How come so many coincidences?

She looked at him, and thought of the scars on her body and the injuries on her body, and felt a burst of pain in her heart.

Later, when he went into the kitchen again, she couldn't help but follow him.

Fu Yanye looked at her, put her hands behind her back with a little restrained attitude and asked softly: "May I ask, can I visit?"

"No."

He looked at her with a dark eyes, then started to cook.

Actually, you can remove the question.

However, she seemed to have been careful before.

Is it a habit?

Fu Yanye thought silently in his heart, but his work was not slow.

Zhuo Jian found that he seemed to be very good at cooking, so he couldn't help but go to see him again.

A man who looks so majestic and ruthless, he seems to be sitting behind a large desk, in a large chair, giving cold guidance to the country rather than cooking here.

But he was cooking, and he was so skillful.

Even she felt inferior.

She can't cook, and she can't even open the fire when she goes to the kitchen.

Fortunately, no one asked her to cook.

Fu Yanye felt that he hadn't been in this mood for a long time. He looked at the person staring at him and asked, "Is there something on my face?"

Zhuo Jian shook his head, then stepped back to the side, pressed his hands against the table behind, and continued to watch.

His hands are pretty good, too.

When I looked at him again, I found that he was really good, but it was a pity that he was too dissatisfied with human nature. How could he tie someone else's wife to be his wife just because she looked like her?

It's simply disgusting.

Zhuo Jian just disappeared because of the little bit of good feelings that he could cook.

She sat in the chair at the dining table and found that the texture of the chairs here was very good, even comparable to those in her castle.

Everything in her castle is like a royal family. The housekeeper said that every table and chair there were chosen by the young master himself, and they were all high-priced. There was only one set in the world, just like her, the only one in the world, can

The one that moved their young master was not there else.

Not anywhere else?

So what about the photos of women everywhere in this house?

Her mind fell into chaos again.

She felt that she was about to fall into the abyss of darkness at any time, with all kinds of ghosts inside.

She doesn't know who she is.

In fact, she was very determined.

She never doubted it.

Because that person treats her so well.

Soon, Fu Yanye brought four dishes and one soup to the table, and then asked her: "What do you like to eat in your daily life?"

"What does your wife like to eat?"

She asked back.

Fu Yanye looked at her, smiled slightly, and said as he poured wine: "I love to eat sour."

"I love to eat sour?"

Zhuo Jian looked at him curiously.

"Um."

Fu Yanye poured her a glass, and then asked her: "Do you still drink red wine?"

"Occasionally."

She replied, but when Fu Yanye picked up the red wine, she politely held it up and touched it gently with him, then smelled the red wine in the cup, and then sucked it in small mouthfuls after confirming the quality was good.

Fu Yanye looked at her and couldn't help laughing: "Who teaches you how to taste wine?"

"The butler in the castle."

Zhuo Jian replied to him.

After hearing this, Fu Yanye nodded and asked her: "What else did you teach you?"

"A lot, including taking a knife and fork."

Zhuo Jian was inspired by him to chat.

Fu Yanye felt that they hadn't been chatting for a long time, and the increasingly intense feelings in their eyes were about to spread out, so he had to pick up the wine glass and drink to cover it up.

Zhuo Jian looked at his appearance when he was drinking and accidentally saw his neck, Oh, his Adam's apple is so big, so sexy?

And his jawline is also very clear.

Zhuo Jian looked up further, then quickly lowered her eyes. She couldn't help but ask herself what she was doing?

No matter how good he is, he is not as good as his husband.

Besides, he is very likely to become a murderer.

The fact that Reese was not dead made her less resentful to him.

"Why did it be said online that Rees was dead?"

"Then I'll ask him."

Fu Yanye said.

Zhuo Jian: "…"

"Do you think you know him well?"

"Not really."

Speaking of this, she picked up the wine and took a sip.

She just has unconditional trust.

After all, they are husband and wife.

She thought that her husband must be what she liked very much, so how could she be wrong?

“It’s snowing.”

Fu Yanye said again.

"Um?"

Fu Yanye didn't say anything, just looked outside.

She couldn't help looking outside in a blink of an eye.

But she couldn't see anything.

Fu Yanye left for a while and she went to the window.

It's snowing indeed.

Soon, she felt a little uncomfortable before her eyes, and then a pair of glasses hung on the bridge of her nose.

Fu Yanye helped her put it on and came from behind her.

Then in the glass curtain, he held her shoulder and looked at her.

Zhuo Jian's heart clinked, and she stood there tensely, unable to make any sound for a long time.

"Is it appropriate?"

He asked softly.

"Um?"

Zhuo Jian didn't come back to his senses.

"The glasses themselves, and the degree of the glasses."

He reminded.

Zhuo Jian looked at the snowy night clearly and agreed: "Yes, it's very suitable."

“As we do.”

Fu Yanye's hand holding her shoulder tightened.

Zhuo Jian suspected that he had heard it wrong and looked at him seriously from the glass curtain.
To be continued...