When the three women turned around, they saw Fu Yanye standing at the door, with a stern and stern behind them.
Yan Zheng smiled and said hello: "I heard you are having a meal here, come and say hello."
Zhong Mai's mouth twitched. Isn't this set of prepositions too perfunctory?
Fu Yanye looked straight at Zhuo Jian with black eyes, "Who did you just say that you didn't recognize you?"
The sadness in her eyes dissipated, and she suddenly turned her head arrogantly and ignored him.
When Ouyang Ping and Zhong Mai saw her like that, they thought of what she said, Ouyang Ping immediately reminded him with tactfulness: "Of course, it's Mr. Fu, who holds the title of our A Jian husband and does not do what her husband should do."
"So my wife complains that I don't fulfill my husband's accusations?"
Fu Yanye walked to Zhuo Jian's side, gently placed his hand on the back of the chair behind her, and looked down at him while talking.
He clearly lost his memory, but his every move was still noble and his demeanor was still extraordinary.
Zhong Mai and Ouyang Ping couldn't help but sigh when they looked at his image.
This is not a fault for Zhuo Jian’s love for him since he was a child. It’s really because he is too evil.
Yan Zheng had already sat next to Zhong Mai with a chair, and saw that the soup was gone in Zhong Mai's bowl and added a bowl.
Zhong Mai thought he was giving her something, but he lowered his head and started drinking.
Zhong Mai was speechless.
Didn't he dislike her for using it?
But they are both husband and wife, they are all that and that, so what are they still dislike?
If he dares to dislike him, he will try it.
Fu Yanye was still bent down next to Zhuo Jian: "Madam Fu, can your husband sit here?"
“…”
Zhuo Jian frowned and looked at him unhappily.
He definitely did it on purpose.
Looks polite.
Actually, hum.
Zhuo Jian turned his head angrily, "Whatever."
"Why."
Ouyang Ping looked at Zhuo Jian and Fu Yanye and sighed helplessly.
Fu Yanye didn't recover his memory for a day, and the couple probably had some trouble.
But even if Fu Yanye recovers his memory and thinks about the past, can the couple really get better?
At that time, they could barely maintain a relationship with their children.
If it weren't for Fu Yanye's plane accident, Zhuo Jian wouldn't have wanted to get back together with him.
But, but so much has passed.
"Do you have to talk to A Jian like this? Yan Ye?"
After drinking the soup, Yan Zheng finally gave up speaking to his brother.
Fu Yanye raised his eyes and looked at him, then smiled and looked at Zhuo Jian.
Her face turned red and white so much that she was so angry that he picked up her bowl to serve the soup.
Everyone started watching the fun.
Fu Yanye put the soup in front of her, "Drink some soup to warm up, it's not worth getting angry with me."
“…”
Zhuo Jian looked at him again, and she was angry when she heard the word "warm".
But he said it was not worth being angry with him.
Yes, it's not worth it.
Zhuo Jian held the bowl in front of him, and then slowly started drinking the soup.
"Ahem."
But soon, she couldn't drink it and choked.
"Feel sorry."
Soon she got up, wiped her mouth and ran to the bathroom inside.
Everyone: "..."
Zhuo Jian continued to cough inside.
Fu Yanye sighed helplessly, "I did something wrong again, right?"
"yes."
The three people spoke in unison.
Fu Yanye nodded helplessly, stood up, walked over slowly, and knocked on the door.
Everyone no longer had the mentality of watching the excitement, and their faces were full of dissatisfaction.
What's going on with this boss?
Zhuo Jian coughed for a long time, and the color on his face was a little miserable.
Fu Yanye walked in and closed the door gently.
Zhuo Jian looked at him from the mirror and asked, "Mr. Fu is there anything wrong?"
“…”
Fu Yanye wanted to argue with her, but in the end he just walked up with his long legs.
Zhuo Jian watched him get closer and closer, and couldn't help but press under the marble sink.
"Very angry?"
He asked softly.
Zhuo Jian looked at him in the mirror, his dark eyes were deep and he was serious and restrained.
His body was approaching her, even as if somewhere was rubbing against the fabric.
Zhuo Jian gradually lowered his eyes and felt as if his legs were slowly pressed against him.
Keep your delicate hands and hold the edge of the platform harder.
Fu Yanye gently put his hands on her shoulders, "No matter what, husbands should do something to his wife. What do you want me to do?"
“…”
Zhuo Jian's heartbeats violently, his eyes only enough to see the wash basin.
His temperature gradually spread from her legs to her whole body.
She suddenly grabbed the edge of the platform and then quickly wanted to leave.
Fu Yanye held her arms tightly, "My wife fell in love with a gay man who is about her age. Can't I be angry even if I am a husband?"
Zhuo Jian was so angry that he used both hands to spread his hands open.
But she couldn't struggle with him.
Until he willingly turned her body toward himself.
"Zhuo Jian."
"When did I fall in love with a pretty old gay man? Fu Yanye, don't frame me."
She blushed in anger and raised her hand and pushed his chest hard.
"Don't you?"
Fu Yanye grabbed her hand on his chest and asked her coldly.
"No."
Zhuo Jian's anger.
Fu Yanye looked at her calmly for a long time.
Zhuo Jian also realized something, and suddenly became even more angry and wanted to push him, but his wrists were tightly clamped.
"You didn't like him?"
"You bastard, let me go."
Zhuo Jian struggled and roared.
"Don't you like the one named Liu Yuntian?"
Fu Yanye continued to question, but his voice was even lower and slower.
Zhuo Jian was already so angry that he was dizzy and his wrist was twisted so hard that he refused to reply to him, just saying, "Let me go."
"I won't let it go?"
Fu Yanye grabbed her wrist and brought it to him.
The two of them got closer and were breathing in their arms.
Zhuo Jian looked at him and could no longer hold on, tears fell down his face.
He will bully her, no matter when.
She felt very aggrieved for a moment, but she suddenly stopped moving and just tried not to fall into his arms.
"What if I don't let you go?"
He continued to ask, asking, but it seemed to have some purpose.
"Fu Yanye, I hate you."
She spoke these words with a hoarse voice, stubbornly, and difficult.
How could he do this?
He suspected that the child was not his, and he also suspected that she liked other people.
He made her almost unable to breathe.
Fu Yanye held her tighter and closed his hand slightly in his arms.
He wouldn't know that in this situation, he had already taken her into his arms.
He is not sure if it is OK now.
He is not confident.
Although he thought she should love him very much.
But how can there be so many people in the world?
Could it be that he was self-indulgent?
"Have you ever loved me?"
He searched in her eyes and blurted out this sentence.
Have you ever loved me?
That day suddenly appeared in Zhuo Jian's mind.
That day, he asked him to show his ambitions by death.