“…”

Zhuo Jian's little face suddenly turned red and his heart became hot.

Fu Yanye looked at her ashamed and wanted to avoid his eyes, raised his hand and pinched her chin: "Don't escape from me."

"Fu Yanye..."

"At least don't do it at this moment, I'll fly more than 10,000 kilometers to find you."

Fu Yanye's eyes seemed to be full of affection.

At that moment, Zhuo Jian's heart was shaken.

His black eyes slowly drooped, looked at her lips, and gradually kissed her.

Zhuo Jian's breathing stagnated, and his subconscious hand grabbed his shirt and cloth 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 that her breathing was getting harder and harder. Before she could not 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 annoying scarf on her neck again.

Her neck is long and it is really not suitable to hide it.

But as soon as he raised his hand, Zhuo Jian immediately raised his hand to cover it: "Don't."

"Aren't you afraid of getting prickly heat from covering?"

Fu Yanye asked softly.

Zhuo Jian covered one side, slowly retreated with his face sideways, and sat on the edge of the sofa.

Fu Yanye's hand fell helplessly on the sofa, but his black eyes looked straight at the woman who refused to accept him.

"Zhuo Jian, we are husband and wife!"

Fu Yanye reminded her again.

"I know! I know!"

Zhuo Jian said it all the time, afraid that he would not believe it, so he repeated it, but his mood became colder and colder.

She could no longer retreat, and she looked at him with agile clear eyes and murmured: "How about I go get something to eat?"

Fu Yanye had no choice but to give up and nodded: "Yes!"

When Zhuo Jian heard the word "he" and was like being amnesty, he quickly left.

Fu Yanye had no choice but to sit on the sofa and watch her hurriedly leaving, then looked at the deserted house and laughed helplessly.

Even if she was alone in such a place, she would not want to go home to celebrate the New Year with him.

The refrigerator was empty, and there were two buckets of instant noodles in the cabinet. Zhuo Jian saw that it was non-fried and took it out with peace of mind, and then boiled water.

When Fu Yanye walked over, he saw her pouring hot water into the instant noodles bucket.

Zhuo Jian felt him approaching and focused on pouring water while explaining: "There are only two buckets of instant noodles at home, but it's just fried, so just eat it."

Fu Yanye didn't say anything, but just pulled one of the buckets in front of him, and then stared at her black eyes again.

Zhuo Jian put all the cups used by the two of them on the dining table, poured two glasses of water and waited for it to cool down.

"You two are here, so how do you deal with it?"

Fu Yanye refers to instant noodles.

Zhuo Jian smiled slightly and murmured as he sat down: "We don't like to eat this kind of food normally, we like to eat fried ones."

Fu Yanye then looked down and saw three big words "non-fried" on the front.

He smiled faintly, pulled open the chair and sat down opposite her.

It's the Chinese New Year now, but they are eating instant noodles in a foreign country?

This is a bit miserable.

But looking at the person in front of you, Fu Yanye helplessly took the fork and stirred the soaked noodles, then felt uncomfortable, so he put down the fork and asked, "Do you have chopsticks?"

"Yes, I'll get it for you!"

As long as he doesn't stick to her, Zhuo Jian feels that he can do whatever he says.

"Take what you have used, I don't want to use what others have used."

Fu Yanye said so.

Zhuo Jian was embarrassed to use Ouyang Ping’s special chopsticks for him, and they might even dislike him.

but……

Zhuo Jian looked at the chopsticks in the chopstick bucket, and thought about it over and over again, and finally gave him his own.

Fu Yanye glanced at him, took it with satisfaction, and started eating.

Zhuo Jian actually has no appetite, and she hasn't been very interested in anything recently.

Seeing him eat, she drank two sips of the soup.

Fu Yanye didn't eat anything all day, and when he saw that she didn't eat, he simply pulled her over and said, "I'll eat it for you."

Zhuo Jian didn't say anything, he was already eating.

This is the first time Zhuo Jian has known that he likes to eat instant noodles so much.

She thought he hated this kind of thing deeply.

Soon his cell phone rang, he looked out the window, then wiped his mouth with a napkin, and stood up: "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.

"I'm going tonight for the New Year. I'm not going to come and have instant noodles with you."

“…”

Zhuo Jian was speechless.

Fu Yanye took the coats of two people, put them on when he went out, and then took her to a black Rolls-Royce.

The classic style makes you look particularly ritual when walking on the big street.

The two of them sat behind, and Zhuo Jian looked out the window curiously.

The New Year abroad is always out of place with the domestic ones.

But counting it, she hasn't spent four years in the country.

In fact, she thought it would be nice to finish the night when she was alone abroad.

If you are so tired that you can take a shower, and you will fall asleep soon after lying down.

She basically won't make herself think too much on such days, so as not to be able to help but feel wronged and cry.

After all, she is already twenty-four years old?

I was twenty years old when I went abroad and was in a secret marriage.

And this time...

Actually, who knows?

No one knows her here.

The car stopped at one of the most famous hotels in this place, and the restaurant in the sky was wrapped up. The whole floor was decorated with warm and romantic layout. There were even handsome men standing inside to play the violin.

Fu Yanye took her inside, and the staff asked her to take off her coat.

Fu Yanye glanced at him and said lightly: "I'll do it!"

Zhuo Jian felt that these etiquettes were troublesome, but when Fu Yanye stood beside her and held her collar back, she took it off and asked him to give it to the staff.

Fu Yanye also helped her pull the chair with a gentlemanly.

Zhuo Jian stood aside and watched, feeling a little hot. For some reason, he smiled: "Thank you!"

That thank you was low, but enough for him to hear it.

Fu Yanye stopped on her side.

Zhuo Jian looked outside, and the scenery of most of the city was in front of him. The silver lights by the river looked a little insignificant, but they were unique.

The violinist approached them with his violin and walked away.

The sound of the piano was melodious and beautiful. She didn't know what the song was, but she just felt that it was very affectionate.

It's a little unsuitable when both of them are there.

Zhuo Jian fiddled with the scarf, it was indeed a little hot, and her wound was a little itchy.

Fu Yanye looked at her little movements and asked her: "Are you sure you don't take off the scarf?"

"No! I feel so uncomfortable in the cervical spine recently."

She explained lightly.

The staff then started serving the dishes.

The last time Zhuo Jian enjoyed such treatment was when her father was there.

Fu Yanye no longer made things difficult for her, but he was a little distracted when he saw her hot little face flushing.

The meal was almost the same, and Zhuo Jian finally couldn't help asking him: "When did you book a restaurant?"

Because he had wrapped this floor, it was definitely not tonight.

"Before coming."

"How did you do it?"

Zhuo Jian was even more curious. Before he came, it was just a dozen hours ago, right?
Chapter completed!