Fu Yanye entered her apartment and put the car keys on the shoe cabinet next to her. He took two steps in and suddenly stopped. He turned to look at the slippers on her feet and asked, "Would you like to change into slippers?"
Zhuo Jian looked at him dullly, lowering her eyes despite her accelerated heartbeat, "No need!"
She doesn't even have men's slippers here.
Fu Yanye walked inside again and sat down on the sofa: "Su Bai asked someone to send the clothes to me. You can pick them up another day!"
"..."
Is he here just to talk about this?
Zhuo Jian did not move forward, but silently folded the towel and put it aside. When he turned to look at her again, her heart tightened, and she reflexively put her hands behind her back and stood upright.
"What are you doing standing there? Come here!"
"No! You can just say something if you have something to say, I can hear you!"
Zhuo Jian lowered his eyes defensively and spoke clearly.
Fu Yanye looked at her for a long time, then quickly tapped the back of the sofa with his long and slender fingers. He suddenly stopped and asked, "Want me to help you come here?"
Zhuo Jian raised her eyes to look at him.
Naturally, it was better to walk over by myself, as I didn't want to have physical contact with him.
So soon Fu Yanye saw her standing on the side, like an ignorant little girl.
"You look like a child who needs to be taken care of."
"..."
Zhuo Jian lowered her head after listening to his words.
"At least you can get me a cup of tea."
Fu Yanye reminded her.
Zhuo Jian turned around and went to the kitchen.
In fact, she didn't think it was suitable to drink tea in the middle of the night, but it was better than going to him immediately, so she patiently boiled water and made tea.
"Isn't there even hot water at home?"
He suddenly stood behind her, pressing his knee against her thigh.
Zhuo Jian subconsciously leaned forward and pressed the edge of the glass platform with both hands.
Fu Yanye bent down slightly, leaning his face against her ear. He glanced at her and then looked at where she was staring: "Is that cup just for me?"
Zhuo Jian subconsciously turned to look at him. Does he still want exclusive use here?
But as soon as she turned her head, he turned to look at her.
She couldn't see his eyes clearly, so she subconsciously hid behind her, but the slippers tried to move her down, but fortunately the person in front of her caught her.
Zhuo Jian opened her eyes and saw his sharp outlines and perfect facial features.
Her breathing was about to stop. She looked at him disappointedly and silently lowered her eyes when he helped her up.
Fu Yanye looked at her with dark eyes and reminded: "I'm not a ghost!"
The kettle rang, Zhuo Jian turned around to turn off the natural gas, and then made him tea.
Fu Yanye stood aside and watched, and when she was taking the cup, she took another one: "This one is for me only!"
Zhuo Jian watched as his cup was taken away. After a while, he just silently squeezed the tea leaves inside.
"It is said that tea has a disinfecting effect. Just leave it like this for now. Don't you know that drinking tea at night will affect your sleep?"
Fu Yanye put the tea cup back again.
Zhuo Jian thought to himself, why did you say drink it if you already knew it? I brewed it for you and you said you wouldn’t drink it.
Was he just torturing her on purpose?
Zhuo Jian endured it, and then slowly took two steps back, farther away from his tall and straight body.
Finally no longer smelling the cold smell on his body, she took a breath, looked at the door and asked him: "Are you okay?"
"You expect me to leave so much? I haven't settled the matter with you yet for Ruxiang."
He strolled up to her and stood there with his legs fixed. She looked flustered.
"How to calculate?"
Zhuo Jian looked at him and thought, "I almost strangled me to death."
"What did she tell you?"
Fu Yanye suddenly asked her patiently.
"It's nothing, but she is very distressed because we haven't been able to divorce yet. Do you love her?"
Zhuo Jian suddenly looked at him inquiringly and asked.
Those last four words hit the heart directly.
Fu Yanye's eyes were a little cold, then he lowered his eyes and looked at her heart: "Of course!"
There is a rose on her heart, white.
Zhuo Jian felt a little bitter when she heard that sound, but also found it funny. What on earth was she sad about?
"Then I will confirm our relationship with Brother Su Bai as soon as possible, and then go to my grandparents to ask them to bless us. In this way, can we get divorced?"
Zhuo Jian expressed his thoughts in an orderly manner.
Fu Yanye felt mixed emotions in her heart and smiled helplessly: "You seem to really want a divorce? Am I so unbearable?"
Zhuo Jian looked at him and saw the smile in his eyes. She didn't understand what his question meant. She just thought about it and replied: "I'm not worthy of you!"
Fu Yanye looked at her in silence again, the smile in his eyes suddenly disappeared, and it was terrifyingly deep, "It is true that you are not worthy of me!"
"..."
Zhuo Jian didn't dare to look at him anymore and lowered her eyes.
When Fu Yanye's hand came to her eyes, she subconsciously stepped back.
Fu Yanye's hand fell in the air, and his dark eyes looked straight at her until a thunder flashed outside, and he turned to look outside.
Zhuo Jian also looked outside: "You..."
"Can't leave!"
"..."
Zhuo Jian's heartbeat quickened and she looked at him with dull eyes.
Again, can’t leave again?
Fu Yanye turned to look at her and smiled helplessly: "It rained too hard and the car's chassis was very low."
"..."
Zhuo Jian glanced at him unhappily, and then simply said: "Then you can only sleep on the sofa!"
"I don't like sleeping on the couch!"
"I'll call someone to pick you up!"
Zhuo Jian didn't want to argue with him, let alone be in the same room with him again.
"Who to call? The driver also has a family. If he goes out in such heavy rain so late at night, if something happens, who among us will be responsible?"
"But we are getting divorced!"
"Well, we haven't left yet!"
Here it is again!
He answered lightly and went out.
Zhuo Jian stood inside and rubbed his head vigorously.
What's wrong with him?
While I hate her, I also...
Zhuo Jian thought of the lips he had kissed, and reflexively pursed her lips, not daring to follow her for a long time.
In the middle of the night, he came out of the bathroom wearing a pair of pink slippers. Zhuo Jian was holding a pillow on the sofa and looking at his image. She wanted to laugh but didn't dare, so she had to bury half of her face in the pillow.
Fu Yanye stepped forward and took away her pillow: "Unhygienic!"
"..."
Zhuo Jian immediately took the pillow he had thrown away back into his arms and held it tightly.
Fu Yanye frowned and looked at her: "Don't you want to go to bed anymore?"
Zhuo Jian looked at him with big black eyes: "I can sleep on the sofa too!"
Fu Yanye put his hands on his hips and turned sideways to watch a movie on TV. In the movie, the hero just picked up the heroine from the sofa, and then naturally did something indescribable. His eyes moved, and he suddenly said: "Although I am very
I despise you, but if you want, I can hug you."
"..."
Zhuo Jian felt that he must have misunderstood something, but he suddenly bent over.
Zhuo Jian stepped back subconsciously: "No! I didn't think about it!"
"What are you not thinking about?"
When he came to her, he smelled of her shower gel.
Zhuo Jian's heart skipped a beat, and he suddenly held his breath and did not dare to speak nonsense.
Because his lips were so close to her eyes, it seemed like if she opened her mouth even slightly, they would touch each other.
Fu Yanye's eyes slowly descended from her beautiful long eyelashes. When he saw her lips, he couldn't help but kiss her again.
Zhuo Jian immediately raised his hand to cover his mouth: "No!"
Fu Yanye's lips fell on the back of her thin hand, and he suddenly smiled absentmindedly and asked her softly: "Do you think I want to kiss you?"