chang Xia suddenly asked her.
Chang Xia loves to visit underwear stores.
Zhuo Jian looked at the color here, "Why are those black and purple ones?"
But the material is incomparable to the ones at home.
She remembers that all the clothes she wore were top-quality materials. As soon as she got started, she felt that it was a bit bad, although this was also a very high-end brand.
"You just pick and buy some, you can't wear it."
Jian Qian said.
Zhuo Jian listened, she refused to choose a few items in a bit of power, and then saw that Chang Xia and Yuan Man were also looking at them, and said, "If you don't dislike them, choose a few more items, I'll pay together."
"Thank you, madam."
The two of them were happy, so they chose whatever they wanted.
Wang Rui watched his wife choose underwear inside, and slowly exhaled and looked elsewhere.
Before dark, she returned to Shengyuan.
When Chang Xia and Yuan Mandu went home, she went upstairs by herself. "Are you... twenty years...?"
When the door was pushed open, she looked at the dim and empty house, and a hesitant word suddenly rang out in her mind.
That voice is a little familiar, and a little...
Is it him?
Zhuo Jian walked in slowly, and everything here became somewhat familiar, but if you look closely, it was strange again.
She put all the things she bought on the coffee table, sat slowly on the sofa, looking at the layout around her, and then accidentally looked at the drawer under the coffee table.
She was conditioned and pulled open, and it was obvious that it was in a blank space inside.
But that scene suddenly appeared in front of her.
The temples hurt again, she lowered her head, raised her hand and pressed her hard, and then a sensation of dizziness came.
It was completely dark.
She received a call from abroad, and the man said that she was Fu Yanqing and Fu Yanye's sister, and chatted with her for a while.
Zhuo Jian had a great headache. When she finally said enough, she hung up the phone, so she went to the kitchen.
When pouring water, he subconsciously raised his hand to open the cabinet above.
When she looked up and saw that there was indeed a cup on it, she was even more confused.
Not long after, an aunt came to help her prepare supper. Zhuo Jian asked aside, but couldn't help but ask: "Mr. Fu asked you to come?"
"Mrs. Young Madam, why are you so polite now? What Mr. Fu? You used to call Young Master Fu Yanye directly."
“…”
"Sometimes when you are angry, you call the eldest master like us." "..."
The more the aunt talked about their past events, the happier they were. She also said to her: "But your couple had a good relationship later, and her husband often called him."
Zhuo Jian blushed and felt warm when he heard this, and smiled awkwardly and then stepped out.
It was already past ten o'clock when Fu Yanye came back.
She was standing alone at the window looking at the sea view.
Hearing the sound of the door opening, she turned around and looked towards the door.
Now, she only saw a vague figure, but she just knew it was him who was back.
There was a "click".
The sound of closing the door is not loud, but in this quiet space, it seems so tragic?
Zhuo Jian looked at the person walking towards him, for a long time, until he could see his tall body clearly.
He walked to the sofa, and his cell phone rang. He stopped to answer the phone, but looked at her with a gentle look.
Zhuo Jian's mind buzzed again.
I have to remember anything, but as soon as I think about it, I feel a headache.
"I won't go, I just got home."
Fu Yanye said, took off his coat and gently put it beside him. He looked at the person standing at the window again, signaling her to come and sit down, while sitting on the sofa.
I don’t know what he said, but he smiled faintly: “Let’s do it first, I’ll have a chance next time.”
He hung up the phone, then looked up at her, "Come here." Zhuo Jian heard this sound, as if calling her, came back to his senses, walked to him and sat down.
"Is the social engagement over?"
Zhuo Jian asked him.
"Um."
She sat too far, and Fu Yanye didn't want to say anything more, so he sat down next to her, holding her hand, looked at the box on the table, looking at the brand, which was a well-known underwear brand.
Fu Yanye looked at her in a blink of an eye, chuckled and murmured: "I bought new underwear, should I wear it for me?"
"Jian Qian said she wanted to buy it together, but I couldn't refuse."
Zhuo Jian explained softly, she didn't want to show it to him.
Underwear, that's it.
Fu Yanye stared at her and found that she looked bad, so he raised his hand and touched her forehead.
Zhuo Jian subconsciously wanted to retreat, and Fu Yanye fixed the back of her head, felt her forehead a little cold, so he also touched his own, "I don't have a fever, why is my face so ugly? Are you feeling uncomfortable?"
"I suddenly had a headache when I came back, but now it's much better."
Zhuo Jian said.
Fu Yanye heard her say a headache and immediately frowned, and immediately picked up the phone again, "Let's go to the hospital."
"Oh, it's so late, don't go."
Zhuo Jian thought that he would probably call the doctor, but at this time, she didn't want to go to the hospital.
She held his hand, Fu Yanye was stunned and looked at her hand covering his hand for a long time.
She hadn't taken the initiative to hold his hand for a long time. He put a little sideways and easily held her fingers into his palm, "Then let's go there tomorrow, huh?"
"Um."
Zhuo Jian nodded.
Suddenly, he felt that his eyes were full of concern for her.
"So, what are we doing now?"
Fu Yanye pinched her hands and played with it, but his eyes were staring at her.
Zhuo Jian's face turned red, "It seems like it's time to go to bed?"
Fu Yanye's intrigue voice was in a low voice: "Bring your newly bought pajamas."