"You also need to question this little busy among friends? Then my phone is broken now and I can't give it to you. What can I do?"
Liang Yu asked her back.
"I don't make things difficult for you, but Liang Yu, remember to give it to me as soon as possible, otherwise I will have to ask the Finance Department to give me 20,000 yuan from your salary."
"what ever."
After Liang Yu finished speaking, he glanced at the man who was already walking inside, and his heart felt as if someone was turning violently with a knife.
She didn't expect him to be so cruel. Did he really care about Chen Moli?
When she left, Chen Moli felt uncomfortable. Seeing that Chen wanted to be on the sofa, she immediately walked over, picked up the pillow and smashed it at him: "Go and change the door for me now. If you can't change it, don't come back."
"Now? She has just left. What if she blocks me downstairs?"
Chen Xiang was silent for a moment, but then immediately asked her again.
After listening to it, Chen Moli felt like she was being held back, and she immediately smashed him hard a few times: "Bastard, bastard."
Chen wanted to be so tightly next to each other, but seeing that she was so unhappy, she suddenly stood up after being beaten: "Have you finished venting?"
"No."
"Then I'll find a way to help you vent your vent?"
"What?"
Chen Xiang suddenly stood up and walked towards her. Before she could understand that the person was already being held under his armpit, he walked towards the master bedroom.
"What do Chen misses you for?"
"Bang."
The door was closed, and all the sounds began to become vague outside, but...
——
The next morning, Zhuo Jian received a WeChat message from Chen Moli, "Sister, that man has made me stronger."
"Um?"
"But I've made him stronger again."
“…”
"It's considered even, but I won't just let it go. From today on, he'd better run away immediately when he sees me, otherwise I'd have to beat him up and look for teeth."
"You."
Zhuo Jian couldn't help but smile and replied to the words she said.
In the living room on the second floor, a balance car drove in: "Good morning Mommy, good morning Daddy."
When Zhuo Jian heard that sound, he couldn't help but turn to look at her baby son, and then looked up at her head.
"When were you?"
"Just when you're reading WeChat."
She didn't go out today and didn't wear contact lenses. She had glasses without frames hanging on the bridge of her nose, making her eyes look smaller.
But Fu Yanye was fascinated by her eyes, bent over, and the sun shone in from the distant window. He held her head and whispered: "You know the word "strong". Sometimes it is between husband and wife, it is not really strong. Bar?"
Zhuo Jian: "…"
"Don't worry too much about her, she won't let herself be wronged."
"Oh, then who would let himself be wronged?"
Zhuo simply looked at him and asked.
Fu Yanye didn't say anything, but just pinched her glasses and helped her to remove them, then looked at her with a gentle look, and then a kiss fell on her lips.
Zhuo Jian: "…"
Well, I can't see anything clearly.
Fu Yanye gave up with a kiss: "Go to the hospital together?"
"Um."
I'm going to see my grandpa.
Grandpa has to stay for a week before he can go home.
"I'm blind to give back my glasses."
Zhuo Jian told him awkwardly and politely.
Fu Yanye felt a little worried and immediately returned the glasses to her.
Zhuo Jian put on glasses, and everything in front of him finally became clear, including the man in front of him.
Fu Yanye looked a little heavy, and she asked him in confusion: "What's wrong? Suddenly he was so serious."
"fine."
Fu Yanye whispered softly and then reached out to her.
Zhuo Jian consciously put his hand in his palm, and he pulled it up, and then the two of them hugged each other across the sofa.
Fu Yanye looked at her: "Have myopia worsened recently?"
"No."
"Um."
Fu Yanye touched her hair again, and then couldn't help but press the back of her head to let her fight against her forehead.
Zhuo Jian felt the atmosphere suddenly became a little strange, and he seemed a little unhappy.
Chengbao and his two younger brothers passed by behind them, just like they didn't see it.
Only Chengtian stood in the distance and turned around, stared at him for a long time, smiled innocently, and then turned around and ran to find his brothers.
Later, they went to the hospital together and encountered an ambulance at the entrance of the hospital and stopped.
The medical staff rushed out from inside, and Fu Yanye quickly grabbed Zhuo Jian and retreated.
The two of them watched a bloody man coming out of the ambulance. Zhuo Jian's mind flashed with a bloody picture, and then he couldn't help but grab Fu Yanye.
Fu Yanye withdrew his gaze, looked down at the woman with a pale face in his arms, and immediately stroked her hair: "Not afraid."
Zhuo Jian didn't know why, but his heart was so thrust, as if something was struggling out with force, and she was almost unable to hold it.
She hugged Fu Yanye and felt a little tight.
Fu Yanye looked down at her pale face and regretted bringing her over.
The same was true for the last time I came here, and I encountered this situation.
After seeing the old man, the two went to find their attending doctor. The doctor asked her: "Apart from remembering some very fragments before, have you ever thought of anything else recently?"
"No."
Zhuo Jian shook his head.
"How long does that longest clip last?"
“…”
Zhuo Jian thought about it for a few seconds.
At this moment, she suddenly felt a little inferior and felt that she was too useless.
It has been so long, but there are very few things I remember.
"Don't be too nervous and relax, otherwise it will only make your headache worse."
The doctor saw that she looked a little disappointed and reminded her.
"Um."
She agreed.
She wasn't too nervous, she was just disappointed with herself, and then she had a fever the next day.
Thirty-eight degrees nine.
Fu Yanye found a doctor at home to see her and had antipyretics.
It was already past nine o'clock in the morning, and Zhuo Jian watched him come back after sending the doctor, and he had no strength to say: "I'm fine, you'll go to work."
"How can I still be in the mood to go to work?"
Fu Yanye asked her, sat down beside her, leaned against the head of the bed and hugged her in her arms, and whispered comfortingly: "Will you sleep for a while?"
Zhuo Jian looked up at him, "Did I delay you very much?"
"No."
"But I can't remember anything, and I always keep you busy."
Zhuo Jian preached again.
She was blaming herself in her heart, she was afraid that she would drag him down.
"Some people are busy, they are better than none. Moreover, you are actually much more independent than you think."
Fu Yanye hugged her, kissed her gently on her forehead, and whispered to her patiently.
From the moment he knew she had a fever, he always spoke with a kind of gentle breeze and drizzle.
Zhuo Jian was in his arms safely and silly, but soon after, he whispered: "Then don't you dislike me?"
"I'm disgusted, I'm almost dying."
He hugged her tightly, leaned against her eyes, pressed against her forehead, and whispered ambiguously, and after that, he was about to kiss her.
She was so amused by him that she suddenly covered her mouth when he was about to kiss her, "It's contagious."
Fu Yanye looked at her with dark eyes and took her hand away.