There are still two people's clothes in the cupboard, from the outside to the inside.
But when he turned around and saw that the door was empty, he went to the bathroom and then went downstairs.
Zhuo Jian happened to come out with hot water and asked him: "Have you finished reading?"
"almost."
Fu Yanye said.
Zhuo Jian said no more, walked to the sofa, sat down, and put the water on the table.
Fu Yanye sat down on the single sofa in front of her, thinking about the toiletries for the two of them in the bathroom, as well as those private things.
Why is she so cold now?
"you......"
"The dean called me this afternoon. There is a special drug in your body. I think she injected it into you while you were in a coma."
"..."
Fu Yanye looked at her doubtfully.
Zhuo Jian sighed helplessly and looked at him, "Don't you want to know how you lost your memory?"
"You just told me."
Fu Yanye said.
He originally wanted to ask her about the test results first, but then he saw her and forgot about it.
Fu Yanye felt strange as to why she would let him forget some things that he originally thought were more important.
Zhuo Jian's light eyes looked straight at him without any avoidance or reserve.
Fu Yanye also looked at her.
"Although I know you have been injected with drugs, there is no solution yet."
"..."
"But don't be too depressed, it will get better."
Zhuo Jian didn't wait for him to speak, then continued.
Fu Yanye looked at her, "Yeah."
Suddenly, I don't know what to ask first.
She seemed to have arranged his affairs in an orderly manner, but she was not close to him.
"Shall we stay here tonight?"
Zhuo Jian looked around, then looked at him and asked for his opinion.
"Can."
Fu Yanye agreed.
"Then I'll sleep in the master bedroom, and you'll sleep in the guest room."
"..."
After she finished speaking, she stood up and planned to carry the water back to the bedroom.
"Zhuo Jian, you seem to be angry with me."
Fu Yanye suddenly stopped her.
Zhuo Jian didn't take a step forward. He looked down at him and smiled slightly: "Yes."
Fu Yanye raised his eyes to look at her.
She admitted it too readily.
"Is there any misunderstanding between us?"
Fu Yanye continued to ask her.
Zhuo Jian sat back again, "There is no misunderstanding between us."
"Then why are you angry?"
"..."
why are you mad?
Zhuo Jian looked at his strange and questioning eyes, shrugged helplessly, and scratched her hair, "I plan to get a haircut tomorrow."
"Um?"
Fu Yanye frowned.
"It's okay, it's fine."
Zhuo Jian smiled and continued to scratch his hair.
If it was before, he would definitely be unhappy if she wanted to get a haircut.
But now, not only is he not unhappy, he doesn't even feel it.
Well, he forgot.
Zhuo Jian thought about it and couldn't help but smile bitterly and said: "I really hope that one day we can take it easy."
"What to change?"
"Amnesia, let me forget you completely so that you can't get angry even if you get angry."
"..."
Fu Yanye looked at her, speechless for a moment.
"Stop talking and go to bed early."
Seeing that he was speechless, Zhuo Jian stood up and really left this time.
"Where do I sleep?"
"Don't you like sleeping on the sofa the most?"
Zhuo Jian reminded him.
"I like sleeping on the sofa?"
Fu Yanye didn't realize it.
"Yes, you slept on the sofa when we got married, and you slept on the sofa when you and Lin Ruxiang were abroad. When you came back, of course you still liked sleeping on the sofa."