The other end picked up quickly and said politely, "Hello, Teacher Zhuo."
"I am Teacher Zhuo's husband, Fu Yanye."
Fu Yan reported himself to his family at night.
There was silence on the other end for a long time, and then he suddenly said humbly: "Mr. Fu, hello."
"Name."
Fu Yanye asked him the question directly without being polite to him.
"Mr. Fu, we can talk to you if you have anything to say."
The other party feels strong pressure
"My wife should know who you are?"
"..."
"So be it."
Fu Yanye suddenly thought that it was unnecessary for him to make this call and just ask Zhuo Jian directly. After all, this was a person in Zhuo Jian's circle of friends.
He turned to look at Zhuo Jian again. Zhuo Jian had already found his pajamas and took them to the bathroom.
She didn't seem to take it seriously?
How could she not take it seriously?
Is it pretending?
Or does she really feel nothing?
Fu Yanye stood there and watched, suddenly unable to exert any strength. After she entered the bathroom, he looked down at her mobile phone again.
There were very few people chatting in her circle of friends. The person who sent his photo even only asked how Teacher Zhuo was, but Zhuo Jian didn't reply.
The people chatting in front are Ouyang Ping and Li Yuqing, then there are Zhang Mingliang and Zhong Mai, and below is Jian Qian.
Fu Yanye felt that he had an extra headache and even felt a little dizzy.
When he was sitting on the sofa, holding his forehead with his hands, a voice suddenly flashed in his ears, "Let's get a divorce."
My mind was confused for a moment.
"Fu Yanye, we never want to see each other again."
It's her voice.
Why is she so aggrieved and humble?
That's not like her.
He had seen her soft and sweet look. When had she ever been humble?
who's that person?
Zhuo Jian came out of the bathroom, wearing a loose nightgown, and looked at the person sitting on the sofa with his forehead pressed. His heart tightened, and he immediately went forward, "Fu Yanye, what's wrong with you?"
Fu Yanye suddenly put down his hand and raised his head to look at her.
She is different from the silhouette in my mind.
But......
Who is that if she isn't her?
"You have a headache again?"
Zhuo Jian looked at his bad expression and asked nervously.
"Don't worry."
He said four words dullly.
Zhuo Jian looked at him, unable to recover for a while.
His condition is not right.
"Go to the hospital."
Zhuo Jian feels that there are times when you can’t be too busy venting your anger.
Such as now.
They have to go to the hospital.
However, just as she was about to change her clothes, her wrist was suddenly held.
His palm was hot, and it soon reached her heart.
Zhuo Jian turned around and saw Fu Yanye's deep black eyes looking straight at her. There was something long-lost in it that already made her feel unfamiliar. Was it concern?
Still missing?
She didn't dare to jump to conclusions.
Or maybe it's just her whim.
However, my eyes were inexplicably hot when I was thinking about it.
"Don't go."
There was a hint of weakness in his deep voice.
Zhuo Jian was really a little confused and just looked at him stupidly.
She didn't know what it was, but she was already pulled into his lap and held in his arms. He looked at her, searching for something in her eyes.
Zhuo Jian also looked at him. It took a long time to restrain the torment of loss that came from nowhere, and asked him, "Did you remember anything?"
"no."
Fu Yanye objected, but still hugged her and buried his face in her collarbone inside her shoulder.
Zhuo Jian lowered her head and looked at him. She didn't dare to move at this moment, and even wanted to appease him.
But what does she comfort?
If he didn't think of it, she...
The hand that was raised to stroke his hair slowly fell back and tightened silently.