He doesn't like to talk to her, but he doesn't like being untidy.
So she likes to make little mistakes on herself, deliberately dirty her face, and deliberately wears beautiful princess dresses without tying the straps at the back.
He didn't know how to tie a bow at that time, but later he learned how to tie it.
Fu Yanye lowered his head and arranged the bow for her.
Zhuo Jian looked at him and suddenly lost consciousness.
"Your memory shouldn't be that bad."
He looked at her with dark black eyes and concluded in a low voice.
The bathroom is not big, and the two of them are so close to each other.
Zhuo Jian suddenly found it difficult to refute.
"Have you tied it for you before?"
Fu Yanye suddenly stepped forward, held her face and asked her in a deep voice.
Zhuo Jian didn't dare to look at him, her heart was beating like thunder, and she denied it after a while: "No."
"If you say you don't have it now, then you have it."
Fu Yanye looked at her with more determination.
Zhuo Jian looked up at him angrily, wondering how he could be so sure.
"Go out and wait for me, if you don't want to..."
"I wanted to go out, but you blocked me."
Zhuo Jian retorted before he could finish his words.
Fu Yanye: "..."
She was indeed blocked by him.
And he still wanted to keep blocking her like this.
Fu Yanye stepped back slightly.
Zhuo Jian jumped down.
"Be careful."
Her slender waist was quickly hugged by him again, and when she raised her eyes, he looked worried. Zhuo Jian felt hot in her heart, and then carefully left him: "I'll get you a quilt."
"A cruel woman."
Fu Yanye murmured.
Zhuo Jian was in a good mood, so she hugged a quilt and put it on the sofa for him.
There was a knock on the door from outside. Zhuo Jian was confused and said, "Please come in."
"mom?"
"I forgot to bring you the Chinese medicine I bought for you last time, but it's convenient to give it to you as a spare."
Wang Yue said.
"Thank you, Mom."
Zhuo Jian reached out to pick it up.
"No, it's a bit hot. I'll put it down for you."
Wang Yue said, holding the cup of medicine and walking towards inside.
Zhuo Jian followed her, but heard her suddenly ask: "Hey, why is there a quilt on the sofa?"
"Ah? Ah, I just turned it over and chose which one I want to build tonight."
Zhuo Jian touched his neck nervously.
Wang Yue glanced at her, then stood up: "Have you made your choice?"
"The choice has been made."
"Then I took this one away. It hasn't been used for a long time and it's not clean anymore."
"..."
Zhuo Jian turned around and looked at Wang Yue who was holding the quilt and leaving. Suddenly, she didn't know whether to be grateful or cry.
When Fu Yanye came out of it, he heard the sound of people ringing and asked, "Has someone been here just now?"
"Mother."
Zhuo Jian heard his voice and turned to look at him, even more aggrieved.
Fu Yanye looked at her appearance, made some guesses, walked towards her, looked at the empty sofa, "Where's the quilt?"
"Taken away by mother."
Zhuo Jian whispered.
Fu Yanye felt happy and suddenly laughed, "Then..."
"I feel sorry for you. There is a coat to cover you inside. It's not very cold now. You..."
"Zhuo Jian."
Fu Yanye narrowed his eyes, feeling very unhappy.
Could this woman not feel sorry for him at all?
"But look, there's only one quilt left here. If I cover you with it, I won't have anything to cover you with. As you know, I drag my feet when I get sick and it takes a long time to get better."
Zhuo Jian pretended to be weak and explained to him.
That look, no matter how you look at it, makes you want to slap her.
Fu Yanye narrowed his eyes to a slit, held his waist with his hands, and said to her: "It's not that there is no way to get the best of both worlds."
