Yan Zheng didn't wait for the answer he wanted, and after enjoying a cigarette alone, he got into his car silently.
Ye Feng was no longer cold, but for some reason, Fu Yanye's voice just returned home suddenly echoed in his ears.
Suddenly I miss Zhong Mai very much.
——
Shengyuan.
The huge house was already quiet at this time.
He did not go back to the room immediately, but went to the study after seeing the children.
The solemn words echoed in his ears.
If he can't stand up again, can he continue to keep Zhuo Jian by his side?
The fire in his heart became stronger and stronger. He stood at the desk for a long time until he saw her office notebook light up, but he still couldn't let it go.
Perhaps because he was unwilling to accept it, he unconsciously took out the cigarette and put it between his lips and held it. The beautiful lighter whirled, and a cluster of flames ignited gas, and soon the smoke scattered.
He smoked a cigarette and wanted to open the window, but before the window opened, he stopped at the vase next to the bookshelf.
In a large vase, the moonlight shines inside, like some painted paper.
He suddenly reached out to get it curiously, and then spread it out one by one.
It is a sketch of Zhuo Jian.
His eyes were staring at the sketch, and suddenly there was a string in his mind hopped hard.
There were a few pictures inside, not big. He opened them one by one and looked at them, and all of them were Zhuo Jian.
He was sure it was his handwriting, but when did he draw it?
At this moment, he suddenly made a conclusion about something.
That is, he must have loved her very much before.
Otherwise, how to explain the small paintings after painting in this vase?
Fu Yanye opened all the drawing papers and put them back.
He thought Zhuo Jian had probably not opened it and read it.
"Fu Yanye."
Suddenly, the door of the study was pushed open a little from outside, and Zhuo Jian stood at the door and called him lazily.
Fu Yanye turned around and looked.
She was like a lazy little wild cat, lying on the door frame, her enchanting figure was visible at a glance.
Fu Yanye glanced at her and said, "Come to me."
Zhuo Jian walked over lazily and leaned towards him.
Fu Yanye immediately took the cigarette far away and asked her lowered his eyes: "Are you asleep?"
"It sounds like you're back."
She looked at him with a smile, like a spoiled girl.
Fu Yanye raised his hand and touched her short hair, and kissed her on her forehead: "I processed an email and go to bed with you."
"Well, by the way, how is Brother Su Bai?"
Zhuo Jian agreed, but he went out tonight to see Su Bai, and she still remembered it.
"I still want to push Zhang Mingmei away, but the possibility of pushing her away should be zero."
Fu Yanye responded.
"Um?"
Zhuo Jian doesn't quite understand.
"Because Zhang Mingmei is very firm, Zhuo Jian..."
Fu Yanye touched her hair, but his words came to an abrupt end.
"What's wrong?"
Zhuo Jian looked at him and asked in confusion.
"Go back to the room."
He pressed the cigarette butt into the ashtray on the desk.
"OK."
Zhuo Jian nodded and agreed, then hung it lazily on him and went back to the room with him.
I don't know what's going on, she always feels that he's a little strange tonight.
It's true.
After returning to the house, she turned around and closed the door, and suddenly the person was hugged from behind.
"Zhuo Jian."
Fu Yanye hugged her tightly and called her.
"Um?"
Zhuo Jian was inexplicably scared.
"Don't leave me no matter what happens."
He said suddenly.
“…”
Zhuo Jian thought for a while and realized that after he came, he was about to speak when he heard his voice: "Even if I am disabled, I will still force you to stay by my side. Are you afraid?"
"Afraid."
Zhuo Jian murmured.
Fu Yanye felt panicked, turned her body and held her face up, "Do you say it again?"
"Fu Yanye, I'm afraid, I'm afraid you don't want me."
Zhuo Jian looked at him and suddenly shed tears.
Why is he so emotional suddenly?
Fu Yanye asked for a kiss overwhelmingly, then held her face and murmured: "I won't want you even if I die."
Zhuo Jian confronted his forehead and smirked.
She is not afraid of dying with him.
She is just afraid...
Afraid of him...
Don't love her.
Forgot her.
The floor lamp by the window was still quietly on, and Fu Yanye easily picked up Zhuo Jian and added ambiguous colors to this quiet space.
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The next morning.
Zhan’s family affairs have been wiped clean online. Zhan Fei stayed in the hospital for almost half a month. It is said that four ribs were broken, and the things that stood up were wilted again.
But Zhan Fei didn't dare to find Zhang Mingmei anymore, and Zhang Mingmei vomited continuously during breakfast.
When Su Bai got downstairs, he saw her running away and ordered his subordinates: "Go and see what's wrong with her."
"yes."
Soon, the subordinate arrived outside the bathroom door and knocked on the door gently, "Sister Mingmei, are you okay?"
"Oh, it's okay."
Zhang Mingmei rinsed it clean and went out again.
The subordinate saw that there was water in her eyes, but he didn't dare to ask more questions.
There were not many people in Fanxing during the day, and they both opened their own tables to have breakfast, so when Zhang Mingmei went back to see Su Bai, she felt very uncomfortable. She didn't know what was going on, but suddenly felt aggrieved.
But she sat down there wiping her tears, not saying hello to him or sarcastically.
Su Bai held the spoon in his hand, looked straight at her with his eyes, and suddenly said, "Since you don't dislike me for trouble, then we will continue to be husband and wife."
After hearing this, Zhang Mingmei was stunned and then looked up at him, "Are you serious?"
At this moment, she was extremely excited.
He finally figured it out?
"It's serious, but you know that I'm almost the same as a useless person now, so I'll work hard for you in the future."
After Su Bai said that, he lowered his head to eat with a blank expression.
Zhang Mingmei: “…”
She seemed to suddenly understand something. He really wanted to make up with her.
He wanted her to give up.
Zhang Mingmei felt funny in her heart, thinking you are fighting with me?
Su Bai was a little silly and sweet in Zhang Mingmei's heart.
Breakfast was spent happily without realizing it. After dinner, Su Bai suddenly suggested: "You can clean up the things we both use in the future. I don't like others touching the things I have used."
Zhang Mingmei held her chin with her hands without any haste and said bluntly: "It's impossible."
Su Bai: "Is this impossible to do? Then how can you spend the rest of your life with me? You may do more for me in the future."
Zhang Mingmei smiled and stood up slowly, greeting him: "Clean the table and disinfect the bowls that our President Su have used as if they were washing the ones that Mr. Fu has used."
The subordinates standing next to them were stunned.
Su Bai was also stunned, "Zhang Mingmei."
"Needless to say that I'm not feeling well now, even if I'm doing well, when did you wash things when did you see me?"
After Zhang Mingmei said that, she walked behind him, held his wheelchair back, and pushed him in the other direction.
"Where are you taking me?"
Su Bai frowned.
"Go back to the room."
Zhang Mingmei said, then went straight upstairs from the elevator.
Su Bai thought she wanted to be the king to take the blame.
Especially after entering the house, she suddenly turned around and put her hands on the armrest of his wheelchair and approached him.
Su Bai looked at her with a defensive reminder: "Zhang Mingmei, I have no idea about you now."