Yan Zheng didn't wait for the answer he wanted. After enjoying a cigarette alone, he silently got into his car.
The night wind was no longer cold, but for some reason, the sound of Fu Yanye coming home suddenly echoed in his ears.
Suddenly I miss Zhong Mai.
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Shengyuan.
The huge house was already quiet at this time.
He did not go back to the room immediately, but went to the study room after seeing the children.
Stern words echoed in his ears.
If he can't stand up again, can he still keep Zhuo Jian by his side?
The fire in his heart grew stronger and stronger. He stood in front of the desk for a long time. Until he saw her office notebook light up, he still couldn't let go.
Perhaps out of reluctance, he unconsciously took out the cigarette and put it between his lips. The beautiful lighter clicked lightly, and a cluster of flames and gas soon filled the air with smoke.
He was smoking and wanted to open the window, but the window had not yet been opened. He stopped at the vase next to the bookshelf.
A large vase, the moonlight actually shines inside, like some drawing paper.
He suddenly reached out curiously to take it, and then unfolded it piece by piece.
It is a sketch of Zhuo Jian.
His eyes were fixed on the sketch, and suddenly something in his head jumped hard.
There were several pictures in there, none of them big. He opened them one by one and looked at them. All of them were Zhuo Jian's.
He was pretty sure it was his handwriting, but when did he draw it?
At this moment, he suddenly became convinced of something.
That is, he must have loved her very much before.
Otherwise, how to explain the small paintings one after another in this vase?
Fu Yanye opened all the drawing papers and looked at them before putting them back.
He thought Zhuo Jian probably hadn't opened it and read it.
"Fu Yanye."
Suddenly the study door was pushed open from the outside, and Zhuo Jian stood at the door and called him lazily.
Fu Yanye turned around and looked.
She was like a lazy little wild cat, lying on the door frame, her enchanting figure clearly visible.
Fu Yanye looked at her and said, "Come to me."
Zhuo Jian lazily walked over and leaned against him.
Fu Yanye immediately took the cigarette away, lowered his eyes and asked her, "Aren't you asleep?"
"I heard it was you coming back."
She looked at him with a smile, like a spoiled girl.
Fu Yanye raised his hand and touched her short hair, and kissed her forehead: "I have processed an email and will go to bed with you."
"Well, by the way, how is Brother Su Bai?"
Zhuo Jian agreed, but he went out to see Su Bai tonight, and she still remembered.
"I still want to push Zhang Mingliang away, but the possibility of pushing him away should be zero."
Fu Yanye responded.
"Um?"
Zhuo Jian didn't quite understand.
"Because Zhang Mingliang is very determined, Zhuo Jian..."
Fu Yanye touched her hair, but her words stopped abruptly.
"What's wrong?"
Zhuo Jian looked at him doubtfully and asked.
"Go back to your room."
He put out the cigarette butt in the ashtray on the desk.
"OK."
Zhuo Jian nodded in agreement, then hung on him lazily and followed him back to the room.
She didn't know what was going on, but she always felt that he was a little strange tonight.
And sure enough.
After returning to the house, she turned around and closed the door, when she was suddenly hugged from behind.