Fu Yanye said to the woman who blushed because of an advertisement, and then turned around and walked towards the restaurant.
Zhuo Jian's brain hurts a little, and she will remember anything, but soon the incident was suppressed by a headache.
When Zhuo Jian walked into the restaurant, he smelled the fragrance of the rice and suddenly became more energetic.
She was really hungry and didn't have much rest last night. She first cleaned up and then was tormented by him...
But just when she was eating very deliciously, someone suddenly interrupted her.
"You used to celebrate the festival alone?"
Fu Yanye asked.
Zhuo Jian subconsciously raised his eyes to face him, but quickly lowered his eyes again, stirring the porridge in the bowl and thought for a while, and whispered: "No, there is a classmate."
"Then why are you alone this time?"
Fu Yanye glanced at her with deep black eyes and continued to ask.
Zhuo Jian pondered unconsciously, still very low-key, "I just moved to clean up."
"When your father had an accident, your mother was afraid that you would be implicated, so she let you go abroad to avoid the limelight."
"Um?"
Zhuo Jian couldn't help but go to see him, but he looked down at the rice in his bowl. After a long time, he raised his eyes again. Zhuo Jian felt that he suddenly felt a little excited.
"It's not that I won't let you go back."
“…”
Zhuo Jian looked at him in surprise. Didn’t he not let her go back?
Fu Yanye suddenly put down the spoon in his hand and said, "You eat it yourself."
He got up and left.
Zhuo Jian sat there, his eyes quietly looking at his departure back, but he felt something else in his heart.
Why did he say this suddenly?
Now that her mother has left, what he said is true or false...
Zhuo Jian's mind saw what her mother said before she left, "Since he won't let you go back to China, you'll live outside now. You don't need to worry about me anyway."
Today is the first day of the Lunar New Year, and it is really bad to think about the past.
Zhuo Jian quickly put away his emotions and then drank porridge in big mouthfuls.
The porridge he made was so fragrant.
If he is willing to cook every day, the people who are with him will be blessed.
Fu Yanye went out and smoked a cigarette, and heard the phone ringing inside, so he went in again.
Still Li Yuqing.
When Zhuo Jian came out of the restaurant, he saw him standing on the sofa, holding her cell phone.
this……
"Wait for yours."
Fu Yanye’s previous two words were to say to the person on the other end of the phone, and then to Zhuo Jian.
Zhuo Jian walked over, looked at him with a little unhappy look, and answered the phone: "Hey?"
"Happy New Year! I wish my uncles and aunts a happy New Year, good health and all the best!"
Zhuo Jian said that, laughing unconsciously, as if he had just felt a little like the New Year.
Fu Yanye looked at her with dark eyes. If she raised her eyes, she would know how vicious his eyes were.
Zhuo Jian lowered his head and turned around while answering the phone, murmured: "Well, I came last night, well, then do this first, bye."
Fu Yanye looked better when he heard the back.
"What did he say?"
Fu Yanye saw her put down her cell phone and asked her.
Zhuo Jian said: "Just greetings, nothing else."
"Why do you say so much about New Year's greetings?"
Fu Yanye asked again.
Zhuo Jian couldn't help but look up at him. He always had so many things.
Just make a phone call.
She walked to the sofa and sat down, "You have to worry about this too?"
Fu Yanye looked at her holding her pillow and was unhappy in the sofa, and sat next to her, with her chest facing her: "Who cares about me?"
Zhuo Jian stubbornly looked at the table with a small face down, not willing to speak again.
Seeing that the scar on her neck was a little red, Fu Yanye couldn't help but want to touch it, but as soon as his hand was raised, Zhuo Jian immediately hid next to him.
Lying down directly on his side.
Fu Yanye looked at her with dark eyes, deep and deep, and asked, "What? Invite me to you?"
"No! What did you just want to do?"
Zhuo Jian hugged the pillow and immediately hid at the sofa farthest away from him and asked him.
"It seems that your scar is infected."
Fu Yanye murmured softly, leaned over with the flow, pressed her shoulders against the armrest of the sofa, and pushed her long hair aside with her hands, then gently touched the scar.
Zhuo Jian felt the temperature of his fingertips on his neck, and immediately blushed.
"I can't see clearly, you lie down."
Fu Yanye suddenly murmured.
Zhuo Jian was reflexive and wanted to bounce, but he forced the person to be pressed on the sofa.
Zhuo Jian looked at him with a red face, not daring to speak out.
Fu Yanye looked at her big black eyes and couldn't help but come to her.
In a hurry, Zhuo Jian closed his eyes tightly and opened his face.
Fu Yanye didn't say anything. Seeing her repulsive, she glared at her with dissatisfaction and looked down at her scars.
I didn't know why such a scene came to my mind. A man who was much taller than her held her back from behind, holding a knife in his hand and told her not to move.
At that moment, his heart suddenly shrank.
Fu Yanye leaned behind her and asked in a deep voice: "Did you cry when you were scared?"
She must have been frightened by so timid.
"I was scared and cried, but my legs were weak."
She still remembers that she collapsed to the ground.
Fu Yanye felt even more whipped in his heart.
The room suddenly became quiet, but the temperature of the two people sticking together kept rising.
Zhuo Jian uneasyly reached out to grab his hand: "Have you held enough?"
"No!"
The tone behind him was filled with the anger that was unique to the big boy.
Zhuo Jian's hand was also wrapped in him. Zhuo Jian heard his heartbeat getting faster and faster. He was really afraid that his heart would be exhausted and exhausted, so he couldn't help asking him: "What about now?"
"You disliked you so much when he brought you to the hotel?"
Fu Yanye questioned her sourly.
"He didn't carry me to the hotel."
Zhuo Jian subconsciously refuted.
"Aren't you weak?
"Just help."
"help……"
Fu Yanye was so angry that he couldn't speak, but he knew that he was angry now.
Zhuo Jian thought, do you think others can get started just like you?
They are all very gentlemen.
"I don't want to help me."
Fu Yanye said childishly behind her.
Zhuo Jian's heart moved and he looked at him in a blink of an eye.
Fu Yanye turned her head back and continued, "Go back and we won't learn anymore."
go back?
Don't learn anymore?
There are only two places in Taiwan, one of them falls on her. Can she just go back like this?
Then she won't have to mess around in the future.
Besides, she doesn't want to go back either.
I used to want to go back but now it's true. When I think of the messy things in the city, she thought, let's live here.
"I won't reply, the quota is very precious."
"I can get a few more places for you on the stage."
“…”
Zhuo Jian wanted to turn around and see him again.
But Fu Yanye tied her tightly and whispered behind her: "I don't want to let you be alone outside anymore."
It's too late to have anything to happen.
Zhuo Jian was actually a little hot.
Is he worried about her?
"I won't go back."
However, this could not change her mind.
"Can you go back?"
Fu Yanye got up and pressed directly on her. He looked at her lying softly under him. He really wanted to...
"Not going back."
But she just doesn't want to go back.
Fu Yanye stretched his hand into her pajamas again.
Zhuo Jian immediately tensed his face and panickedly grabbed his hand: "Fu Yanye, goodbye."
She almost died last night.
Fu Yanye pinched her slim waist with his hand and threatened: "I'll ask you for the last time, will you go back?"