Fu Yanye smiled helplessly after being named like this by his wife.
"Sometimes fools are also called."
Fu Yanye told her this.
"Is that true? Do you say I'm stupid, say I'm stupid, or do you love me?"
"certainly."
"certainly?"
Zhuo Jian looked at him unhappily, not believing a word.
Moreover, no one likes to say that they are stupid.
"I swear that in my heart, our Mrs. Fu is not only beautiful and kind-hearted, but also smart and wise. She is never stupid or stupid. She is not fool."
Seeing that she was not happy, Fu Yanye had to raise his hand to make a swearing gesture to preach to her.
Zhuo Jian glanced at his hand and couldn't help but mutter: "You have to swear this little thing? Your swear is so worthless."
Huh?
Fu Yanye narrowed his eyes with a smile.
He was a little confused. His wife came back this time and had a much bigger temper than before.
Since childhood, how dare she argue with him like this? She has refuted him like this?
In the past, she had never coaxed her, even later, except when she really made misunderstandings and arguments.
It's like...
Fu Yanye felt a flower blooming in his heart, and hugged her in his arms, and whispered: "Then what do you want to do for your husband? Hum?"
"I want you to cook for me personally. Don't say I'm stupid, let alone I'm stupid. There's the most important point."
"Look at me."
"Don't trust me anymore."
“100% trust.”
"This is what you said. If you don't trust me anymore, then I will..."
“…”
“Move out.”
Zhuo Jian looked at his deep eyes and thought of this one for a long time.
But Fu Yanye felt a little trembling when he heard this.
"Don't give you the chance to move out, I finally got it back."
Fu Yanye gently kissed her on the cheek, and then asked her softly: "Can you go to have a meal first? Otherwise, your stomach will be unpleasant."
"You agreed?"
She said so much.
Even she felt unreasonable and was a little coquettish.
"Well, if my wife says, I will do it even if it violates moral laws."
“…”
Zhuo Jian looked at him in disbelief.
Suddenly I remembered the old movie they watched that day, when a man loved women so much but said he should not violate moral laws, and he...
Zhuo Jian was moved again, although he was still pouting.
“Hungry.”
Soon, she looked at him softly.
"Okay, then I'll go prepare dinner for my wife myself."
Fu Yanye discussed with her.
"I'm going to go, I'm going to supervise myself."
Zhuo Jian suddenly wrapped around his neck.
Fu Yanye was satisfied and immediately hugged her and stood up and walked towards the restaurant.
but……
The aunt had already had a hot meal. Fu Yanye put her in the chair, put her hands on her hips, pretending to be deep: "Do all these, I'll cook for my wife tonight."
"ah?"
"Hey, why do you want to throw it away? That's it tonight."
Zhuo Jian grabbed him for a moment.
Fu Yanye lowered his head, "Didn't he say he wanted to cook for you personally?"
"But this is the rice that my aunt cooks hard, and it smells very fragrant."
Zhuo Jian lowered his head as he spoke.
After all, it doesn't count if it's what I said.
Fu Yanye's eyes were filled with pampering when he looked at her.
The aunt couldn't help laughing, "Then please bother the young master to help the wife do what happened next. The soup was not presented, and the rice was also in the pot."
The aunt left after explaining.
Fu Yanye focused on serving his wife for dinner.
The two of them sat side by side, Zhuo Jian drank the soup, looked at him in a blink of an eye, and couldn't help but smirk.
Fu Yanye looked at her meaningfully. She should be the one she fell in love when she was a child, right?
There is no need to deliberately restrain one's temper, no need to suppress one's emotions, no need to be humble.
"Is it delicious?"
He asked her softly.
"Um."
She nodded and drank another spoonful.
Fu Yanye suddenly leaned over and signaled to drink her soup.
Zhuo Jian held his bowl and took a spoonful of it for him and put it in his mouth.
"Yeah, that's so fresh."
Fu Yanye said.
"Taste mine for you."
"Hey, are all done by aunties?"
Zhuo Jian leaned back a little, but he always smiled sweetly when he spoke.
Fu Yanye smiled and said, "Take a bite, do you want me to feed you more intimately?"
He took a sip of the soup and winked at her.
Zhuo Jian put down his bowl without saying a word, then picked up his bowl and killed it directly.
Fu Yanye: “…”
"Well, it tastes really good."
Zhuo Jian finished drinking the soup and told him.
Fu Yanye sighed helplessly with a smile.
What to do?
Anyway, there is no way to deal with her.
I can't stand her for grievances, and I can't stand her for being unhappy.
After dinner, the two sat on the sofa again. Zhuo Jian told him: "I vomited in the hospital today because I suddenly remembered that someone had an injection here."
She pointed to her neck, which was a blood vessel.
Fu Yanye felt ache in his heart.
After knowing the reason, I blame myself even more.
He blamed him for thinking so much and wanting to go out to get some breath, but where did she go to get some breath?
After suffering so much grievance and hurt, all memories are lost.
He knew the feeling of losing his memory best. He obviously liked someone to forgive him so much, but when he changed to his wife, he actually forgot everything.
"It hurts very much, doesn't it?"
"Well, more, scared."
Zhuo Jian lay on his broad chest, she liked that he had hard and warmth.
But when she felt weak and scared, Fu Yanye felt even more distressed.
He hugged her tightly, the plot in the movie was no longer important, he just felt sorry for her.
Of course she would be scared, watching others abuse her but could not do anything.
"I seemed to be lying on a cold bed. I seemed to be cold at that time, but the medicine in the syringe was iced even more than my body."
That scene appeared in Zhuo Jian's mind.
The person who gave her an injection was even colder.
She didn't remember how scared she was at that time, but now she was very scared when she thought about it, and even shivered.
So she shrank tighter in his arms, and hugged him tighter.
Fu Yanye lowered his eyes, looked at her fearful look, kissed her gently on her head, kissed her forehead, and then hugged her in her warm arms for a long time.
Later, she fell asleep in his arms, and he felt that his waist was looser. He lowered his head and saw her so gentle when she fell asleep. He scolded herself ten thousand times in his heart and picked her up.
In the bedroom, he did not turn on the lights, so he placed her gently and cared for her, and gently covered her with a quilt.
Zhuo Jian turned around and hugged his arm again.
Fu Yanye carefully found a good position and let her lift her until she was tired of holding her.
If she hadn't let go...
Well, that's fine.
Compared with everything she has endured, he has lived so much happiness over the years.
"Bad guy."
She muttered in her sleep, but hugged his arms tighter.
Fu Yanye smiled and asked her softly: "Who is the bad guy?"