"Okay? Please have mercy on me?"

Not only was he miserable, his voice was bewitching.

"No, I don't pity you."

"How cruel."

He kissed her behind the ear and hugged her tightly, "But I still like it."

Zhuo Jian: "..."

I thought he was going to leave because he was angry again.

It turned out to be...

Still like it?

When did Boss Fu become so good at talking?

Just last night and this morning, my mouth felt like honey.

Later, he got up first and said she didn't need to get up early.

But she was tired from lying down, so she got up and went to the door, glanced at the empty living room, then followed the sound to the kitchen, and then went straight to the kitchen.

Sure enough, Boss Fu is assuming the position of chef again.

She leaned against the wall and stared silently.

Fu Yanye turned around, looked at her and continued working, and asked her, "Why don't you lie down for a while?"

"I'm tired of lying down."

She muttered, then looked at his broad back.

At this moment, her heart wanted her to rush up to him, hug him gently from behind, no, hug him tightly.

But......

She just leaned against the wall and watched quietly.

Too much had happened in their years, so much that she didn't dare to move forward easily.

She lowered her head and glanced at the slippers on her feet. He also bought these shoes, and he did everything in the house.

He never treated her badly with things, or he doted on her especially.

Of course, that's just them.

He could easily give her whatever money could buy, but what about the others?

She thought quietly, and also worried about the day when they could really let go of their grudges and be together again.

After breakfast, Fu Yanye suddenly changed his usual behavior of leaving the car and standing outside the corridor and said to her: "I'll take you to work first?"

"Um."

She was very used to it and nodded.

"walk."

Although it's only separated by a road, the road is so wide and there are other things on both sides.

But he still stretched out his hand to hold her.

Zhuo Jian held his breath for a moment and looked down. His hand naturally entangled with hers and clasped tightly.

Fu Yanye said: "Let's go."

Zhuo Jian followed him dully, walking in the shade of the trees.

Well, now, the leaves are starting to spread out and there's a bit of shade.

Some cars were moving slowly on the road, including his.

They walked on the sidewalk, and occasionally a bicycle passed by, and he protected her inside, like many people who were anxious to go to work. They didn't say much, just walked with their heads down, but...

He kept holding her hand, holding her hand very tightly.

Zhuo Jian felt as if he had knocked over the five-flavor bottle, and the tip of his nose became sore several times.

Finally arriving at the empty door of the TV station, he stopped, held her hand, and said softly: "Come to pick you up in the evening? Take care of the children?"

Zhuo Jian stared at him after hearing this. When she couldn't think of what to say, he suddenly said, "I'll cook for you myself tonight?"

He stared at her so eagerly and tenderly that her face felt a little hot. Her eyes were wandering but she didn't dare to look at him. She nodded: "Yes."

"Go to work."

Finally, he let him go.

Zhuo Jian also wanted to leave, but still glanced at him to remind him that he hadn't let go yet.
Chapter completed!