Fu Yanye looked at the woman who was blushing because of an advertisement and said, then turned and walked towards the restaurant.
Zhuo Jian's head hurt a little. She had to remember something, but soon the matter was suppressed by the headache.
When Zhuo Jian walked into the restaurant, she smelled the aroma of rice and immediately felt a little more energetic.
She was really hungry. She didn't get much rest last night. First she cleaned, and then she was tormented by him...
But just when she was enjoying her meal, someone suddenly interrupted her.
"You used to spend the holidays alone?"
Fu Yanye asked.
Zhuo Jian subconsciously raised her eyes to meet him, but quickly lowered her eyes again, stirring the porridge in the bowl thoughtfully for a while, and whispered: "No, there are classmates."
"Then why are you alone this time?"
Fu Yanye stared at her with his deep black eyes and continued to ask.
Zhuo Jian groaned unconsciously, still keeping a low profile, "I just moved and need to be cleaned."
"When something happened to your father, your mother was afraid that you would be implicated, so she asked you to go abroad to avoid the limelight."
"Um?"
Zhuo Jian couldn't help but look at him, but he lowered his eyes and looked at the rice in his bowl, and then raised his eyes again after a long time. Zhuo Jian felt that he was suddenly a little excited.
"It's not that I won't let you go back."
"..."
Zhuo Jian looked at him in surprise. Wasn't it because he wouldn't let her go back?
Fu Yanye suddenly put down the spoon in his hand and said, "Eat it yourself."
He got up and left.
Zhuo Jian sat there, quietly watching his leaving figure, but there were other emotions in her heart.
Why did he suddenly say this?
Now that her mother has left, what he said is true or false...
What her mother said before she left came to Zhuo Jian's mind, "Since he won't let you return to China, you can live outside now. Anyway, you don't need to worry about me."
Today is the first day of the Lunar New Year, and it’s really not good to think about the past.
Zhuo Jian quickly put away his emotions, and then gulped down the porridge again.
The porridge he cooked turned out to be so delicious.
With his skills, if he is willing to cook every day, those who are with him will be really lucky.
Fu Yanye went out to smoke a cigarette and went back in when he heard a cell phone ringing inside.
Or Li Yuqing.
When Zhuo Jian came out of the restaurant, she saw him standing on the sofa, holding her mobile phone.
this……
"Wait a moment, I'm looking for you."
Fu Yanye said the first two words to the person on the other end of the phone, and the next two words to Zhuo Jian.
Zhuo Jian strode over, looked at him a little unhappy, and answered the phone: "Hello?"
"Happy New Year! I wish my uncle and aunt a Happy New Year, good health and all the best!"
Zhuo Jian smiled unconsciously as he spoke, as if he just felt like celebrating the New Year.
Fu Yanye looked at her with dark eyes. If she raised her eyes now, she would know how vicious his eyes were.
Zhuo Jian lowered his head while answering the phone and turned around, murmuring: "Well, I came last night. Well, let's do this for now. Bye."
Fu Yanye looked better after hearing this.
"What did he say?"
Fu Yanye saw her put down her phone and asked her.
Zhuo Jian said: "It's just a New Year greeting, nothing else."
"Why do you talk so much about New Year greetings?"
Fu Yanye asked again.
Zhuo Jian couldn't help but look up at him. He had so many things to do.
Just make a phone call.
She walked to the sofa and sat down, "You want to take care of this too?"
Fu Yanye saw her unhappy on the sofa holding a pillow, and sat next to her, with his chest facing her side: "Who cares if I don't care?"
Zhuo Jian had a stubborn face and looked down at the table, unwilling to speak any more.
Fu Yanye saw that the scar on her neck was a little red and couldn't help but want to touch it, but as soon as he raised his hand, Zhuo Jian immediately ducked aside.
I just lay down on my side.
Fu Yanye looked at her with dark eyes, deep and deep, and asked: "What? Invite me to you?"
"No! What did you want to do just now?"
Zhuo Jian hugged the pillow and immediately hid beside the sofa farthest from him and asked him.
"It looks like your scar is infected."
Fu Yanye murmured, leaning forward, pressing his shoulders on the armrest of the sofa, pushing her long hair to one side, and then gently touching the scar.
Zhuo Jian felt the warmth of his fingertips on her neck, and immediately turned red.
"I can't see clearly, you lie down."
Fu Yanye suddenly murmured.
Zhuo Jian reflexively tried to bounce up, but he forced her down on the sofa.
Zhuo Jian looked at him with a red face, not daring to say anything in anger.
Fu Yanye looked at her big black eyes and couldn't help but look at her.
Zhuo Jian closed his eyes tightly in desperation and looked away.
Fu Yanye said nothing. Seeing her rejecting him so much, he glared at her unhappily and then looked down at her scar.
She didn't know why she imagined such a scene in her mind. A man much taller than her held her against her from behind, holding a knife in his hand to tell her not to move.
At that moment, his heart suddenly contracted.
Fu Yanye leaned behind her and asked in a deep voice, "Did you cry out of fear at that time?"
She was so timid and must have been frightened.
"I'm not scared to tears, but my legs are weak from fear."
She still remembers collapsing to the ground.
Fu Yanye felt as if he had been whipped severely.
The room suddenly became quiet, but the temperature of the two people next to each other continued to rise.
Zhuo Jian reached out to grab his hand uncomfortably: "Have you hugged me enough?"
"No!"
The man behind him spoke with the anger unique to a big boy.
Zhuo Jian's hand was also wrapped by him. Zhuo Jian heard her heartbeat getting faster and faster. She was really afraid that her heartbeat would be exhausted, so she couldn't help but ask him: "What now?"
"You were so disgusted when he carried you to the hotel?"
Fu Yanye asked her sourly.
"He didn't carry me to the hotel."
Zhuo Jian subconsciously retorted.
"Aren't your legs weak?"
"Just give me a hand."
"help……"
Fu Yanye was so angry that he couldn't speak, but he knew that he was angry with himself right now.
Zhuo Jian thought to himself, do you think that everyone else is just like you?
They are all gentlemen.
"I don't want to help you either."
Fu Yanye said childishly behind her.
Zhuo Jian's heart skipped a beat and she turned to look at him.
Fu Yanye turned her head back and continued: "Let's go back, we won't learn anymore."
go back?
No more studying?
There are only two places in Taiwan, and one of them falls to her. Can she just go back?
Then she doesn't have to mess around anymore.
Besides, she didn't want to go back.
She thought she couldn't go back before, but now it's true. When she thinks about all the bad things in the city, she just wants to forget about living here.
"I won't return. The quota is very precious."
"I can get a few more places for you on the stage."
"..."
Zhuo Jian wanted to turn around and look at him again.
But Fu Yanye strangled her tightly and whispered behind her: "I don't want you to be alone outside anymore."
It's too late for anything to happen.
Zhuo Jian actually felt a little hot inside.
Is he worried about her?
"I won't reply."
However, this cannot change her mind.
"Will you come back or not?"
Fu Yanye got up angrily and pressed directly on her. Seeing her tenderly lying under him, he really wanted to...
"No reply."
But she just didn't want to go back.
Fu Yanye stretched his hand into her pajamas again.
Zhuo Jian immediately tensed up and grabbed his hand in a panic: "Goodbye, Fu Yanye."
She almost died last night.
Fu Yanye held her small waist and threatened: "I'll ask you one last time, will you reply?" This chapter has been completed!