"What happened to you? You fainted suddenly? Have you recovered your memory?"
Yan Zheng looked at him expectantly.
"No."
Fu Yanye spoke to him with a stern face.
Yan Zheng: "Then, why did you faint suddenly?"
"You follow me to the bathroom."
Fu Yanye said and walked to the bathroom.
Yan Zheng frowned, what are these two grown men doing in the bathroom?
However, I followed him in in the end.
"close the door."
Fu Yanye stood inside, arms folded across his chest as a reminder.
Yan Zheng frowned and reluctantly closed the door.
Zhuo Jian, on the other hand, stood at the window and watched curiously as the bathroom door was closed, and her mind was filled with questions.
She also wanted to know why two grown men locked themselves in the bathroom?
Normally, don’t women and men stay in the bathroom?
Zhuo Jian was suddenly curious and couldn't help but walk towards the bathroom.
But after she passed by, she put her ear to the door and couldn't hear anything clearly.
Yan Zheng's face suddenly darkened, thinking about what Fu Yanye said just now.
"Maybe there's a sign to remember?"
The two were close to each other, discussing.
"maybe."
Fu Yanye said weakly, looking towards the door with his phoenix eyes.
"I told you before that Zhuo Jian has been injured many times, and I don't know which one you heard, but why did you suddenly think of that?"
"I received my lost phone."
"..."
Yan Zheng looked at him strangely.
Fu Yanye sighed and walked towards the door.
Yan Zheng turned to look at him and watched him suddenly open the door.
Then Zhuo Jian, who was lying on the door, immediately bumped into his chest, which was as strong as a city wall.
"ah."
Zhuo Jian closed her eyes tightly in pain, and her eyes were all distorted.
Fu Yanye looked down at her with narrowed eyes, "I'm still angry."
Zhuo Jian immediately stood up and looked up at him pitifully, "Why are you angry?"
"What do you think?"
Fu Yanye reminded her with his eyes that it was what Sheng Xin just said.
Zhuo Jian came to his senses, but still couldn't help but glance inside.
The corner of Yan Zheng's mouth twitched, feeling that the way Zhuo Jian looked at him was not straight.
Recently his wife was reading a novel in which the two men were particularly ambiguous and fascinating.
"What are you looking at? Are you worried that your husband will change his personal preferences?"
Fu Yanye asked her bluntly.
Zhuo Jian raised her head and looked at him dumbfounded. His eyes were so cold, but he seemed to have seen through everything and saw through her heart.
She couldn't help but raise her hand to cover her heart, "No, I'm worried that your mysophobia will feel uncomfortable in the bathroom. If you have anything to say, please say it. If I can't listen, I'll go out."
"Get out? Where to go? Find that man to flirt with you again?"
"..."
Zhuo Jian was stunned.
Yan Zheng seemed to have heard some extraordinary gossip, so he continued to listen with his ears pricked up.
"When I was in the hospital, you were wherever I was, never leaving, you know?"
Fu Yanye reminded her.
Zhuo Jian nodded dullly, and then asked him in a low voice, "Now, do the three of us want to stay in the bathroom and chat together?"
"puff."
Later, Yan Zheng made a humble sound to Zhuo Jian, which made him laugh.
Fu Yanye was so angry that he had a headache and gave Yan Zheng a killing look.
Yan Zheng had no choice but to raise his voice and pretend to be serious: "Okay, okay, since you're fine, I won't delay you and your wife's flirting here. Take your leave."
Fu Yanye and Zhuo Jian opened the door and walked out solemnly.
"Brother Yan Zheng, let me see you off."
Zhuo Jian subconsciously ran away.
Fu Yanye stood by the wall and said in a low voice: "You dare to go."