Fu Yanye slowly lay on the steering wheel, opened the car window, and let the wind outside pour in.
"What's wrong?"
Zhuo Jian listened to his voice something was wrong.
"fine."
He hung up the phone.
Zhuo Jian took his phone away and saw that he had hung up. He subconsciously wanted to dial in again, but then he thought about it and went to the garage to pick up the car.
There were not many people at the TV station late at night, and Fu Yanye's car was parked in a place he always liked to park.
Zhuo Jian got out of the car and walked over, seeing clearly the person lying on the steering wheel, "Fu Yanye."
Fu Yanye did not move and continued to lie there.
Zhuo Jian was nervous and reached out to touch his neck, "Fu Yanye."
The cold touch made him take a breath, then turned his head and looked at her side: "You are here."
Zhuo Jian felt a fever in his heart and whispered: "You have a little fever."
"I'm fine."
He looked at her, pitiful.
Zhuo Jian felt uncomfortable and had known that he would have left before he could have come.
"Can you still drive?"
She took her hand away, put it in her pocket, and asked him softly.
Fu Yanye lowered his head and coughed twice before nodding: "Yes."
Zhuo Jian heard his voice hoarse and thought for a while, "You are waiting for me here, I will drive the car to the parking lot before coming to find you."
Fu Yanye saw her turn around and the car she drove.
Zhuo Jian parked his car in the parking lot, and looked up and saw the car parked not far from him in the rearview mirror.
No matter what, wait for him to talk about it.
She pushed open the car door and walked firmly.
Fu Yanye also came out of the car, and he didn't know where he threw his coat. He stood pitifully in the wind in a white shirt. He looked at her and raised his hand between his lips and nose at a glance. When he coughed, he turned to look elsewhere.
Zhuo Jian's heart was twisted into a mess, but he still pulled his clothes and hugged him and walked over.
Why is the wind in March still so cold?
"You take the co-pilot and I'll drive."
Zhuo Jian said.
Fu Yanye looked at her with a pitiful look, and a low voice: "That's thank you for your hard work."
Zhuo Jian looked at him unexpectedly, so he was so polite.
But she didn't say much, just got to the place where he sat before.
Fu Yanye walked around her side, opened the car door and sat in.
Zhuo Jian started the car, and Fu Yanye sat beside him and looked at her against the window.
She drove seriously and stopped when she passed the traffic light.
The carriage was as quiet as she turned on the radio.
An old love song is playing inside. In fact, after you break up, your heart is already calm this day...
A little familiar, but I can't remember it's that song.
"Return to Shengyuan?"
Before the next intersection, he suddenly asked.
Zhuo Jian looked at him in a blink of an eye, then drove the car to the turn and parked it.
Fu Yanye still looked at her and saw that she didn't say anything, so he didn't say anything.
The car quickly entered the street of Shengyuan. She thought about it and asked him: "Let Brother Rui take care of you?"
"And you?"
Fu Yanye asked faintly.
"I have to go back and take care of my daughter."
Zhuo Jian said.
"Then why not take me back to the old house?"
"Aren't you going to come to Shengyuan by yourself?"
Recently, she often heard him say about Shengyuan.
Fu Yanye suddenly frowned unhappily, then turned his head angrily and looked out the window: "I don't want any brother Rui to take care of him."
Zhuo Jian looked at him again, feeling that he was in a bad mood, and didn't say much, parked the car in the parking lot, got out of the car and walked around him, and helped him open the door: "Get out."
Fu Yanye got off the car without even raising his eyelids.
Zhuo Jian closed the car door and looked at him again: "Master, let's go?"
Fu Yanye stared at her, "You go ahead."
“…”
Zhuo Jian doesn't like walking in front.
But he turned around and left first.
She no longer wants to argue about anything in front and behind.
When he returned to Shengyuan, he went to take a shower. Zhuo Jian found a thermometer and antipyretic medicine.
She thought he was probably a little fever, so he poured water and brought everything upstairs directly.
After taking a shower, Fu Yanye walked out with a bath towel around his waist.
Her hair is still wet.
Zhuo Jian took a look and then consciously took her away.
Fu Yanye looked at her and walked over and asked her: "I said I didn't have a fever, don't you believe it?"
Zhuo Jian sighed helplessly, bent down and picked up the thermometer: "You'll know if you try it."
Fu Yanye obediently took his body temperature.
Thirty-six degrees and seven.
After reading the thermometer, Zhuo Jian shut up awkwardly, his facial features moved, and he still looked serious: "But it was really a little hot just now."
Fu Yanye looked at her and said, "It's true, I don't feel very comfortable either."
“…”
Zhuo Jian looked up at him.
Fu Yanye sat down beside the bed: "Will you help me blow my hair?"
"good."
Seeing his pitiful appearance, Zhuo Jian went to the bathroom. When he came back soon, he had a hair dryer in his hand.
His hair is short and easy to dry.
"Do you want to wash it too?"
When Zhuo Jian closed the line, Fu Yanye asked her.
Some ambiguous feeling arises in the huge room for no reason.
But they are all old husbands and wives, so why are they still having an ambiguous relationship?
Zhuo Jian looked at him with his eyes down, calmed down and replied: "No, if I don't go back tonight, Chengtian will be hungry."
"Don't there be milk powder?"
"Then I will hurt."
"You have me."
“…”
Zhuo Jian felt that her face was burning so hot that it was about to burn.
She couldn't help but look down at him.
But his eyes were straight and calm, without a trace of shame.
Zhuo Jian opened his eyes awkwardly, "I don't know what you are talking about, you have a good rest, I'll leave."
Zhuo Jian suddenly felt strange. He was not sick again, so why did she look like she was taking care of the patient?
"Zhuo Jian."
He suddenly called her.
Zhuo Jian turned his head: "Hmm?"
“I’m going to school.”
Fu Yanye sat on the edge of the bed, holding his hands on the edge, and staring at her with black eyes and saying.
Zhuo Jian looked at him quietly and nodded soon after: "Well, have you remembered anything?"
"or."
Fu Yanye thought about it and went back.
"or?"
Zhuo Jian is puzzled.
"Um."
Fu Yanye said, patting the location next to him.
Zhuo Jian glanced at him, walked over and sat down, but couldn't help but look at him.
The huge room suddenly became silent. Fu Yanye lowered his eyes and didn't know what he was thinking until his index finger picked up her finger.
Zhuo Jian lowered his eyes and looked at his fingers wrapping her around, immediately pulled her away, and then clenched his hand, "Or what?"
"You said you used to attend activities at our school, and I seemed to see a girl falling down on our playground."
“…”
Zhuo Jian's eyes were shining brightly, and he looked at him even more foolishly, "What?"
"A boy scolded her."
“…”
"is that so?"
Fu Yanye looked at her.
Zhuo Jian tightened his hand, thought for a while, and smiled unconsciously: "It's either a boy, or you, who scolded me so hard."
"Then why are you still following me?"
"That's because..."
Zhuo Jian's eyes heated up and his lips moved, but he couldn't speak for a while.
He was always very fierce at that time, but after he was raped, he would take care of her. She was injured and helped her clean the wound. When she was bullied, she would teach the person who bullied her a lesson. When she was dirty, she would wash her clean and eat her.
He would wipe the apples clean.
If he was really a cold person, if he was really bad to her, how could she be moved by him for so many years?