Although he doesn't realize that he likes sleeping on the sofa.
——
Early the next morning, Zhuo Jian stretched out on the big bed and woke up.
"Knock knock."
A gentle knock on the door sounded.
Zhuo Jian turned around and looked at the door, "Who, who?"
My throat has not yet awakened, and the first sound has not come out.
"I plan to prepare breakfast. It will be ready in half an hour."
Across the door, he reminded her uncomfortably.
Zhuo Jian's heart skipped a beat as she listened.
But not long after, I didn't know why, but I suddenly felt very happy.
She suppressed her laughter and pretended to be cold: "Oh, I got it."
There was no more movement outside the door. She listened carefully for a while, and then finally couldn't help laughing.
However, she didn't want to be so caring about him so quickly.
Who makes him always forget her?
Zhuo Jian touched her belly, thinking that it was time for her to get up and have breakfast.
Fu Yanye went to the vegetable market early in the morning to buy fresh vegetables and came back. After Zhuo Jian washed up and went downstairs, he was already busy in the kitchen.
She was wearing a green above-the-knee dress today. Fu Yanye glanced at her indifferently, then turned back to look at her seriously.
She is on the thin side and looks good in this kind of skirt.
but......
He was a little concerned about the color.
Zhuo Jian noticed the dissatisfaction in his eyes and pretended that she didn't see it.
She walked to him with her hands behind her back and glanced at the casserole he was sitting on the stove, "Is it white porridge?"
"Um."
"There should be no sugar at home. I only drink sweet things."
Zhuo Jian pretended to be picky and said.
Fu Yanye looked at her again. Every move she made, even her eyelashes, showed that she hated him, so he nodded: "When I went shopping just now, I bought some sugar."
"..."
Zhuo Jian looked at him in surprise, not understanding how he could be so thoughtful.
After thinking about it, I felt a little sour in my heart, so I couldn't help but ask him: "Isn't it because I used to buy sweets for your wife who needed to be taken care of?"
"What she likes to eat should be chocolate."
Fu Yanye looked at her seriously and spoke firmly.
Zhuo Jian: "..."
Does Lin Ruxiang like to eat chocolate?
In order to maintain the elegant and elegant image of everyone, Lin Ruxiang always told them that it was something only immature little girls would like.
However, he must have often bought chocolates for Lin Ruxiang before.
Thinking of Lin Ruxiang calling her husband one after another, Zhuo Jian became even more angry and couldn't help but mutter: "Did she always call you husband before?"
"Um?"
"Then do you keep calling her wife?"
"..."
Fu Yanye saw a sour taste in her eyes for the first time.
"I'm not jealous, I'm just angry. You are my legally recognized husband, but you care about another woman every day."
"If I wasn't with her, you wouldn't have been able to find me so quickly, right?"
"Listening to what you said, should I still thank her?"
"Zhuo Jian..."
Fu Yanye was helpless.
She is obviously jealous now and is a bit unreasonable.
But......
How could he blame her.
Seeing the plain ring on her hand, he changed the subject, "Did you find my ring?"
Zhuo Jian was startled, then turned around and walked out: "No."
I just don't like him anywhere.
I don’t remember that she has served Lin Ruxiang for so long.
Why?
But when she thought that he was looking for her, her heart became very hot.
Fu Yanye helped her serve the porridge, and seeing something crystal clear in her clear eyes, he consciously didn't ask any more questions.
"Well."
Zhuo Jian wanted to fill his stomach first, but suddenly felt uncomfortable in his stomach. He put down the spoon and got up and ran outside.
Fu Yanye watched her figure disappear with dark eyes, and Lin Ruxiang's words before he was taken away suddenly appeared in his mind.