The anger in Zhuo Jian's eyes was gradually extinguished, but it still stung for a long time.
"Care about my life or death? Fu Yanye, you know who you care about in your heart."
Zhuo Jian poked his chest hard with a finger and told him clearly every word.
Fu Yanye lowered his head and glanced at her slender fingers poking at him, and couldn't help but look at her again.
"Jealous?"
Fu Yanye frowned and questioned.
Jealous?
Zhuo Jian's face turned red immediately, "What nonsense are you talking about?"
Who is jealous?
But, who is so sad and angry because of their words?
Zhuo Jian suddenly turned his head and looked away in frustration.
Seeing her like that, Fu Yanye was so angry that he suddenly softened and pressed his forehead helplessly: "Baby, stop thinking so wildly. There is no one else in my heart except you."
Zhuo Jian raised his eyelashes, then lowered them again.
I don’t know whose heart it is, it’s so hot, as if it’s been boiled.
"But crashing a car is not a game, it is a very dangerous thing."
Fu Yanye was patient, his deep voice filled with doting and helplessness.
"I swear you are the only one here, stop thinking and messing around, okay?"
Fu Yanye held her hand to his heart, spread it out and placed it on it, begging.
Zhuo Jian glanced at the place he touched, and his heart sank unconsciously.
In fact, she originally wanted to scare the woman, but the woman kept provoking her.
And why is he so sure that she is just for him?
She took her hand away from his heart and retorted angrily: "Why do you think I am thinking so wildly? Do you think I hit her just for you?"
"Is not it?"
"of course not."
Zhuo Jian said angrily.
"For whom? For the son?"
Fu Yanye continued to ask her calmly.
"Just for my son."
His eyes suddenly became very hot, and then he couldn't even see his face clearly. Tears burst out of his eyes suddenly, and very quickly.
Fu Yanye looked at the tears on her face, raised his hand to wipe it gently for her, and whispered: "I know you are wronged, I know you are angry, but Zhuo Jian, really don't play games where you may lose your life anymore.
,Um?"
"You are just worried about her."
My heart suddenly felt like it had been hollowed out.
She couldn't be sure of anything, about his heart.
She slowly opened her hands against the wall, lowered her head, and let her tears fall to the ground one by one.
She felt like she was about to collapse. She hated him talking to her with such an attitude, making her unable to judge clearly.
"Why should I worry about her?"
Fu Yanye saw her lowering her head and crying, so she could only coax her in a low voice.
"Because she saved you, because you are childhood sweethearts."
Zhuo Jian's voice was unclear. As he spoke, he suddenly started to cry. He immediately raised his hand and covered his mouth with force.
"So what if I was my childhood sweetheart? So what if I saved my life? You are the one who married me, and you are the one who makes me heartache."
Fu Yanye answered the question softly.
When Zhuo Jian heard the word "distressed", she suddenly raised her hand and looked at him.
In the dim space, the two people looked at each other silently, and suddenly no one was speechless. Only her tears wet the palms of her hands.
"Do you know how worried I was when I saw you so impulsively trying to ram it? My heart would rush out with your car. If something happened to you, I wouldn't dare to think about it."
Fu Yanye finally wiped away her tears, held her face and spoke softly.
"Are you really worried about me?"
Zhuo Jian raised his eyes, filled with resentment, grievance, uncertainty, and longing.
Yes, she wasn't sure.
She still has no confidence in this relationship.
But she just wanted it.
Fu Yanye's eyes were gentle and doting, and he whispered: "You knew how to flirt with me when you were a child, but you know how to tease me when you grow up. My heart is so occupied by you here and there that there is no room for it.