Fu Yanye looked down at her, "Do you still know that I will be angry?"
"Then you go find her."
I don't know why when I say it, it feels a bit sour.
It's obvious that she doesn't care.
It's better not to care.
She no longer loves him.
Fu Yanye looked down at her: "Do you really want me to find her?"
Zhuo Jian didn't know why, but she stretched out her hand and hooked his neck lazily, lying in his arms and gradually unable to open her eyes. She wanted to answer him, but she was already drowsy.
"Zhuo Jian?"
"Um?"
However, she could hear him calling her.
Fu Yanye knew that she had really drunk too much. She was not a good drinker and had not touched wine for a long time, so she would definitely get drunk.
He raised his eyes and looked ahead: "Passing by the drugstore to buy some hangover medicine."
"yes."
Wang Rui, who was driving in front, agreed.
Later, Wang Rui went to buy hangover medicine, and they were sitting behind her. Her hands were no longer hanging around his neck, but were placed on his waist, hugging him.
Fu Yanye looked down, wondering why she did this.
If it were before, he would definitely be very happy and excited.
He would definitely think that she loved him, so she would get close to him unconsciously.
but now......
She no longer loves him, why does she continue to do this?
Do you use him as a pillow?
"Fu Yanye."
She whispered his name in her drunken sleep.
She whispered his name like she had done on countless nights without him.
Fu Yanye's heart tightened, and he lowered his eyes to look at her again.
"Fu Yanye, don't find another woman."
"..."
"Don't find a stepmother for your son."
"..."
He knew how it could be that she was reluctant to give up on him, even dreaming, it was all for his son.
Fu Yanye turned to look out the window. When he saw Wang Rui coming out, he opened the car window to get some air.
It didn't know when it began to snow outside. He didn't know who said in his heart: "Jian Jian, it's snowing outside."
"It's your favorite snowy night."
Fu Yanye murmured in his heart, but his mouth did not move.
Suddenly her mind flashed back to her childhood, when the snow always fell so thickly for some reason. She ran out of home wearing pink snow boots, happily spinning in circles with her hands raised.
She grew up in a honeypot, and her smile was always so pure and innocent, as if all the sorrows of time had nothing to do with her.
Later, when he returned to Shengyuan, he patted her face and called her in a low voice: "Zhuo Jian, wake up."
She couldn't wake up and was tired in his arms. She turned around and wanted to change her position. Then her upper body was hung on his legs and he hugged her in time. Her lower body fell underneath and she was kneeling.
Her waist was pulled, and she groaned in pain, then raised her head with a cry, and complained delicately: "Fu Yanye, you hurt me."
"Where does it hurt you?"
Fu Yanye looked into her drunken and cute eyes and asked after a few seconds.
The originally quiet carriage suddenly became noisy. She pointed at herself and said, "Here, here, here, it all hurts."
"Is there anywhere else?"
Fu Yanye looked at her pitiful look about to cry and continued to ask.
Zhuo Jian's eyes moved, and she touched her body for a while, and then suddenly touched her heart. She lowered her head and looked at her heart with some confusion.
