"Good morning, madam."

When she came downstairs, her aunt was cleaning.

"morning."

Zhuo Jian responded and found that their wedding photos were hung back on the wall, as well as the various places where the photos of their family were originally placed.

Last night, the reason why he returned to the room so late was because he went to find the photos and put them back in their original positions?

Suddenly thinking of Sheng Xin's words, he wasn't pretending to have amnesia on purpose, was he?

otherwise......

She looked at the placement of the photos in the living room again, which was exactly the same as before.

"I just wanted to say it last night. The young lady should have had her hair cut again."

Auntie didn't forget to ask her while cleaning.

Zhuo Jian subconsciously raised his hand to touch his hair and responded with a smile: "Yeah."

"It looks good, but I always feel like it's missing something."

Auntie’s review.

"What's missing? There's some hair missing."

Zhuo Jian thought for a while and joked.

Auntie laughed and continued cleaning.

Another aunt came out of the kitchen and couldn't help but said: "The young master used to like to play with the young lady's hair, but now he can't touch it anymore. Will he protest?"

Zhuo Jian felt a little sad when he heard this, but then he thought about it and said mischievously: "Ignore him."

Auntie thought Zhuo Jian was quite cute like this, so she didn't say anything.

But Fu Yanye suddenly came down from upstairs and happened to hear her clean and even proud words.

Ignore him.

So who is she going to control?

We slept with him in our arms all night last night, and today we are still so cold to him.

Fu Yanye looked at her with dark eyes, and then came downstairs unhurriedly.

"Good morning, young master."

"Good morning, Master."

When the two aunts saw him coming down, they said hello and continued to do their work.

Zhuo Jian was startled, and turned around to see him walking towards her.

The closer he got, the more she backed away.

Fu Yanye stared at her with a keen eye, and when he came closer, he directly grabbed her waist so that she could no longer retreat. He asked her in a deep voice: "Wasn't it amazing just now? Why are you so scared when you see me?

?”

"Who is scared?"

Zhuo Jian asked guiltily.

The warmth in her waist became more and more obvious, her little face turned red, she glared at him and dared not look at him again.

Fu Yanye was actually in a good mood, except that her short hair seemed to plunge into his heart, making him uncomfortable.

Zhuo Jian couldn't hear him speak anymore, so she boldly raised her eyes to look at him again.

Fu Yanye stared at her, helpless, and raised his hands in surrender. With all kinds of emotions in his heart, he could only say in the end: "Can you promise me something?"

"What's up?"

Zhuo Jian asked him doubtfully.

"Grow your hair long."

"..."

She just said she didn't care about him, and he told her to grow her hair longer?

If she agreed, wouldn't it be a bit too selfless?

"If I grow my hair longer, maybe I will remember it?"

Fu Yanye continued, giving a gentle reminder.

Zhuo Jian's heart started to move, but after thinking about it, she couldn't help but laugh: "Then I'd better not grow it longer?"

"Um?"

Fu Yanye frowned.

"You don't know how many times better you are now than before."

Zhuo Jian prompts.
Chapter completed!