Fu Yanye looked down at her, "I just think it's very good here."
It's hard to tell whether his eyes are gentle or affectionate.
Zhuo Jian knew that he didn't remember her, and he wouldn't be as moved as she was.
From the time she found him to this day, she still felt that it was unreal.
"Of course it's great here. This is home."
She lowered her head, turned around and walked inside first.
Fu Yanye watched her slender figure walking away and followed her with his long legs.
In the elevator, the two people were on each side, and Fu Yanye turned to look at her.
She seemed to be in a good mood tonight.
Not as cold and distant as before.
even......
Although she is still very squeamish, there is a unique gentleness in her squeamishness.
Yes, her sparkling eyes can speak and...
Fu Yanye held his breath and looked at her quietly.
Zhuo Jian felt that he was looking at him again, and asked him unhappily: "Why do you keep looking at me?"
Fu Yanye said nothing and turned to look to the other side.
The corners of his eyes were raised and his thin lips moved slightly.
He thought that he must have loved her very much.
Otherwise, how could he stand such a coquettish woman?
But how did he fall in love with her like this?
Fu Yanye couldn't help but look at her again.
Then not two seconds later, Zhuo Jian's merciless glare came again.
Her eyes are cute too.
Her eyes are big and bright, and they can get into people's hearts without even realizing it, disturbing their hearts...
He is no longer as strange as he was when he came back that day, so natural that he seems to be back to his former self.
After entering, the two of them walked in. Fu Yanye followed her and suddenly said: "Do I still like to sleep on the sofa tonight?"
Zhuo Jian's heart trembled and he stopped but did not look back.
"yes."
Not long after, he heard the unsatisfactory answer he had expected.
Okay, he will continue to like sleeping on the sofa.
But when he came out after taking a shower, she said, "Actually, you quite like sleeping in the guest room."
"So, I got three sons in the guest room?"
"..."
"I understand, I'll go."
Fu Yanye didn't argue with her and turned around and left.
Zhuo Jian stood in the bedroom, her breath a little weak.
Was that look in his eyes provocative? Or was it disdain?
Don't bother to argue with her.
"By the way, which room is my favorite?"
"..."
Zhuo Jian felt that his heart was about to jump out of his chest.
He is easy to talk to and well-behaved, just like a good husband with twenty-four filial piety.
And he is a good husband who knows how to tease his wife.
"Just next door."
After Zhuo Jian finished speaking, she walked towards the bathroom without raising her head.
Why, if she answers such a stupid question again, she will write her name backwards.
Fu Yanye went to the next door and saw that the cupboard was empty. He thought, maybe he didn't like sleeping in the guest room, right?
However, if Madam says she likes it, she just likes it.
He lay down on the bed in the guest room, a little hard.
But it's better than the sofa.
He had been sleeping on the sofa until he suspected that he was suffering from lumbar muscle strain.
When Zhuo Jian came out of the shower, Ouyang Ping called, "How are you with your husband?"
"In Shengyuan."
"Sheng Yuan? Just you two?"
Ouyang Ping's voice suddenly revealed ambiguity.
"He sleeps in the guest room."
Zhuo Jian heard it and immediately explained.
"Ah? You actually let him sleep in the guest room?"
Ouyang Ping didn't understand.
"yes."
"There's something wrong with you. It's such a cold day, shouldn't you ask him to warm your bed?"
Ouyang Ping asked her again.
Zhuo Jian sighed, sat down on the edge of the bed, looked at the ring on her hand and said softly: "He has been out with other women for so long, and I want him to sleep in my bed as soon as he comes back? I don't want to."
