Fu Yanye looked at her with deep black eyes, waiting for her sincerity.
"Bamboo soup!"
Zhuo Jian turned his head and looked at the soup pot still stewed on the stove.
Fu Yanye followed her gaze and looked at the beautiful stew pot, smiled slightly, and turned around to put the fish down.
Zhuo Jian didn't know what was going on, but he actually had the illusion that he didn't like it.
He liked it before.
Did you even feel taste after losing your memory?
It's not that there is no possibility.
In movies, people who have amnesia usually change their tastes, and some even have dementia...
Zhuo Jian couldn't help but turn to look at him and saw his tall body standing at the dining table. Well, he was not demented.
She breathed a sigh of relief, then cut the vegetables into three pieces and prepared the garlic.
"You go and stand next to me, I'll fry this."
Suddenly the person was pushed to one side with his shoulders held.
She was light, and he could push her away with just one push.
Zhuo Jian was still unhappy that his territory was occupied and couldn't help but glar at him.
Fu Yanye saw her gaze and turned to look at her, "What? I haven't cooked a meal for you in those six years?"
Although he didn't know if he had cooked it in those six years, now he really couldn't stand it. She was so thin and weak, and she looked like she could fall down when the wind blew, and she had to cook for him.
Zhuo Jian wanted to tell him that it was not that he had not cooked, but he had not organized his language yet.
"Didn't you hire an aunt at home?"
Fu Yanye asked her again.
"You asked the old house aunt to come to help cook, but I haven't been at work these few days and I'm fine, so I want to make it myself."
She has cut off all manuscripts to have fun with the children and prepare three meals for them.
Fu Yanye didn't realize that her words were inappropriate, so she helped to fry vegetables first.
Huan Zhuo Jian looked around, and she was not used to it.
They haven't been so calm for a long time.
He went back six years ago.
He was so comfortable with her at that time.
Calm and quiet.
What about now?
How is he thinking of her?
Just now downstairs, what did Fu Yanqing and Zhao Ran say to him? Didn’t invite him to have dinner together? Or was he rejected?
He would reject Zhao Ran, but he would also reject Fu Yanqing?
The princess who was spoiled by him.
Zhuo Jian stood by and looked at him, thinking further and further away, as he had finished cooking the vegetables, and she had not yet come back to her senses.
Fu Yanye looked at her with green vegetables, "Zhuo Jian."
"Um?"
This voice of Zhuo Jian brought her back to reality.
"What do you think?"
Fu Yanye asked.
"without."
Zhuo Jian took his plate, turned around and went to the dining table.
Fu Yanye looked at her figure but frowned helplessly.
Obviously she thought about it, and she thought a lot, but she didn't tell him.
She has been injured more than once.
Thinking of Su Bai asking him not to hurt her anymore, he walked over and pulled away the chair next to her and sat down.
Zhuo Jian saw him sitting next to him, looked at him in a blink of an eye, pointing at the opposite side: "That's your place."
"I'll sit here."
“…”
"It's convenient to see you a few more."
“…”
Why do you look at her a few more times?
Even if he dug a hole in her face, he couldn't remember what happened in the past six years.
He didn't have her in his heart.
When Zhuo Jian thought of those, his heart became colder, so he decided to drink some soup to warm up.
On the second day of the Lunar New Year, the two of them were drinking soup quietly in Shengyuan.
You know, he came back two days ago and said he wanted to marry Lin Ruxiang.
After dinner, Fu Yanye took her hand and left the kitchen: "Don't clean up in the kitchen, find someone to do it later."
He was not as strong as before, and she could easily take his hand away from hers. She held her hand: "Are you okay? I'm not that delicate."
"Aren't you very delicate before? You're not just wearing beautiful skirts all day long, but also tying beautiful hair."
Fu Yanye said that, unconsciously glanced at her back and sighed.
The children were already asleep, Yuan Man and the others had already left quietly, and the two of them were left at home.
Zhuo Jian held his hand and murmured: "Do you remember what I do, are there only those things?"
“Not it.”
Fu Yanye looked at her and said softly.
Zhuo Jian raised his eyes in anticipation.
"But there is no such thing as you."
His eyes were still looking straight at her, unfamiliar and puzzled.
Zhuo Jian lowered his eyes shortly afterwards.
Not like this?
What is that?
Zhuo Jian turned around and wanted to go upstairs, but suddenly he thought that he wouldn't let himself sleep here before. He looked at him in a blink of an eye: "I want to sleep with my son."
"Um?"
Fu Yanye was distracted.
The two of them intersected their eyes, and Zhuo Jian quickly turned away, "Before..."
Before, he asked her to leave after he fell asleep, and at that time she could go to sleep opposite him quietly with Chengcheng.
But now, don't tell him about these things.
Zhuo Jian thought about it, then looked at him and said again: "I slept over there with Chengcheng and the others before."
Fu Yanye: “…”
"Then, before you recover your memory, will we, still, stay the same?"
Zhuo Jian tried to ask him again.
Fu Yanye glanced at her with his narrow phoenix eyes, and was not in a hurry to make a decision.
I just think something is wrong.
She seemed to be afraid of provoking him, but the look in her eyes told him that they were not as simple as she said before.
But Wang Rui said that they did live separately before.
"This house is so big, there should be a guest room for me to sleep with, right?"
Fu Yanye finally spoke and asked her.
Zhuo Jian looked at him without understanding.
"I'm sleeping in the guest room. Can you and that guy sleep in the master bedroom?"
Fu Yanye discussed with her with a good temper.
Zhuo Jian took a breath and suddenly didn't dare to speak casually.
Until now, she cannot help but admit that Fu Yanye, who has lost her memory, has a much better temper than before, and every decision she has made seems to be good to her?
Zhuo Jian nodded: "Okay."
Seeing her holding back her smile, Fu Yanye smiled first, but still couldn't help but observe her expression. He came to her eyes slightly and threatened her softly: "When I recover my memory one day, if I find that you lied to me,
You have to be careful.”
“…”
Zhuo Jian suddenly raised his eyes and looked at him silly.
Fu Yanye, your careful look is still there, and her heart is beating like thunder.
Fu Yanye saw that she understood, so he turned around and went upstairs first.
Zhuo Jian was still scared and couldn't help but raise his hand and slowly touch his heart and press it down.
If he recovers his memory...
At that time...
Zhuo Jian was a little worried, but after thinking about it, she couldn't control the future.
Take one step at a time.
She lowered her head and went upstairs, and only then did she find that he had not gone to the guest room.
He held the handrail in his hand, his eyes calmly, and he looked at her.
Zhuo Jian jumped in a hurry and asked him in confusion: "Is there anything else?"
"Although I don't know how many injuries you have suffered before, but..."
He looked at her and lowered his head as he spoke.
He saw the wedding ring on his hand and hers.
Zhuo Jian also followed his gaze and then intersected him in the air.
“But what?”
"But, I want to say sorry."
“…”
"Sorry for leaving you so many bad memories, sorry for hurting you."