When the old lady arrived at the door, she threw away the servant and said, "Oh, why are you helping me? I'm not really sick!"
"..."
The two aunts looked at her dumbfounded.
But the old lady looked out eagerly at the car that was taking her back in the yard, and muttered in a low voice: "The boy's mouth was bitten, and he said it was Jian Jian's baby who bit him. Now he is talking to Jian Jian again."
The baby is in the car, is it biting again?"
The two aunts were a little surprised when they heard her words, but they reflexively took a peek.
Fu Yanye hugged her shoulders and pressed her into the chair. He turned over on top of her and pressed her down. He threatened her with great force: "Don't you dare to smoke one for me again in the future!"
"Brother! Should I call you brother from now on? My parents are gone, and now I'm the only one. If you don't mind, then I'll recognize you as my eldest brother, okay?"
Zhuo Jian looked at the sudden fire in his eyes. She could no longer say that this was an illusion. He might just care about her!
Probably because they grew up together, he couldn't just be an ordinary bystander.
He has feelings for her!
But that kind of feeling is not love!
Fu Yanye frowned, should he be her eldest brother?
Seeing how harmlessly she smiled, he held her shoulder a little harder.
Who wants to be her bullshit big brother?
He stood up suddenly and rolled back into his chair.
Before I put my clothes in order and got off the car, I just gave a faint order: "No smoking in the future!"
Zhuo Jian was still lying there, slowly calming down the throbbing he had caused her.
She is not a regular smoker either.
Nothing more than...
It’s so boring!
As for the fact that he concealed the fact that Ruxiang found someone to remove the red paint for her, who could she blame him for?
Zhuo Jian then opened the car door and got out of the car. The wind ruffled her hair and brought the familiar smell of smoke to her nose.
Fu Yanye lit a cigarette with his back to the wind. After taking two puffs, he saw her coming out and raised his hand towards her.
Zhuo Jian subconsciously walked over and asked him with a smile: "What are your instructions, brother?"
"Yell another one?"
Fu Yanye immediately stepped forward to beat her.
Zhuo Jian stepped back and smiled even more.
Fu Yanye felt very itchy when he saw her like that. With a cigarette in his mouth, he reached for her bag with his slender hands.
Zhuo Jian: "..."
Fu Yanye quickly rummaged through her bag as if rummaging through her own bag and found the cigarettes she bought this morning. After taking a look at them, he asked her in disgust: "You rarely smoke this kind of stuff?"
"Big brother will buy it for me later!"
Zhuo Jian told him with a smile on his face.
Fu Yanye's brows twitched again, and her liver hurt because of her big brother's words.
"Confiscated!"
Fu Yanye returned the bag to her, then walked inside holding the box of cigarettes.
Passing by the trash can, he threw the box of cigarettes that he had crushed into pieces.
Zhuo Jian felt that if the smoke could scream pain, it would be deafening.
But she wasn't in the mood to pity the box of cigarettes, so she followed him in.
The old lady immediately sat down on the sofa, looking awkward in her movements. As she sat down, she hummed: "Oh, my old waist!"
"Grandma, is your waist uncomfortable? I'll help you press it later!"
"Okay! After lunch, you can stay and help me press it!"
The old lady listened to Zhuo Jian's words and agreed thoughtfully.
Fu Yanye sat nearby, watching his old lady whispering to Zhuo Jian again, and couldn't help but snort.
The old lady looked back at him after hearing this: "What are you humming?"
Before Fu Yanye could think of how to answer, he heard Zhuo Jian say: "Grandma, how about I be your goddaughter? Let Young Master Ye be my eldest brother! Then we can still be a family!"