The other end was quickly picked up, very polite, "Hey, Teacher Zhuo."
"I am Teacher Zhuo's husband, Fu Yanye."
Fu Yanye reported to his home.
The other end was quiet for a while, and then suddenly became humble: "Hello, Mr. Fu."
"Name."
Fu Yanye did not pretend to be polite to him and asked questions directly.
"Mr. Fu, we have something to say."
The other party felt the pressure
"My wife should know who you are?"
“…”
"That's it."
Fu Yanye suddenly thought of himself, so he called this extra and asked Zhuo Jian directly, after all, this is someone from Zhuo Jian's circle of friends.
He looked at Zhuo Jian again in a blink of an eye. Zhuo Jian had already gone to find his pajamas and took them to the bathroom.
She didn't seem to take it seriously?
Why would she not take it seriously?
Is it pretending?
Or is she really not feeling it?
Fu Yanye stood there and watched, suddenly unable to exert his strength. After she entered the bathroom, he looked down at her cell phone.
She rarely chats in her circle of friends, and the person who posted his photos even asked Teacher Zhuo Hello, but Zhuo Jian didn't reply.
The chatterer in front is Ouyang Ping and Li Yuqing, and then Zhang Mingmei and Zhong Mai, and Jian Qian below is.
Fu Yanye felt that he had a headache and even felt a little dizzy.
When he sat on the sofa and supported his forehead with his hands on his forehead, a voice suddenly flashed in his ears, "Let's go get divorced."
My mind was in a state of confusion.
"Fu Yanye, we will never see each other again."
It's her voice.
Why is she so wronged and so humble?
That's not like her.
He had seen her soft and charming appearance, but when did she be humble?
Who is that person?
Zhuo Jian came out of the bathroom, wearing a loose nightgown, looked at the person sitting on the sofa and pressing his forehead tightened, and immediately went forward, "Fu Yanye, what's wrong with you?"
Fu Yanye suddenly put down his hand and looked up at her.
She is not the same as the silhouette in her mind.
But……
Who is that if it’s not her?
"You have a headache again?"
Zhuo Jian asked nervously when he looked at his bad face.
"Don't worry."
He was dull and said four words.
Zhuo Jian looked at him and couldn't recover for a long time.
His condition is wrong.
"Go to the hospital."
Zhuo Jian feels that sometimes he can't be busy with anger.
For example now.
They have to go to the hospital.
However, just as she was about to change her clothes, her wrist was suddenly held.
His palm was hot, and it soon burned into her heart.
Zhuo Jian turned around and saw Fu Yanye's deep black eyes looking straight at her. Some things that had been missing for a long time had already made her feel unfamiliar. Is it a concern?
Or missing?
She dared not make a conclusion.
Or it was just her whimsical thoughts.
However, my eyes were inexplicably warming up when I was thinking about it.
"Don't leave."
His low voice was showing weakness.
Zhuo Jian was really a little confused and just looked at him stupidly.
I don't know what it is. He has been pulled on his lap and hugged him. He looks at her and looks for something in her eyes.
Zhuo Jian also looked at him, and it took him a long time to restrain the torment of loss in his heart that he had come from without knowing where he had been, and asked him, "Did you remember anything?"
"no."
Fu Yanye rejected it, but still hugged her and buried her face in the collarbone inside her shoulders.
Zhuo Jian looked down at him. At this moment, she didn't dare to move around, and even wanted to comfort him.
But what did she comfort?
If he hadn't remembered, she...
The hand that raised it to touch his hair slowly fell back and tightened silently.