Chapter 138 On Christmas Eve, Fu Yanye Appeared Suddenly
[]
"The birthday banquet has been prepared..."
“The night is beautiful here!”
Zhuo Jian was about to report to him the layout of the banquet hall, but Fu Yanye suddenly interrupted.
"Um!"
Zhuo Jian was startled for a moment, then hesitantly agreed.
"Shall I take you to see me next time?"
Fu Yanye said again.
Zhuo Jian suddenly fell silent, fearing that he would say something he shouldn't have said again.
"You are still afraid of me even though we are so far apart?"
Fu Yanye couldn't stand the long silence on her side and asked her.
"No, I was thinking about the flowers for the banquet hall."
Zhuo Jian wanted to change the topic.
"Then think carefully. I may not be able to go back until the day of my grandpa's birthday. If you need me to make up your mind on anything, just call me."
Fu Yanye spoke eloquently.
"Okay! Let's do this first!"
"Zhuo Jian!"
When Zhuo Jian wanted to hang up the phone, he called her again.
Zhuo Jian had to put the phone back to her ear, only to listen to the deep and intoxicating voice on the other side: "A little bit, I miss you!"
Zhuo Jian was unable to reply to him, but quickly hung up the phone.
I don’t know why it feels like it’s raining, or it’s raining heavily.
I don't even know why, but my eye sockets feel inexplicably hot, and my eyes suddenly become blurry.
He misses her a little?
What he should be thinking about is Lin Ruxiang.
——
After the phone call that night, Fu Yanye didn't contact Zhuo Jian again until Christmas Eve.
WeChat, a simple blessing.
Zhuo Jian looked at it and saw that it was a voice message. He hesitated whether to open it or convert it into text. After deciding, he accidentally shook his hand and started playing it.
His magnetic voice was low and deep, as if he was whispering to her: "Be well on Christmas Eve!"
Zhuo Jian's heart trembled, his thumb was one centimeter away from the screen, and he didn't move for a long time.
She even considered sending him a blessing in order to show that she was not nervous.
But in the end, she silently put her phone on the table.
Soon her quiet little home became lively. Li Yuqing and Ouyang Ping came to her door with red wine and roast duck.
At this time, the three of them happily went into the house to celebrate the festival. They never expected that Fu Yanye would arrive later.
Otherwise, she wouldn't let herself drink until her face turns red and her eyes dazzle.
Ouyang Ping had finished the two bottles of good wine she had brought, and there was still some unfinished wine. She said to Zhuo Jian, "What should I do if I still want to drink?"
"Also! Fu Yanye brought it, wait!"
Zhuo Jian raised his hand gently, then supported the table with one hand to stand up and went to get the wine.
Li Yuqing saw that she was unsteady when walking, and felt that it was rare for her to let go, so he didn't stop her and got up to help.
Zhuo Jian opened the cupboard to get the wine, but when he stepped on it, the wine didn't hit him.
A long hand passed in front of her eyes. She looked at it dumbfounded and muttered subconsciously: "Fu Yanye, don't help!"
The people behind him froze for a moment.
Even Ouyang Ping couldn't help but turn around and take a look. She really thought that Fu Yanye would appear out of nowhere, and after seeing clearly, she unconsciously felt sorry for someone.
Li Yuqing took out the wine from the cabinet above. Zhuo Jian followed where his hand left and turned to look. It wasn't until she saw his handsome face that she suddenly realized: "Senior brother!"
"You drank too much!"
Li Yuqing looked at her slightly drunk face and her eyes that were already a little unclear, and couldn't bear the reminder.
"Hehe! I can still drink!"
Zhuo Jian said.
Li Yuqing chuckled, then held her hand: "Okay, I'll help you go over and sit down."
"No need to hold me up! I'm stable now!"
Zhuo Jian said this, but as she walked forward, a gust of wind seemed to blow over her feet, and she was about to fall to the ground.
Li Yuqing immediately reached out and grabbed her arm. Zhuo Jian seemed to be twisted in his hand, half of her body pressed against his strong arm.
She looked down at the hand she was pressing, and suddenly burst into tears at that moment: "It's so amazing! Your arms!"
Li Yuqing looked at her in confusion, and then glanced at Ouyang Ping, who was still awake: "It's better not to drink!"
"What are you afraid of in her home?"
Ouyang Ping said, but she had other plans in mind.
Zhuo Jian muttered: "His arm has no intuition. It's a whole piece."
"I heard that there are some folk remedies that can treat it."
Li Yuqing said soberly.
Zhuo Jian looked up at him after hearing this: "Really?"
"Really! Come and sit down, let's talk slowly."
Ouyang Ping called her.
Just as Li Yuqing was about to help Zhuo Jian sit down, there was a ding at the door of Zhuo Jian's house and someone pushed him open from the outside.
Not many people knew the password to Zhuo Jian's house, and as soon as that person came in, he had a strong aura. Even if the light at the door was not turned on, the three of them knew who it was.
Fu Yanye had flowers under his arm and a gift. When he walked in, he looked up and saw that scene.
Zhuo Jian drunkenly pressed Li Yuqing, and Li Yuqing grabbed Zhuo Jian's arm.
Ouyang Ping sat at the dining table.
"It seems to be Fu Yanye!"
Zhuo Jian blinked and muttered.
Li Yuqing looked down at her and suddenly felt that he shouldn't have come tonight and might have caused trouble for her again.
"Mr. Fu!"
Ouyang Ping waved and said hello.
Fu Yanye wore a black coat and walked in slowly with long legs. His dark eyes looked straight at the alcoholic woman.
I didn't send him a message all day long. It turned out that I was treating him at home.
Still with that person.
Looking at the ambiguous posture of the two people, Fu Yanye put down the gift and then bent over and gently put the flower aside.
Ouyang Ping helped a little, then looked at the bouquet of red roses and couldn't help but sigh: "Wow, Mr. Fu is so romantic!"
snort!
What's the use of romance?
This flower came back with him on the plane from abroad. It is the most expensive and rare variety nowadays, but look at the woman who is going to be given flowers by him.
One said he had to coax her, and the other said he had to coax her, but as he watched, he just had to give her a hard slap to make her remember.
"It doesn't seem like it, it is indeed him!"
Li Yuqing said, helping Zhuo Jian back to the dining table.
He didn't want to be afraid to have a normal relationship with Zhuo Jian just because he was in front of Fu Yanye. Besides being an admirer, he was also her senior brother and friend.
But obviously, Fu Yanye just doesn't like him.
Zhuo Jian walked to the dining table and walked directly to Fu Yanye. She couldn't help but lean forward and smell him, then looked up at him again: "It really smells like Fu Yanye."
"What does it smell like?"
Fu Yanye asked her with a cold face.
"The taste of cold-bloodedness!"
Zhuo Jian smiled after finishing speaking.
Fu Yanye wished he could have her executed in public.
But she saw that his indifferent expression suddenly turned arrogant, and she looked at him dissatisfied: "Who asked you to come to my house, or did you open the door and come in by yourself?"
"Not only did I come in by myself, I also bought you roses and gifts from across the ocean. Zhuo Jian, guess how angry I am now?"
Fu Yanye spoke clearly word for word, and then questioned her.
"What does your anger have to do with me? A scumbag like you deserves to be angry."
Zhuo Jian looked at him coldly and then sat down.
Ouyang Ping: "..."
"Senior brother, go get some drinks quickly, we are going to continue drinking."
Zhuo Jian turned around and urged Li Yuqing.
Ouyang Ping murmured: "How about we forget it today? Let's drink it another day?"
"Don't blame me for not reminding you not to drink with her."
Fu Yanye said coldly.
Zhuo Jian immediately looked at him dissatisfied: "Hey, are you threatening my friend? Who do you think you are? A scumbag."
When Fu Yanye heard the word "scumbag", it felt as if a knife had been inserted into his heart. However, with a turn of his eyes, he suddenly pulled out the chair next to her and sat down, then asked: "Give Zhuo Jian's cup."
I."
Ouyang Ping handed Zhuo Jian's cup to him.
After Fu Yanye took it, he looked at the wine Li Yuqing put on the table: "I brought this, can I drink it?"
Li Yuqing and Ouyang Ping just looked at him curiously, and even Zhuo Jian, who was drunk from alcohol, looked directly at him. This chapter has been completed!