He seemed a little upset and didn't give her a chance to ask again.
"I won't eat anymore."
Zhuo Jian said angrily, turned around and left.
"Since you no longer intend to have our family, what do I have to do with you?"
"..."
Zhuo Jian stopped, holding the fabric of his clothes with both hands, and said nothing for a long time.
There was sudden silence in the huge space.
"Or is it like in the movie, if I just say a word, you will be willing to stay for me as my head wife?"
Fu Yanye continued to ask her.
He knew it was impossible.
He had asked for it a long time ago, on Christmas Eve.
Zhuo Jian choked and nodded: "You are right, I will not stay."
"What?"
She seemed to be talking to herself, but Fu Yanye didn't hear her clearly at all.
Zhuo Jian suddenly turned his head and smiled at him shortly afterwards, "I said I really wouldn't stay."
she left.
Fu Yanye naturally didn't need to cook this meal. He turned off the fire he had just turned on, put his hands on the table, and sighed helplessly.
But soon the door was opened from the outside again.
His dark eyes darkened again.
Zhuo Jian came back again.
She forgot her bag and coat.
When I get angry, I lose my brain.
Fu Yanye walked out and saw her hurriedly walking out with her bag and coat, and suddenly her hand loosened her hold on the phone.
"Snapped."
The phone fell to the ground.
Zhuo Jian heard the sound and looked in that direction.
Fu Yanye held his forehead with his hands, as if he was in pain.
Zhuo Jian's heart trembled, and he immediately dropped his bag and walked as fast as he could no longer run. He supported his waist with one hand and protected his stomach. He walked over as quickly as possible and supported him with both hands, "What's wrong with you?"
"A little dizzy."
"Go sit on the sofa first."
Zhuo Jian listened and immediately made nervous arrangements.
Fu Yanye followed her to sit on the sofa.
Then he looked up at her: "Aren't you leaving?"
Zhuo Jian's eyes finally became moist and she looked at him: "I want to leave, but I have to find someone to take care of you first."
"Who are you looking for?"
Fu Yanye looked at her and asked.
He hates other people caring about him.
"Auntie from the old house, or should I call my parents?"
"I don't need it. You can leave if you want. Since you don't want to take care of me, there's no need to pretend to find someone else to take care of me."
As he spoke, he took her hand away from his arm, turned around and lay down on the armrest.
Zhuo Jian: "..."
He didn't know how distressing he was.
Zhuo Jian was annoyed and angry. After sitting for less than a minute, he finally remembered that he had to call the doctor to ask what to do about this situation and whether he should go to the hospital.
Fu Yanye quietly noticed that she was about to make a call and immediately got up and took the phone away from her hand.
"What are you doing?"
"I said, since you don't want to care about me, there's no need to find someone else. Don't you know I have mysophobia?"
"I'm just asking the doctor if you suddenly feel dizzy and want to go to the hospital."
Zhuo Jian explained.
After hearing this, Fu Yanye felt a little calmer, but he still held her phone and refused to give it to her.
"Bring it here."
Zhuo Jian ordered.
But she didn't know that her orders were also delicate and soft.
Fu Yanye held the phone and didn't intend to give it to her, "Do you still care about me?"
"Crazy, bring it."
Zhuo Jian said that he was about to grab the phone, but Fu Yanye held his hand.
Zhuo Jian struggled twice, but for some reason, she fell into his arms.
His breath moved gently on her forehead, and he asked her: "Do you still care about me?"