Zhuo Jian was wiping the floor and his eyes were dizzy when he heard a knock on the door and his heart trembled and his movements stopped.
It's late at night, Ouyang Ping is in China, and Li Yuqing has gone back in the morning, who could it be?
Zhuo Jian suddenly remembered that the day she entered the house, someone held a knife to her throat. She slowly stood up with her heart in her arms. She tried her best to stay calm and walked to the door.
He put his ear gently against the door panel, stared at the keyhole that he had locked, and judged that the person couldn't kick the door open, so he whispered: "Who?"
No one spoke outside, and she suddenly wondered, could she have heard wrongly?
Maybe you really are hallucinating.
Zhuo Jian breathed a sigh of relief and was about to leave when the door rang again.
Her heart trembled again, and she was about to cry, so she could only ask again: "Who?"
The people outside heard her voice getting hoarse before they said, "Me!"
I?
Zhuo Jian frowned, and his tense heart gradually became hot.
This voice...
Fu Yanye?
She walked to the door again, lowered her head and asked softly through the crack of the door: "Fu Yanye?"
"Open the door!"
The sounds outside seemed a little irritating.
But it was indeed Fu Yanye.
Zhuo Jian subconsciously opened the door for him.
A gust of cold wind could not flow in and hit her immediately because his tall and straight body blocked it.
Zhuo Jian looked up at him, his eyes feeling hot for no apparent reason, and then became blurry.
Fu Yanye looked at her in annoyance, then suppressed his anger and asked her, "It seems you don't welcome me."
Zhuo Jian: "..."
She had not yet reacted to the person who suddenly appeared in front of her, the person who was supposed to spend the New Year with her elders in her hometown.
"If you don't answer the phone or reply to WeChat messages, you really want to dump me, huh?"
Fu Yanye continued to question her.
Zhuo Jian didn't know how to refute. It was true that she wanted to dump him, and it was also true that she didn't answer the phone or reply to WeChat messages, but...
But seeing him in a foreign country was like...
Suddenly, a feeling of loneliness surged up in my heart, and tears fell from my moist eyes.
Fu Yanye looked at her: "You still have the nerve to cry?"
Zhuo Jian immediately lowered his head, sniffed, and wiped his tears hard.
Fu Yanye stood there irritably, glanced at the next door, and couldn't help but sneered.
She actually moved here.
What is this called?
The most dangerous place is the safest place?
In order to be afraid that he would find her, she even used this idea?
"I'd better go!"
Seeing that she had no intention of inviting him in, Fu Yanye suddenly felt that he shouldn't be here.
She was so lovely when he was in bed, but why did he feel so cold as soon as he put on his clothes?
Zhuo Jian heard him say he was leaving, and subconsciously turned sideways, "Hey..."
Fu Yanye stopped and turned to look at her.
"Have you booked a flight home?"
Zhuo Jian saw him looking at him with such distant and reproachful eyes, lowered his head and asked in a low voice.
Fu Yanye was so angry that she put her hands in her pockets: "No!"
Without those two words, he said it very firmly.
"Then you come in and sit back."
Zhuo Jian said, stretched out his hand to give way, then turned around and walked two steps inside.
Fu Yanye frowned and looked at her. Was she deliberately keeping a distance from him?
But he walked in anyway.
He just said he was leaving but he didn't really want to leave.
I just want her to stay.
Of course, even if she didn't ask to stay, he wouldn't leave.
If you're here, you're here, why should you leave?
Zhuo Jian carried the bucket for washing rags and went inside. When he came out again, he had a cup of hot water in his hand and asked him: "Would you like a cup of water to warm yourself up?"
She noticed that his ears were red from the cold.
When did he come?
Has it been freezing outside for a long time?
No, what she should be concerned about is not, how did he find this place?
Zhuo Jian noticed that she was thinking something she shouldn't, and immediately lowered her eyes, pretending to sit down next to him calmly, and then asked him: "How did you find this place?"
Fu Yanye just picked up the water glass, and when he heard this, he looked up at her again and snorted: "I suddenly don't want to say it."
"..."
He looked at the water glass, then looked at her again, and asked hesitantly: "This water glass..."
"No one uses it."
Zhuo Jian understood that he was afraid that others would use it, which was a conditioned reflex explanation.
Fu Yanye took a sip of water. His stomach felt warm, but his heart was still cold.
He glanced at the house, then looked at the thinner woman sitting diagonally across from him, "Just moved in?"
"Well! I just signed the contract today, so the cleaning is not complete yet."
Zhuo Jian glanced at the floor he had just mopped, thinking that there were still several places that had not been cleaned.
"So you're cleaning here alone on New Year's Eve?"
"Isn't it possible?"
Zhuo Jian asked quietly.
Fu Yanye said nothing, just stared at her for a few seconds, and then continued to drink water.
But he was just depressed. She regarded him as an outsider after all, no matter how kind her elders were to her, no matter how good he was to her.
Zhuo Jian didn't hear him ask any more questions for a long time, so she couldn't help but ask him: "Are you here on a business trip?"
"Yeah, I'm still working on New Year's Eve."
Fu Yanye felt that she was out of her mind for asking this question.
But I just don’t want to say nice things.
Zhuo Jian felt uncomfortable and wanted to talk to him properly.
New Year's Eve.
"Then grandparents, parents, they..."
"Do you still have them in your heart?"
Fu Yanye's words were even colder.
Zhuo Jian lowered his head, pinched his cold little hands, and was speechless for a moment.
She really has her elders in her heart, but she still can't do it if she is asked to go back.
"I'm here to find you."
Seeing that her tears were about to fall, he said lightly and looked at her with a deeper look.
Zhuo Jian reflexively looked up at him.
He didn't understand how it felt to see a fellow villager on a day like this, and he even less understood how it felt to have her meet the person she had admired since she was a child but couldn't love her when she grew up.
He said he was here to find her, and her face suddenly burst into tears.
"It's not too late to come to me now."
Fu Yanye saw her crying so fiercely, guessing that she knew that she had really been too harsh on him during this period.
She should regret it.
Where can she find someone who is as sincere to her as him?
But Zhuo Jian just looked at him and lowered her head fiercely. She raised her hand to wipe her tears hard, but the tears fell on her chin and she couldn't wipe them away.
She got a little annoyed and then stood up: "I want to go to bed. Sit back and find someone to pick you up and take you to the hotel."
"What's the meaning?"
Fu Yanye narrowed his eyes and asked her.
"I haven't even cleaned the bedroom yet. If you have mysophobia, I won't keep you here."
After Zhuo Jian finished speaking, she turned to leave.
Fu Yanye put his foot directly on the coffee table in front of him.
The coffee table scraped against the floor and made a violent sound. Zhuo Jian looked back at him.
Fu Yanye gritted his teeth, "Just go to sleep!"
He wanted to see if she really couldn't sleep.
I just don't want to get along with him.
Zhuo Jian looked at him for a long time, with some words stuck in her throat but unable to come out.
"I can see that your conscience has been fed to the dog a long time ago, even if you..."
Before Fu Yanye finished his harsh words, his cell phone suddenly rang.
He glanced at it, then raised his eyes to look at the person standing there who hadn't left yet. His mind changed and he ordered her: "Come here, it's grandma." This chapter has been completed!