But let's go. Just after she figured it out, he suddenly stopped and turned to look at her.
Although Zhuo Jian could not see his face clearly, she knew that he had turned around.
Fu Yanye fell back again, and soon a big black umbrella was held above her head.
"It's not for you, it's for my daughter in your belly."
Fu Yanye looked at her with dark eyes and explained.
"Who cares?"
Zhuo Jian said lightly and walked out.
Fu Yanye saw her walking into the rain, so he could only follow her in stride, raised his arm, and when he got to her side, he put his arm on her shoulders and hugged her domineeringly.
Zhuo Jian struggled twice but failed to get away.
On the contrary, the rain is getting heavier and heavier.
They can all hear it.
The raindrops hit the umbrellas, pitter-patter, and hit their hearts hard.
The two people looked at each other without saying anything.
At that moment, Zhuo Jian's heart suddenly felt hot, and her eyes became blurry.
Fu Yanye only said something very cold and wise: "Go home first before making trouble."
Are you going to make trouble again when you go home?
Did he think she was making trouble?
Okay, she'll show it to him.
When she got home, she kicked her shoes aside and walked in barefoot.
Fu Yanye watched from the door and thought she was really fooling around.
This is winter.
He changed his shoes, took her slippers and walked over.
Zhuo Jian was sitting on the sofa and deliberately ignored him when he saw him approaching, but accidentally saw the shoes he put next to her feet.
"Want me to put it on for you?"
Fu Yanye squatted beside her legs, looking straight at her with dark eyes and asking her.
Zhuo Jian glanced at him and kicked his foot in.
Who wants to be clothed by him?
Fu Yanye said nothing and sat down next to her.
"Are you hungry? Let me cook something to eat?"
Fu Yanye asked her.
Zhuo Jian listened, but didn't look at him or reply.
Fu Yanye sighed helplessly, stood up, took off his coat and put it neatly on one side, then rolled up his shirt sleeves and walked towards the kitchen.
Zhuo Jian leaned back on the sofa, feeling upset.
How did he do it, and still be in the mood to cook under such circumstances?
And didn’t he still have a headache at that time?
As soon as Zhuo Jian thought about his headache, she put everything else aside, got up and walked slowly to the kitchen to look at him.
Fu Yanye turned around and saw her and asked her, "Is something wrong?"
"If you feel uncomfortable, don't do it."
"Do you really care about me, or are you just being polite to me?"
Fu Yanye questioned her uncertainly.
Although his voice was in a questioning tone, the listener felt uncomfortable.
Was she being polite to him?
"If I really care about you, you don't have to think too much. It's not that I have any illusions about you. I just do it for the daughter who is related to you in my belly and the son we share."
Zhuo Jian suddenly remembered what he said at that time and forwarded it to him.
Fu Yanye looked at her for a long time and just smiled helplessly.
After all, there is still a distance between them.
That short beautiful time is simply unrealistic.
Fu Yanye smiled: "It doesn't matter to us, but my daughter cannot starve in your belly. Let's go out and wait for food."
"Since you care about your daughter so much, you should do a better job. She has an appetite."
Zhuo Jian was not polite when he heard that he was talking about her daughter again, and left after saying that.
Fu Yanye thought to herself, I don't know whether my daughter is picky or you are picky?
Zhuo Jian has been very picky lately and won't force herself to put a bite of anything she doesn't like into her mouth.
They are quite similar in this respect.
He has always been like this.
Zhuo Jian sat on the sofa for a while, the little one in her belly was moving around, which made her tired and helpless, and finally she smiled softly.
"Baby, what are you fussing about? Are you so happy to hear him cook for you? Don't be fooled by his sweet words. You can't trust a man's words."