"After all, white lies can sometimes be self-defeating. When he grows up, he may still remember that we lied to him."
"Fu Yanye, you..."
Zhuo Jian wanted to scold him, but couldn't find the words.
It turns out he was waiting for her here.
Seeing that she finally reacted, Fu Yanye couldn't help but laugh. As soon as she turned around, he held her small waist before she even raised her hand.
Zhuo Jian's waist was strained, and the hot temperature immediately made her face turn red and white, "Release me."
"I'm really going to sleep in the guest room tonight. I'll be very satisfied if you don't run away from home."
Fu Yanye told her in a soft voice.
"Don't think that if you do this, I will pretend that I didn't hear anything. It's not like you, Fu Yanye, can't do that kind of thing."
Zhuo Jian looked into his gentle eyes, her nose suddenly felt sore, and she almost cried as she said these words.
But what is there to cry about now?
She looked down at the position of his heart and fell silent.
Fu Yanye was moved by her stubbornness and realized that he must have been very domineering in the past.
In fact, now, he almost couldn't help but swallow her directly.
Why endure it?
After all, this is my woman.
How could he, who is so delicate and soft, be willing to stay alone in an empty room?
But......
"I'll review it and go back to the guest room."
Fu Yanye hugged her with one arm and raised his other hand to hold her cheek.
He just wanted her to look at him again.
Zhuo Jian was forced to raise her head and met his gentle and unbearable eyes again.
But she just persisted.
Fu Yanye had no choice but to say goodbye: "Good night, remember to call me if you need anything."
Zhuo Jian told him with her eyes that nothing would happen if you think too much.
"I expected something, like a son insisting on finding his father."
Fu Yanye expressed his fantasy.
After all, he really didn't want to stay alone in an empty room.
Finally I found a way to call her back.
Zhuo Jian looked up at him and asked him with her eyes when he would leave.
Fu Yanye reluctantly backed out, closed the door and lowered his head, finally able to smile.
I don't know why, but she looks so cute when she's angry.
He couldn't help but raise his hand and rub his heart. He felt that he couldn't hold it anymore.
If there is no misunderstanding between them, they should love each other very much, right?
To misunderstand that thing, it really comes as a matter of fact.
As Zhuo Jian said, it was a misunderstanding from the beginning.
Who asked him to send her abroad without saying a word?
Who asked him to let her sign the divorce agreement without any explanation?
divorce agreement?
Fu Yanye's temples suddenly tightened, and some fragmented sounds swept through his mind like an old and broken record.
When Zhuo Jian came out of the shower, she saw his tall body curled up beside the bed, holding his head tightly with both hands. She couldn't help but walked over: "Fu Yanye."
Hesitant Chengcheng was on the bed, her voice was very soft.
"Fu Yanye, what's wrong with you?"
Zhuo Jian walked closer and lowered his head to observe him.
He looks very uncomfortable?
Zhuo Jian thought about whether his brain injury was still healed, and became even more nervous.
"Fu Yanye?"
Her voice was softer, and her hand gently touched his black hair. Before she could bend down, her wrist was suddenly grabbed, and her waist was also hugged.