Zhuo Jian was in a good mood when she saw him, and her voice was always soft.
"But your husband misses you very much now."
Fu Yanye said, staring at the video, he couldn't see anything and was even more sad.
Zhuo Jian finished wiping her hair and said, "I'm going to put down the towel and I'll be back soon."
"Blow dry your hair and come back and let Yuan Man do it for you."
Fu Yanye thought about it, but was still afraid that she would be tired.
Zhuo Jian only smiled and said nothing.
Fu Yanye also put down his mobile phone, gently covered the two people next to him with quilts, and then waited patiently. Hearing the sound of a hair dryer blowing hair, he felt a little warmer in his heart.
If she was at home, he would help her.
Zhuo Jian came back five minutes later: "It's done."
He rolled onto the bed holding his cell phone, and then saw that he was no longer in the video, and there was not even any sound.
She asked softly: "Are you asleep?"
"No."
There was finally a voice on the other end, but she still didn't see him, only the lights on the roof of their house.
Zhuo Jianjian also put down his phone, turned over and lay down, and said softly: "How about we sleep, I'm a little sleepy."
"Don't turn it off."
Fu Yanye said.
Zhuo Jian looked back at her phone and couldn't help but excitedly test it softly: "You won't feel safe as soon as I turn it off, right?"
"yes."
"..."
Unexpectedly, he admitted it without hesitation.
"Am I that important?"
Zhuo Jian couldn't help but ask again.
I just want to hear him say something nice.
"Um."
However, he always jumped out word after word, and he really cherished words like gold.
"I'm so important, shouldn't you say a few more words to me? What is it, uh-huh."
She spoke slowly, expecting him to say a few more words.
Fu Yanye was lying on the bed, touching her pillow and laughing softly.
In the dark space, only he himself knew why his heart was filled with waves of heat.
It's missing.
He missed a woman terribly after just being away from him for more than ten hours.
how so?
He never felt that he could be influenced by women.
What's more, it's still so deadly.
"Fu Yanye."
Zhuo Jian couldn't hear him, so she called him in a low voice.
"I am here."
This time it wasn't a word, but there was still nothing else.
Zhuo Jian felt that she might not be able to hear a few more words from him, and began to feel sleepy.
The big bed was cold and hard, and she couldn't help but murmured: "I miss our big bed so much, it's warm and soft."
There was no response. Zhuo Jian thought that he must have fallen asleep. He took a breath, turned his waist, and his eyelids began to twitch, and he would soon fall asleep.
Just when she was about to fall asleep, she suddenly heard a voice coming from the video.