"We don't want to stay in a hotel. If you are bored, you can go to Fanxing to chat with Brother Su Bai. I'm going to go back to accompany my sons."
Zhuo Jian said to him gently with a gentle smile.
She was very happy today.
Of course, this is all due to his attitude.
"I've lost my memory."
"Hmm? I know."
Zhuo Jian looked at him blankly.
"My temperament may be different now than before."
Fu Yanye continued to remind her.
“…”
Zhuo Jian listened patiently, but was still a little confused.
“I may no longer like chatting with friends.”
"What do you like?"
Zhuo Jian asked curiously.
Fu Yanye looked at her, but didn't say anything for a long time, just smiled at her.
Zhuo Jian felt hot in his heart, and his conditioned reflex lowered eyes.
It has nothing to do with her, sure.
At the entrance of the wonton shop that night, the eight bodyguards were simply a cool scenery.
Zhuo Jian turned his head and looked out, "It's time for us to leave?"
"Um?"
"Are they all treated as statues?"
Zhuo Jian said to the expressionless bodyguards outside.
Fu Yanye looked out, then smiled, and said, "Just wait until you want to leave before you leave."
Zhuo Jian couldn't help but go to see him again.
He looked patient.
But they should go.
When she left, Fu Yanye automatically picked up her bag again, but still made a gesture of asking for her.
The distance was neither close nor far, just enough to make her smell the familiar cold fragrance on his body.
Zhuo Jian is a little unaccustomed to it, but he is also a little enjoyable.
He carried his hands behind her back, took her bag and followed her slowly, restraining and observing her manners, and was very gentlemanly.
Zhuo Jian once suspected that he had changed his personality again.
I almost felt like I had changed my husband.
Suddenly I thought of a movie, and that girl would forget what happened the day before every day.
She suddenly felt that her thoughts were too dangerous, so he would remember them quickly so that they could live a normal life.
On the way back, it started to drizzle.
Zhuo Jian held his bag and leaned over to look out at the rainy night.
City a is a rainy city.
"Go back to Shengyuan."
In the quiet carriage, there was a deep male voice suddenly.
Zhuo Jian's eyes drooped slightly, without refuting.
The rain is getting heavier and heavier.
She called Wang Yue in the car, "Mom, we won't go back tonight."
"Ah? I won't come back. It's okay. You couple are having fun outside. The children have me."
Wang Yue's voice was filled with joy.
"Okay, then, bye."
Zhuo Jian quickly hung up the phone and looked upstairs unconsciously.
Well, they are back.
The two of them parked the car, and Fu Yanye held an umbrella to her, "Get out."
Zhuo Jian held the bag and looked up at him, with stars in his eyes.
She lowered her head and went out, and most of the umbrella was on her side.
"Don't pour it."
She held the parasol.
It's the same as being angry with him, but his physical condition is the same as that.
He'd better not get sick.
Fu Yanye looked at her for a long time and asked, "Is this considered concern?"
Zhuo Jian felt a little excited.
Fu Yanye didn't ask any more questions, closed the car door and took her in.
Zhuo Jian thinks that she may be someone who is more likely to be moved by, otherwise how could she be moved by this person again?
When he got inside, Fu Yanye put away his umbrella and looked at the rain curtain outside for no reason and smiled.
Zhuo Jian couldn't help but look at him stupidly again.
Why!
Why is she always a fool?
"why are you laughing?"
Zhuo Jian asked him curiously, trying to prevent himself from always being so moved.
Fu Yanye looked down at her, "I just thought it was very good here."
His eyes were not sure whether it was gentle or affectionate.
Zhuo Jian knew that he didn't remember her, and he wouldn't be as moved as she was.
From the time she found him until now, she still feels unreal.
"Of course it's very good, this is home."
She lowered her head and turned her head to walk in first.
Fu Yanye looked at her slender figure and walked away, and walked away with her long legs.
In the elevator, the two of them took one side, and Fu Yanye turned his head to look at her.
She seems to be in a good mood tonight.
Not as cold and alienated as before.
even……
Although it is still very delicate, it exudes a unique tenderness in its delicate charm.
Yes, her bright eyes can speak, and she will...
Fu Yanye held his breath and looked at her quietly.
Zhuo Jian felt that he looked at him again, and asked him unhappily: "Why are you looking at me all the time?"
Fu Yanye didn't say anything and turned his head to look at the other side.
His eyes were raised and his thin lips moved slightly.
He thought that he must have loved her very much in the past.
Otherwise, how could he stand such a despicable woman?
But how did she make him fall in love with this?
Fu Yanye couldn't help but go to see her again.
Then, after a few seconds, Zhuo Jian's ruthless glare came again.
Her eyes were cute, too.
Her eyes were big and bright, and she could run into people's hearts without realizing it, disturbing them...
He was no longer as strange as when he came back that day, so naturally he seemed to be back to his previous life.
After entering, the two walked in. Fu Yanye followed her and suddenly said, "Do I still like to sleep on the sofa tonight?"
Zhuo Jian's heart trembled, stopped but did not look back.
"yes."
Not long after, he heard the answer that he was not satisfied and had long expected.
OK, he continued to like to sleep on the sofa.
But after he came out of the shower, she said, "Actually, you like to sleep in the guest room."
"So, did I get three sons in the guest room?"
“…”
"I understand, I'll go."
Fu Yanye did not argue with her, and turned around and left.
Zhuo Jian stood in the bedroom, his breath was a little weak.
Was his look provoking? Or is he disdainful?
Disdain to argue with her.
“By the way, which room I like?”
“…”
Zhuo Jian felt that his heart was about to jump out.
He is easy to talk and well-behaved, and he looks like a 24-filial husband.
And she is a good husband who is very good at teasing his wife.
"Just, right next door."
After Zhuo Jian finished speaking, he walked towards the bathroom without raising his head.
Damn, if she answers such a stupid question again, she will write her name upside down.
Fu Yanye went to the next door and saw that the cabinet inside was empty. He thought, he shouldn't like sleeping in the guest room very much, right?
However, the lady said she liked it, she liked it.
He lay down on the bed in the guest room, a little hard.
But it's better than a sofa.
I slept on the sofa before until he slept until he suspected that he would have lumbar muscle strain.
Zhuo Jian came out after taking a shower, and Ouyang Ping called, "How are you doing with your husband?"
“In Shengyuan.”
"Shengyuan? It's just you two?"
Ouyang Ping's voice suddenly showed ambiguity.
“He slept in the guest room.”
Zhuo Jian heard it and explained immediately.
"Ah? You actually let him sleep in the guest room?"
Ouyang Ping doesn't understand.
"yes."
"What's wrong with you, you're in this cold weather, shouldn't you ask him to warm your bed?"
Ouyang Ping asked her again.
Zhuo Jian sighed, sat down beside the bed, looked at the ring in his hand and said softly: "He has been with other women outside for so long. Will he let him go to my bed as soon as he comes back? I don't want it."