Zhuo Jian's little face turned red all of a sudden, and her heart became hot.
Fu Yanye saw her shy and trying to avoid his eyes, raised his hand and pinched her chin: "Don't run away from me."
"Fu Yanye..."
"At least for this moment, I flew more than 10,000 kilometers to find you."
Fu Yanye seemed to have deep affection in his eyes.
At that moment, Zhuo Jian's heart was shaken.
His dark eyes slowly lowered, looking at her lips, and slowly kissed her.
Zhuo Jian's breath was stagnant, and her hands subconsciously grabbed the fabric of his shirt again, trying to push him away.
But Fu Yanye held her wrist, put her wrist on his neck, and then kissed her more and more passionately.
Zhuo Jian felt her breathing becoming more and more difficult. Before she could help but want to kiss him back, she turned her head.
Fu Yanye's thin lips fell on her jawline. When he wanted to kiss her again, he accidentally saw her resistance and stopped. Then he saw the unsightly scarf around her neck again.
Her neck is too long to hide.
But as soon as he raised his hand, Zhuo Jian immediately raised his hand to cover it: "Don't."
"Aren't you afraid of covering up prickly heat?"
Fu Yanye asked in a low voice.
Zhuo Jian covered one side, turned his face sideways and slowly backed away, sitting next to the sofa.
Fu Yanye's hands fell helplessly on the sofa, but his dark eyes stared straight at the woman who refused to accept him no matter what.
"Zhuo Jian, we are husband and wife!"
Fu Yanye reminded her again.
"I know! I know!"
Zhuo Jian said it again, fearing that he wouldn't believe it, so she repeated it again, but her mood became increasingly cold.
She could no longer retreat. She looked at him with quick clear eyes and murmured: "How about I go get something to eat?"
Fu Yanye had no choice but to give up and nodded: "Yeah!"
As soon as Zhuo Jian heard his words, he felt like he was being pardoned and ran away quickly.
Fu Yanye sat helplessly on the sofa and watched her hurried away figure. Then he looked at the deserted house and laughed helplessly.
Even if she is alone in a place like this, she is not willing to go home to celebrate the New Year with him.
The refrigerator was empty, and there were two barrels of instant noodles in the cabinet. Zhuo Jian saw that it said not fried, took them out with peace of mind, and then boiled water.
When Fu Yanye walked over, he saw her pouring hot water into the instant noodle bucket.
Zhuo Jian felt him approaching, and while pouring water, she explained: "We only have two buckets of instant noodles at home, but they are non-fried, so just eat them."
Fu Yanye said nothing, just pulled one of the buckets in front of him, and then stared at her with his dark eyes.
Zhuo Jian placed the cups used by two people in front of the dining table, poured two glasses of water and waited for them to cool down before drinking.
"You two are here, how do you usually deal with it?"
Fu Yanye refers to instant noodles.
Zhuo Jian smiled slightly and murmured as he sat down: "Normally we don't like to eat this kind of food. We like to eat fried food."
Fu Yanye then lowered his eyes and saw three big words "not fried" on the front.
He smiled faintly, pulled out his chair and sat down opposite her.
It's Chinese New Year, but the two of them are eating instant noodles in a foreign country?
This is a bit sad.
But looking at the person in front of him, Fu Yanye helplessly stirred the soaked noodles with a fork, then felt uncomfortable, put down the fork, and asked: "Do you have chopsticks?"
"Yes, I'll get it for you!"
As long as she doesn't stick with her, Zhuo Jian thinks he can do anything he says.
"Take what you have used. I don't want to use what others have used."
Fu Yanye said this.
Zhuo Jian was too embarrassed to give him Ouyang Ping's special chopsticks. They might even dislike him.
but……
Zhuo Jian glanced at a pair of chopsticks placed in the chopstick bucket, thought about it again and again, and finally gave him her own.
Fu Yanye glanced at it, took it with satisfaction, and started eating.
Zhuo Jian actually has no appetite. She is not very interested in anything recently.
Watching him eat, she took two sips of soup.
Fu Yanye hadn't eaten anything all day long. Seeing that she didn't eat, he simply pulled her hand and said, "I'll eat it for you."
Zhuo Jian said nothing, he was already eating.
This was the first time Zhuo Jian knew that he liked instant noodles so much.
She thought he hated this kind of thing.
Soon his cell phone rang. He glanced out the window, wiped his mouth with a napkin, stood up and said, "Let's go!"
"Where to go?"
Zhuo Jian looked up at him, a little dull.
She was surprised that he ate two buckets of instant noodles.
"Tonight is the Chinese New Year. I didn't come all this way just to eat instant noodles with you."
"..."
Zhuo Jian was speechless.
Fu Yanye took the two people's coats, put them on her when they went out, and then took her into a black Rolls-Royce.
The classic style looks particularly ceremonial when walking on the streets on New Year's Eve.
The two of them sat in the back, and Zhuo Jian kept looking out the window curiously.
Chinese New Year abroad is always incompatible with Chinese New Year.
But all in all, she has not been in China for four years.
In fact, she thought it was good to end the night working at home when she was alone abroad.
Take a shower when you are too tired and you will fall asleep soon after lying down.
She basically wouldn't let herself think too much on days like this, lest she couldn't help but shed tears of grievance.
After all, she is already twenty-four years old?
I was twenty years old when I went abroad, and my marriage was hidden.
And this time...
Actually, who knows?
No one knows her here.
The car stopped at the most famous hotel here, and the sky restaurant was booked. The entire floor was decorated warmly and romantically, and there was even a handsome guy standing inside playing the violin.
Fu Yanye took her inside, and the staff asked her to take off her coat.
Fu Yanye glanced at it and said calmly: "I'll do it!"
Zhuo Jian found these etiquettes troublesome, but when Fu Yanye stood beside her and held her collar back, she took it off and let him give it to the staff.
Fu Yanye also helped her pull out the chair like a gentleman.
Zhuo Jian stood aside and watched, feeling a little warm in her heart. She didn't know why, but smiled: "Thank you!"
The thank you was very low, but it was enough for him to hear.
Fu Yanye stopped beside her.
Zhuo Jian looked outside. Most of the city was in front of her. The silver lights on the river looked a little insignificant, but they had a unique charm.
The violinist came closer to them and then walked away with his violin.
The sound of the piano was melodious and beautiful. She didn't know what the music was, but she just thought it was very affectionate.
It's a bit inappropriate when the two of them are around.
Zhuo Jian fiddled with the scarf, and it was indeed a bit hot. The heat made her wound feel a little itchy.
Fu Yanye looked at her little movements and asked her: "Are you sure you don't want to take off the scarf?"
"No need! My cervical spine has been very uncomfortable recently."
She explained calmly.
Then the staff started serving food.
The last time Zhuo Jian enjoyed such treatment was when her father was here.
Fu Yanye no longer made things difficult for her, but seeing her face flush with heat made him a little distracted.
When the meal was almost done, Zhuo Jian finally couldn't help but ask him: "When did you book the restaurant?"
Because this floor was taken down by him, it was definitely not tonight.
"Before coming."
"How did you do that?"
Zhuo Jian was even more curious. Before coming, it was more than ten hours ago, right?
It stands to reason that on such an important day, all the tables on this floor must have been booked. This chapter has been completed!