Fu Yanye saw an abnormal blush on her face and looked down at the place where he was holding her.
He was just in a hurry just now, but her ankles were so thin, and...
There was a shallow mark there. He looked down and said, "What's wrong with you here?"
"It's okay, let go first."
Zhuo Jian reminded him again uncomfortably.
Instead of letting go, Fu Yanye moved both of her legs onto his lap.
Her scars have all been corrected and cannot be seen unless you look carefully.
But......
Fu Yanye discovered the traces, and Yuan Man's words suddenly rang in his mind: Madam had been injured, very seriously.
"When Chengcheng was stolen?"
Fu Yanye asked her again.
Zhuo Jian's eyes were clearly blurred and he lowered his head in acquiescence.
She really didn't want to be pretentious at all, but when he hugged her legs and wouldn't let go, she really wanted to cry to him.
"Is it Lin Ruxiang?"
Fu Yanye asked again.
Hearing him mention Lin Ruxiang, Zhuo Jian finally raised her eyes to look at him again, although she couldn't see clearly.
"She found it, not by her own hands."
Zhuo Jian lowered his head and tried to pull his legs back as he spoke.
But Fu Yanye held her injured front firmly, and then continued to ask her, "What else?"
"Let's not talk about the past anymore, okay?"
Zhuo Jian asked, also making a request.
Fu Yanye saw that her eyes were sparkling, so he didn't ask any more questions, but he didn't say any more nonsense, and just picked her up from the sofa.
Zhuo Jian reflexively raised her hand to hook his shoulder, "What are you doing?"
"If you don't sleep on the sofa if you have a bed, people who don't know better would think you're out of your mind."
"..."
There are only two of them in this room, who would know?
Fu Yanye hugged her and put her on the bed. Zhuo Jian remembered that he pressed her left shoulder: "Stop arguing with me, or do you want us to have something else?"
"..."
"I think they could have another sister."
His eyes were cold, and when he spoke he was not discussing, but threatening.
Zhuo Jian had no choice but to lie there, with the back of his head resting firmly on the pillow.
But his eyes were filled with anger and did not disappear.
Fu Yanye looked at her and suddenly didn't know what to do.
She doesn't want to mention the unpleasant things in the past.
She said she didn't want to treat his injuries because no one would treat hers.
Fu Yanye suddenly wanted to know how he could watch her being injured but still let Lin Ruxiang live indifferently.
He clearly knew that he did not love Lin Ruxiang.
Even if he loses his memory.
Zhuo Jian was frightened by what he saw. Seeing that he didn't know what he was thinking, she reminded him in a low voice: "Stop thinking too much. The doctor said you shouldn't think too much now."
"Have I ever told you that I don't love Lin Ruxiang."
Fu Yanye came back to his senses, stared at her and asked.
Zhuo Jian choked with sobs, looked at him for a few seconds and then responded softly: "Yes."
have?
That's good.
Fu Yanye breathed a sigh of relief.
"Go to bed early, you have to go to work tomorrow."
Zhuo Jian then reminded him.
"Um."
He promised her, but he searched for her face that was no bigger than a palm. He especially wanted to know everything that had happened between them immediately, but damn, he couldn't remember anything.
Zhuo Jian looked at him in that same posture in front of her, turned her face to the side in embarrassment, and said softly: "Fu Yanye, go to bed quickly."
Silence was the only response he gave her, and then he slowly leaned down.