The decoration here is similar to their home, but there are fewer things inside.
Soon after he walked in, he saw Zhuo Jian.
She was lying on the sofa, as if asleep.
Fu Yanye walked towards her with long legs and looked down at her condescendingly.
She has really changed a lot, so much so that he can't even recognize her.
He took off his coat and gently put it on her body, then sat down diagonally across from her.
After the new phones were turned on, some software was downloaded, and then they started collecting news about them.
Fu Yanye lowered his eyes and looked at the news about them, as well as some of the major events that Wu Fei had sent him overtime about them that had been deleted from the Internet.
At twelve o'clock at noon, it turned from sunny to overcast outside.
Fu Yanye suddenly felt a little cold, glanced at the sleeping woman, stood up and went to her side.
Zhuo Jian only felt dizzy and cold, and turned around again...
Something was pressed under her body, and her thick long eyelashes moved. She slowly saw the fabric in front of her clearly. She slowly raised her eyes and saw his face.
"Did I wake you up?"
Fu Yanye looked at her with dark eyes and asked.
Zhuo Jian was startled, and saw that his posture was not right when he was bending over. After carefully feeling under his body, he immediately sat up.
Her head was still hot, but she was able to reason.
Fu Yanye also stood up: "I felt a little cold just now. I was afraid that you would catch a cold, so I wanted to take you back to your room to sleep."
"..."
Zhuo Jian was surprised by his explanation and quickly lowered her eyes after looking at him.
Is he worried about her?
How can it be.
He didn't remember her at all, but she remembered how cold and indifferent he was to her before.
Fu Yanye looked at her deeply, not knowing what she was thinking, and reminded him lightly: "Go to bed by yourself?"
Zhuo Jian subconsciously looked up at him again.
If you don’t go to bed by yourself, how about sleeping together?
She felt ashamed of what she was thinking. She turned her head and looked towards the kitchen. Suddenly she felt a little hungry and got up.
Fu Yanye was still standing there, grabbing one of her arms: "Don't you want to pay attention to me?"
"I'm a little hungry, let's go get something to eat."
Zhuo Jian weakly replied to him, looking down at him holding her arm.
Fu Yanye noticed her gaze and realized that his move seemed too rash, so he let go of her.
Zhuo Jian went to the kitchen, but Fu Yanye soon followed.
Can she cook?
But there were only eggs in the refrigerator. Zhuo Jian felt a little disappointed after looking at the refrigerator. She wanted to drink some hot soup.
After taking out the eggs, she hesitated for a few seconds between steamed eggs and egg soup, and then she decided to make egg soup.
Fu Yanye looked at her side, and then looked in the refrigerator. Sure enough, it was empty.
"Want some soup? I'll do it."
As he spoke, he unbuttoned his cuffs and stood next to her with his sleeves rolled up.
Zhuo Jian turned his face slightly, wanting to look at him but feeling powerless.
He didn't even remember her. He still remembered that he was going to marry Lin Ruxiang, and he helped her make soup. She murmured: "No need."
Fu Yanye stopped rolling up his sleeves and looked at her: "What? You think I can't do it?"
Think he won't?
Zhuo Jian looked up at him. Fu Yanye only glanced at her, and she felt inexplicably panicked. She lowered her eyes and started playing with the wok.
Zhuo Jian said: "I can do it myself."
"But you are very weak now and look like you will faint at any time."
Fu Yanye didn't look at her again. After opening the fire, he took a bottle of pure water, opened it, and put it aside for later use.
"We were actually going to get divorced."
She lowered her head, her voice was low and a little hoarse.
divorce?
Fu Yanye turned to look at her.
"A lot of things happened between us in the past three years."
