As soon as I stood up, the audience was attracted by the audience.
Zhuo Jian looked at him and finally released it slowly after a long breath.
Why did he forget her but still come to pick her up?
Why was he full of doubt about her but still getting close to her?
After Zhuo Jian said goodbye to everyone, he slowly walked down the steps.
Fu Yanye looked straight at her with dark eyes until she approached, and he smiled: "Isn't it too late?"
Zhuo Jian changed his dignity just now, turned his face and looked in the other direction, and said lightly: "I don't ride in the same car with people with high fever."
“The fever has subsided.”
“…”
His low voice was accompanied by the sound of the wind, passing by.
Zhuo Jian looked at him slowly again. He still didn't look good, but he liked to be clean and looked refreshing.
A gust of wind blew into her neck, and she tightened her coat, "Let's go."
Fu Yanye made way.
But she stood in front of the passenger seat and did not move, looking at him in a blink of an eye.
Fu Yanye looked at her, then immediately understood and went to open the car door for her. He made a gentleman gesture and protected her with one hand to prevent her from hitting her head.
Zhuo Jian got into the car and took the initiative to fasten his seat belt.
Fu Yanye looked at her behind the golden car. She seemed to be in a bad mood tonight?
He didn't even argue with him.
The car set off, and it was silent inside.
However, in the car behind them, Chang Xia couldn't help but ask Yuan Man, "Sister, are we really going on a business trip?"
"It seems that, the route has been applied for."
If nothing unexpected happens, they are going out.
"Then you say, the boss really doesn't care if the wife is here?"
Chang Xia always thought that the boss could not express it clearly, so she made the wife think it was wrong.
"Of course not. If you don't care, will you feel uncomfortable and insist on picking up your wife from get off work?"
Yuan Man thought Zhuo Jian’s words made sense, but Fu Yanye was not ruthless.
It's just that people who have amnesia cannot integrate into the relationship he doesn't remember at once.
"Hey, should we invite the boss to go on a business trip together?"
Chang Xia muttered himself.
"This is not our final say. Madam can't be angry now, so it's better to meddle in other people's business, huh?"
"oh!"
Chang Xia was obedient, and Yuan Man felt relieved when he saw that she was sensible.
In the car in front, the man had already put on a mask. Because it was black, he seemed to be a little cooler.
Zhuo Jian looked at him and asked, "Didn't it meant that the fever has subsided?"
"I feel a little uncomfortable with my throat, don't infect you."
“…”
Zhuo Jian didn't respond, but couldn't help but look at him a few more times.
"Do you want to listen to music?"
"Can."
Fu Yanye played music, it was Jacky Cheung who do you love me like?
As soon as Jacky Cheung's voice came out, it immediately attracted the ears of both people. Both the tone and lyrics were excellent, and it seemed...
Fu Yanye drove the car seriously. Zhuo Jian felt a little depressed as he listened to the song, so he leaned over and changed it.
Fu Yanye looked at her in a blink of an eye. When she changed songs, she was about to stare at the screen.
"You have a very good myopia?"
“…”
Zhuo Jian turned his head to look at him, and he didn't say anything for a long time.
He asked her before why she was myopic.
She chose not to answer the questions she had answered, and after a while she said, "I can see you clearly."
Fu Yanye smiled after hearing this.
It would be great to be able to see him clearly.
When the car drove towards Shengyuan, Zhuo Jian remembered something and said, "I'm going to the old house tonight. Chengcheng still has a cold, I want to go and have a look."
"Um."
Fu Yanye nodded and turned around at the next intersection.
Zhuo Jian looked at him, "You want to go too?"
"My son is sick, shouldn't he be with him as a father?"
Fu Yanye asked her back.
Zhuo Jian didn't say anything, what he said made sense.
And Chengcheng seems to like being with him very much.
"Don't sleep on the sofa with my son again in the future."
Zhuo Jian reminds.
"You have applied for a route, how many days have you gone?"
"It's going to take three to five days."
Zhuo Jian said, then looked down at his lower abdomen.
In fact, it's less than five months, so it's logical that I won't move much.
But she just felt that the little one in her belly moved.
Her hands couldn't help but touched in that direction, comforting her.
The car soon arrived at the old house, but it did not unlock it.
Fu Yanye held the steering wheel in his hand and turned to look at her, "I can see my birthday."
"Um?"
"What does birthday mean? I don't remember anything."
Fu Yanye said.
Zhuo Jian's heart trembled.
I couldn't help wondering if he would be as he was singing in the song just now as he was actually very upset, but she didn't know how to see it.
"Didn't you say you have low blood sugar? You are already weak, so it's really unnecessary to keep you away for such a small matter for so long."
Fu Yanye continued.
Zhuo Jian was still silent until he saw his fingers holding the steering wheel.
The ring is still worn around her neck.
"Stop going, okay?"
Fu Yanye discussed with her again.
"There is indeed an interview, but it was not me who originally ordered, but now it has been changed to me. It wouldn't be appropriate for me to say I won't go."
Zhuo Jian explained patiently.
"suitable."
"suitable?"
"You are uncomfortable, your husband is afraid that something will happen to you, so he will not allow you to leave the city."
“…”
"May I?"
Fu Yanye looked at her and asked again.
The cramped space suddenly became silent. After a long time, Zhuo Jian smiled and said, "No."
She leaned over and opened the car door herself.
Fu Yanye lowered his eyes, and her body brushed against his chest. Although it was through clothes, he felt his heartbeat as if he had forgotten to beat at this moment, and the fragrance on her body made him forced him to restrain it.
But that day, it was not done.
It was rainstorm in the morning.
She packed everything and placed her suitcase at the door.
But people stood in front of the glass curtain and looked at the rain outside, and could not do anything.
Flight cancelled.
Wang Yue called her phone, but her ringtone was not strong, but she still heard it.
"Hey, mom."
"Didn't you leave?"
Wang Yue was already in the kitchen and ordered the preparation of food.
"Um."
"That happens to be right. Go next door to see your husband for me. He seems to have a fever again."
"Another fever?"
"No, I said I had a headache when I came to my house last night. I felt a little hot when I touched it, so I couldn't keep it. I couldn't call it now. You can go over and take a look."
Wang Yue said.
"Okay, I'll go there right away."
After hearing this, Zhuo Jian did not dare to delay and immediately hung up and walked towards the door.
The house next door was still quiet and even a little cold.
This autumn has seen several heavy rains, and thunder and lightning are constantly stopping, making it very cold.
She walked in and soon saw him on the sofa in the living room.
He was covered with a thin blanket, his arms pressed against his forehead, as if he was still sleeping.
Zhuo Jian walked up to him, sat down next to him, and reached out to touch his face.
Fu Yanye sighed, "Don't worry about me, I'm fine."
"Fu Yanye, you burned so hard."
Zhuo Jian felt his body temperature was abnormal just when he touched his face.
It should be a high fever.
When Fu Yanye heard her voice, he slowly lowered his arms and opened his eyes. Finally, there was a little warmth in his tired eyes.
"Why are you here?"
He sat up, the blanket fell on his legs, and his speech was hoarse.
"Mom asked me to come."
She was always not very enthusiastic about speaking, but her hands touched his forehead.
Very hot, just very hot.
Zhuo Jian's face turned pale in fright, "I'll go to find a thermometer. I can't go to the hospital. If you have antipyretics at home, take it first."
"Zhuo Jian."
Her hand that she was leaving continued to be raised on his forehead.