The interview was not ready, but when I went home after get off work in the evening, Zhuo Jian met her in the community.
Under the dim tree, Lin Ruxiang's car suddenly stopped.
Zhuo Jian's car slowly stopped on her side.
"Hey, Ah Jian, I really didn't expect you to have such a big temper. I just thought your son was cute, so I asked you to greet me. Did you almost kill me?"
Ruxiang opened the car window and turned her head to look at the woman who also opened the car window and complained.
Zhuo Jian looked ahead, muttering as Ru Xiang said, "Almost?"
"What?"
Ruxiang didn't hear it clearly, and just felt that her eyes suddenly looked over very sharp.
Then she watched Zhuo Jian reversing without hesitation.
Ruxiang was driving a sports car today. Looking at Zhuo Jian’s high-end car driving, a picture suddenly appeared in her mind, and her face changed drastically. She quickly started the car and left a voice: "Zhuo Jian, do you think I was hit and killed?
Is it okay to do it?"
It was already dark.
Zhuo Jian finally parked the car horizontally on the side of the road, and in a blink of an eye, he watched the car leave.
Has it been a matter of hitting her to death?
No, it's not that simple.
Fu Yanye's car was behind Zhuo Jian. After watching the whole process, his face became even heavier.
He still remembers that when he was a child, Zhuo Jian was always obedient in front of him and Lin Ruxiang. She always said yes when she saw Lin Ruxiang, now she wanted to hit Lin Ruxiang to death?
This is obviously inappropriate.
After Fu Yanye parked the car, he immediately chased in with his long legs.
Zhuo Jian just pressed the shutdown when he entered the elevator, and his shiny black leather shoes immediately blocked the middle.
Zhuo Jian looked at the familiar pair of leather shoes, then went up along his black trousers, and soon saw his gloomy face.
She didn't know what was going on in her heart, but she skipped a beat.
Fu Yanye walked in with a calm face and stood on her side.
The elevator door slowly closed, and Fu Yanye sighed and looked at her in a blink of an eye.
Zhuo Jian was still angry and ignored him.
Fu Yanye didn't say anything, but as soon as the elevator opened, Zhuo Jian walked out, and he immediately stepped up to follow.
Before the door was opened by Zhuo Jian, Fu Yanye held her wrist and took her to the other side without saying a word.
It was cold and dark inside. Fu Yanye pressed her to the base of the wall, and then it was the wall.
But there was no ambiguity or romance at this time.
But, dangerous.
"Are you crazy?"
Fu Yanye looked directly at her with dark eyes, his anger was obvious.
Zhuo Jian looked up at him, but when faced with the questioning, she was not timid, but asked, "You are crazy, are you? Why are you pulling me here?"
Why did you pull her here?
Want her to live here alone again?
"Zhuo Jian, some things cannot be done impulsively."
Fu Yanye sighed helplessly and told her.
Zhuo Jian's eyes were filled with inspiration, and he suddenly understood the reason why he pulled her here, "You saw it."
Her voice was not heavy, but she was sure.
"yes."
Fu Yanye does not deny it.
When Zhuo Jian looked at him again, his eyes were stubborn and stubborn, "So he pulled me here to ask for a crime?"
It's for that woman.
He is really good.
Zhuo Jian was about to struggle away immediately, but he was tightly pinching the person.
"Zhuo Jian, this is not a provocation."
Fu Yanye's firm voice was silent.
"Isn't it because I'm asking for anything? Isn't it because I'm afraid I'll hit her to death?"
"I said I don't care about her life and death, but Zhuo Jian, I care about you."
“…”
"I care about your life and death."
Fu Yanye looked at her, and he clearly said and said.
The anger in Zhuo Jian's eyes was gradually extinguished, but it hurt a lot for a long time.
"Caring about my life and death? Fu Yanye, you know who you care about in your heart."
Zhuo Jian poked his chest with one finger, telling him clearly word by word.
Fu Yanye looked down at her slender finger poking him, and couldn't help but look at her again.
"Jealous?"
Fu Yanye frowned and questioned.
Jealous?
Zhuo Jian's face suddenly turned red, "What are you talking about?"
Who is jealous?
But who was so sad that he became angry because of the word "two"?
Zhuo Jian suddenly turned his head and looked elsewhere in annoyance.
Fu Yanye looked at her like that, and was so angry that he suddenly became soft, and he pressed his forehead helplessly: "Baby, don't think too much, I have no one else in my heart except you."
Zhuo Jian's eyelashes were lifted up and then hung down again.
I don’t know whose heart is so hot, it seems to be scalded.
"But crashes are not a game, they are a very dangerous thing."
Fu Yanye was patient, and his low voice was filled with pampering and helplessness.
"I swear you are the only one here, don't think about it anymore, don't mess around anymore, okay?"
Fu Yanye held her hand to his heart, spread it open and placed it on it, requesting.
Zhuo Jian saw the place he touched in a blink of an eye, and his heart became unconsciously sinking.
In fact, she originally wanted to scare that woman, but who made that woman keep provoking her?
And why is he so sure that she is for him?
Her hand was pulled from his heart and retorted angrily: "Why do you think I am thinking a lot? Do you think I hit her because of you?"
"Isn't it?"
"Of course not."
Zhuo Jian said angrily.
"Who is that for? For the son?"
Fu Yanye continued to ask her calmly.
"It's for the son."
My eyes suddenly became very hot, and even his face couldn't be seen clearly. Tears suddenly burst out from my eyes and were very fast.
Fu Yanye looked at the tears on her face, raised his hand and wiped her gently, and whispered: "I know you are wronged, I know you are angry, but Zhuo Jian, really don't play games that may die anymore.
,Um?"
"You're just worried about her."
My heart suddenly felt like someone had been hollowed out.
She was not sure of anything, to his heart.
She slowly stretched out her hand against the wall, lowered her head, and let tears fall on the ground one by one.
She felt that she was about to collapse. She hated his attitude to talk to her, which made her unable to judge.
"Why should I worry about her?"
Fu Yanye saw her lowered her head and cried, and could only whisper to ask.
"Because she saved you, because you are childhood sweethearts."
Zhuo Jian's voice was vague. As he spoke, he suddenly burst into tears. He immediately raised his hand and covered his mouth with force.
"So what if I have childhood sweethearts? So what if I have saved my life? It is you who marry me, and it is you who makes me heartbroken."
Fu Yanye softly answered the doubts.
When Zhuo Jian heard the words "heartache", he suddenly raised his hand and looked at him.
In the dark space, the two of them looked at each other silently, and suddenly no one could speak, only her tears wet her palms.
"Do you know how worried I am when I see you so impulsively hitting you? That heart is about to follow your car. If something happens to you, I dare not think about it."
Fu Yanye finally wiped her tears and said softly, holding her face.
"Are you really worried about me?"
Zhuo Jian raised his eyes, resentment, grievance, uncertainty, and desire.
Yes, she is not sure.
In the face of this relationship, she still has no confidence.
But she just longs for it.
Fu Yanye's eyes were gentle and doting, and he whispered: "I flirted with me when I was a child, but when I grew up, I was so good at turmoil. My heart was full of you and you could not bear it.