Fu Yanye patiently reminded her that the elevator would be closed if she didn't come out again.
Only then did Zhuo Jian come to his senses, lowered his head and walked out.
Just as the elevator door was about to close, Fu Yanye reached out to block it and stared at her with a slightly unhappy frown.
Zhuo Jian was also startled, but when she saw him standing aside, she immediately relaxed a little. However, she still couldn't help being nervous after going out.
"You didn't go to dinner with your sister?"
She pretended to be calm.
Fu Yanye stared at her with black eyes: "Yeah."
They returned home together.
"Are the children asleep?"
After entering, Zhuo Jian sounded very quiet.
"Well, not long after I fell asleep, the socializing you were talking about was having dinner with Zhang Mingliang?"
Fu Yanye asked her back.
"yes!"
Zhuo Jian was startled for a moment, remembering that she had lied to him about having a dinner party in the afternoon.
Fu Yanye looked at her with dark eyes for a few seconds. She was obviously trying to deal with him.
Zhuo Jian felt guilty when he saw him, lowered her head and continued walking in. After walking a few steps, she turned back and said, "Then I'll go upstairs to rest."
"..."
Fu Yanye looked at her as if she couldn't avoid him, and then turned around and went upstairs. For a moment, she felt very blocked.
He refused Fu Yanqing a meal not just to come back and see through her lies.
Zhuo Jian returned to the room and saw that her sons were already asleep. After a while, she took her pajamas and went into the bathroom.
When she came out of the bath, her aunt had already heated the water mixed with Chinese medicine for her. When she came out, she reminded her: "It's still half an hour."
"You have worked hard."
Zhuo Jian nodded politely, and her aunt nodded and was about to go out. She met Fu Yanye at the door and said hello: "Master."
"Um."
Fu Yanye said lightly, and after walking in, his eyes looked at the foot bath bucket placed in front of the sofa, and there was an unpleasant smell of Chinese medicine.
She had just sat down on the sofa when she saw him coming in and asked, "Why haven't you rested yet?"
Fu Yanye glanced at his watch, then sat down next to her, "It's still early."
It's true that they are not used to going to bed early.
But he suddenly sat down next to her and looked at her foot bath. Zhuo Jian subconsciously asked: "Does it smell bad? You can go out."
"Is your ankle injury coming back?"
Fu Yanye did not reply to her question, but asked her a question instead.
Zhuo Jian listened and looked at his ankle, which was no longer visible.
"I haven't had a recurrence, but I take a bath several times a week to feel more comfortable."
Zhuo Jian replied to him lightly.
Fu Yanye bent down and suddenly pinched her thin legs and lifted them up.
Zhuo Jian: "..."
He looked at her ankles with a serious look in his eyes.
You can't see anything with the naked eye, but it's obviously not good for her to be like this.
Fu Yanye frowned: "I'll have nothing to do tomorrow. I'll accompany you to the hospital for a check-up."
"I just checked it out not long ago, so I don't need to keep going."
Zhuo Jian said, pinching his wrist and pushing it gently, then put his feet into the bucket again.
Fu Yanye also turned to look at her, and then there was a slightly cool touch on his wrist, which then became warmer little by little.
Zhuo Jian slowly let go of him, pretending to be normal and murmured, "You'd better go out, you didn't like the smell before."
Fu Yanye frowned: "Why don't I like it anymore?"
"..."
"Or do you like the taste?"
Fu Yanye couldn't accept it.
She has liked sweet-smelling things since she was a child, and hates this strange smell the most.
Zhuo Jian didn't look at him anymore, just sighed helplessly, touched her calf and whispered: "I don't hate it either."
Fu Yanye stopped talking and just watched her bend over to rub her calves. He subconsciously left the sofa, half-knelt in front of her, and held the place where she had just pinched her.