Su Bai gently patted the face of the unconscious man, and then looked up at the frightened girl standing next to him: "Oh no, baby Jian Jian, you killed your husband."
Zhuo Jian was so frightened that he didn't know what to do. He became even more panicked when he heard this.
"He just fainted. He will be fine when he wakes up tomorrow."
Yan Zheng saw that Su Bai had frightened her so much and said quickly.
"Really?"
Zhuo Jian thought to herself, I just want a divorce, but I don’t want to kill someone and silence them.
"It's true! He was groggy after drinking a lot tonight, and you hit him on the head with such a hard object."
At this time, Fu Yanye's forehead had been bandaged and a large piece of gauze was applied to her wound.
Zhuo Jian glanced at him lying motionless on the bed, but her heart was still tight: "It's good that he's fine."
"Then that's it for tonight. You take good care of him and we will go back."
Speak sternly.
Zhuo Jian nodded dully, feeling that she had knocked him unconscious and had the responsibility to take care of him.
But as soon as Yan Zheng and Su Bai left, she returned to the bedroom and looked at the man lying on the bed and suddenly thought, why did he come here in the middle of the night?
And since he's like this, shouldn't he be sent to the hospital?
Zhuo Jian took another serious look at him to make sure he wouldn't wake up before bending down to look at him seriously and calling softly: "Fu Yanye?"
Fu Yanye didn't move, but there was a flash of lightning outside, and she subconsciously looked back out the window.
Why is the weather like this again?
Why did he stay here again.
Zhuo Jian sat beside the bed and suddenly sighed in frustration.
That sigh was filled with humility and powerlessness.
——
The next morning, the rain stopped.
Zhuo Jian slept on the sofa all night and quietly entered her bedroom at dawn.
He was still lying there, as if he hadn't moved.
Zhuo Jian thought to himself that if he didn't wake up again, he should call the doctor over.
Now I feel that I was careless last night and I should have called out last night.
I bent down to touch his forehead and couldn't help but sigh: "Fortunately, I don't have a fever."
I just wanted to call the doctor and left.
When his hand left his forehead, it was suddenly held.
The quiet space was suddenly filled with a tense atmosphere.
Zhuo Jian looked at the person whose eyes were still closed and saw his long eyelashes twitching. She couldn't help but feel guilty, "Are you awake?"
Fu Yanye frowned, and the first thing he asked after seeing her clearly with his black eyes was: "Why are your hands so cold?"
"ah?
I was just worried about being stunned by someone looking for trouble.
Fu Yanye sat up, holding her hand and bringing her along. Zhuo Jian sat down on the bed, her upper body fell into his arms, and looked up at him.
The air began to become thinner, and Zhuo Jian heard that her heart was about to jump out of her chest.
Fu Yanye stared at her, looking at her anxious and nervous appearance, he couldn't help but feel sour in his heart, and the expression on his face became increasingly ugly.
Zhuo Jian thought to himself, Oh no, he is going to cause trouble.
Fu Yanye suddenly let go of her, raised his hand to touch his forehead in discomfort, and hummed: "Yeah!"
When Zhuo Jian heard this groan, her heart almost dropped, and she quickly stood up from the bed: "That one?"
"Why are you so cruel?"
He asked suddenly.
Zhuo Jian stood there with a heart in his hands, and his nervous hands were tangled behind his back.
What else could she do?
I was scared!
In the middle of the night, there was no phone call or reminder.
Anyone would think he was a thief, right?
But wasn't he drunk last night?
How do you still know it's her?
Zhuo Jian glanced at him again, and seeing that he still had such a reproachful expression, he immediately lowered his head: "You can't blame me entirely. You didn't say hello in advance, so late... I thought you were a bad person!"
Her words were choppy and even a little too low.
The way Fu Yanye looked at her became increasingly unforgivable.
"come over!"
Fu Yanye said suddenly.
Zhuo Jian raised his eyes to look at him, but did not move.
"Sit over here!"
Fu Yanye ordered again.
"You have something to say!"
Zhuo Jian thought about how nervous she was when she first came into his arms, and she still liked to keep her distance from him.
"Aren't you going to look at my injuries?"
Fu Yanye said.
"..."
"The culprit!"
"..."
Zhuo Jian could only walk over. As the culprit, she had the obligation to see his injuries.
The skin was broken and bleeding last night, and it was just about to scar over after one night.
Zhuo Jian felt that he had really committed a crime. Fu Yanye's beauty must not leave scars.
"What did you see? He was silent!"
Fu Yanye smelled the good smell on her body and asked her while holding his breath.
"Why don't you go to the hospital and ask a professional doctor to help you re-apply the medicine?"
Zhuo Jian said with some guilt and guilt.
Fu Yanye lowered his head and sighed, and said, "It's not like you don't know how to do this kind of thing, why should you go to the hospital?"
"But it hasn't scarred yet."
Zhuo Jian said panicked.
Fu Yanye then raised his eyes and saw that she looked like a primary school student who had done something wrong. His heart softened and he turned around and got out of bed.
I don't know if it was because I drank too much last night or because she hit me. I felt a little dizzy when I stood up.
Zhuo Jian's sharp eyes immediately went to support him: "Be careful!"
Fu Yanye felt the soft wrapping between his arms, turned to look at her, saw how nervous she was, and asked her, "Can you help me to the bathroom?"
Zhuo Jian nodded!
It's the culprit's responsibility to take care of him.
Fu Yanye was helped to the bathroom by her. He opened the gauze and took a look. He sighed unconsciously, and then looked at the girl standing next to him with deep eyes that had been frozen for thousands of years: "Zhuo Jian, you are finished!"
"
Zhuo Jian had already been frightened and panicked. After hearing what he said, she was afraid that he would rely on her, so she couldn't help but panic, and her hands were tightly entangled.
"Further forward!"
Fu Yanye suddenly whispered an order.
Zhuo Jian took small steps forward.
Fu Yanye raised his hand.
Zhuo Jian was so frightened that he immediately ducked his head to the side.
Fu Yanye froze his hands in the air and looked at her coldly.
Zhuo Jian couldn't hear him, so she raised her eyes to look at him, then immediately lowered her head: "If you have anything to say, just tell me."
"Who are you?"
Fu Yanye suddenly asked, then rubbed the top of her head vigorously.
Zhuo Jian: "..."
Fu Yanye pulled her in front of him and looked at her seriously.
Zhuo Jian's heart was pounding.
He just called her Zhuo Jian.
How suddenly...
"Fu Yanye, don't joke with me."
Zhuo Jian had no choice but to call him out with a guilty conscience.
"Fu Yanye? Is this my name?"
Fu Yanye frowned and looked serious.
Zhuo Jian: "..."
For a long time, Zhuo Jian stared at him, trying to find flaws in his eyes.
It wasn't until her eyes filled with tears that Fu Yanye looked at her hard, then pulled her into his arms, hugged her tightly with both hands, and pressed her face against his chest:
"Do you still know how to be afraid?"
He lowered his face and gently rubbed her hair.
Zhuo Jian listened to her heartbeat slow down, once, once...
"I thought you would never care about me again!"
Fu Yanye's lips pressed against her forehead. This chapter has been completed!