Fu Yanye later slept directly on the sofa. When he woke up, he felt that something hurt his head.
The slender and skinny hand touched the top of the head, and then a black object appeared in sight.
A very exquisite black bag is not big, so you can just install a mobile phone or something.
And it looks quite familiar.
Like...
His wife's?
Wife?
Isn't she abroad?
she……
Come back?
Fu Yanye sat up from the sofa...
But there was no one in the living room. When did she come back?
Fu Yanye suddenly felt something was wrong, could it be...
Did she come back yesterday? Last night?
Fu Yanye looked at the bag in his hand and looked at the empty wine bottle and glass on the table the next moment. After drinking too much last night, he was upset and unwilling to go upstairs.
Because as soon as he went upstairs and saw the empty big bed, he would think of her.
Her body was delicate and soft, but it was not in his arms.
And she is so cold and wise all the time.
Fu Yanye doesn't like her like this, but if she comes back, then now...
The person suddenly jumped up from the sofa, his legs were long enough, and he ran upstairs in almost a minute.
The door was pushed open from outside in a bang.
There was still a person sleeping in the bed.
He heard his heart pounding and exerted great force.
She is really back?
Zhuo Jian was frightened by the knock on the door, sat up, and looked at the man standing at the door in a depressed manner, "You're back."
Fu Yanye looked at her. Her image is really bad now, but...
His legs moved, then he squeezed his hands unnaturally, and then said lightly: "Yes."
Seeing that he didn't move, Zhuo Jian couldn't help asking him again: "Why are you standing there?"
Fu Yanye looked at her again. They had a fight and had not seen each other for so long. What does she mean when she asked him this way?
Fu Yanye's long legs moved forward, which was very far-fetched.
But in the end, I walked to the bedside.
Zhuo Jian looked up at him: "What's wrong with you?"
"When did you come back?"
Fu Yanye looked at her and asked.
“Last night at 7 o’clock.”
Zhuo Jian said.
Last night at 7 o'clock?
She actually came back so early?
"Why didn't you call me?"
"I think you will always come back overnight!"
Zhuo Jian looked at him and suddenly felt a little sad. Didn’t he come back last night?
"I came back last night, just don't know you're upstairs."
Fu Yanye immediately explained, but the look of her eyes was still unfathomable. Zhuo Jian raised his head and looked a little dizzy. He raised his hand and touched his neck. It was so Ice, and then looked up at him, "A little bit."
Dizzy, maybe the jet lag is not reversed, can I sleep for a while?"
“…”
Fu Yanye frowned.
"Let's talk about it when you wake up."
Zhuo Jian fell down again after saying that.
Fu Yanye's brows frowned even more, she only occupied a little bit of the bed.
It was actually not comfortable to sleep on the sofa, and he felt that he hadn't had a good sleep either.
but……
Her face seemed to be flushed abnormally, and he subconsciously reached out to touch it.
Zhuo Jian's heart trembled, but pretended not to feel that he had to keep his eyes closed, trying to make himself fall asleep quickly.
"You have a fever!"
After Fu Yanye said that, he touched her cheek again, then directly reached into the back of her neck, his face becoming increasingly ugly.
Zhuo Jian's face turned red even more, until the place he touched.
"Don't sleep for now, I'll go find antipyretics."
"Hey, you can't take medicine indiscriminately now."
Zhuo Jian heard that he was going to get the fever-reducing medicine, so he quickly got up again.
Fu Yanye looked at her, "Which type is eaten?"
"You can buy some anti-heat patches and come back, and you don't rush to take the medicine."
Zhuo Jian reminded him.
Fu Yanye frowned and nodded.
Can't even take medicine?
He was unhappy. Why did that kid start to torture the couple before he was born?
It's tortured quite harshly.
Fu Yanye took his cell phone and went out, without having time to change his clothes.
Zhuo Jian rarely saw wrinkles on his shirt. When she saw the wrinkles behind him, she couldn't help but feel angry. Where did he spend the night last night?
Is a bar?
In the middle of the night yesterday, a paparazzi photographed him and Chen Lanxin meeting in a bar. The editor wrote that although the two met for a short time, it was obvious that they had made an appointment to meet in the evening.
Then there is no further information.
She wanted to lie back and sleep for a while, but her throat suddenly felt so uncomfortable, so she found a nightgown to put it on and went downstairs to find water to drink.
There was hot water in the kitchen, so she took a clean cup and poured it out.
The water was a little hot, and she held the bottom and quickly walked to the sofa to put it on the table before it became hot.
Just as I was thinking of blowing off the scalded hand, I looked up and saw an empty wine bottle and an empty wine glass, and...
An agreement.
She sat slowly on the sofa, her eyes calm and silent, unable to control her hand and reached out to pick up the agreement.
This was the first thing he gave her when she first returned to China.
Now look at it...
Did he come back last night?
He just didn't know she was there, he spent the night on the sofa.
Zhuo Jian quickly made a judgment, from the empty wine bottle and the agreement.
Is he going to file for divorce again?
These days she felt that he was angry. Even if he had a scandal with Chen Lanxin, it would only make her angry, wasn't it?
She is still the only signature in the lower right corner, he...
The door suddenly tinkled, and she was interrupted by thinking, and saw him coming back from outside in a blink of an eye.
Fu Yanye walked in and said, "The staff downstairs went to buy it for me and I will deliver it later."
Zhuo Jian turned around and sat there, slowly putting the agreement back.
Fu Yanye approached and saw that the agreement was put on the table from her hands, and he frowned unconsciously.
Forgot to put it back!
No, it should be precise that I forgot to destroy it.
"Why did you get out?"
Fu Yanye walked over and sat next to her and asked her.
Zhuo Jian smiled, and saw the tension in his eyes, so he just said softly, "Thirsty."
Fu Yanye looked at the cup of steaming water, folded his hands together, and gently touched the ring with one hand.
Zhuo Jian also lowered his head and became silent.
The two of them were at home, but the atmosphere was...
It seemed like I was back to that night all of a sudden, the night she came back for the first time.
Zhuo Jian looked up at him. They had clearly held a wedding and exchanged rings with each other. In front of so many people, he regretted it.
So fast?
Zhuo Jian began to feel nervous and nervous. If she lost this marriage because of one sentence, she would lose her warm chest and let her sleep alone in the future...
Zhuo Jian's eyes gradually became a little anxious, a little unconfidence, and murmured, "Do you regret it?"
"What?"
Fu Yanye raised his eyes and ran into her somewhat unconfident gaze.
“Have a wedding with me.”
Zhuo Jian also clenched his hand.
Fu Yanye glanced at her calmly until her heart was pounding.
Fu Yanye stretched out his long arms, took the agreement, and then tore it in half in front of her, and then in half.
Zhuo Jian: "…"
She originally thought that this would become a souvenir for both of them in a few years.