Zhuo Jian's smile made her heart fly out, so she could only look away and continue eating.
Fu Yanye didn't know what was going on. He was obviously tired and sleepy in the middle of the night, but when he saw her getting angry with him like this, he just wanted to spend a little more time together.
Zhuo Jian ate a large portion, then put down the spoon with satisfaction, only to realize that he had never touched it except for the first bite.
When she looked up at him again, Zhuo Jian asked him, "Aren't you going to eat?"
"Sleepy!"
His voice is gentle and sincere.
Zhuo Jian also felt sleepy, her eyelids had been fighting several times, but how could she sleep?
Do they really want to lie on the same bed?
Although it’s not that it’s never happened before, the more it happens, the weirder it becomes!
"Where do you sleep?"
Zhuo Jian lowered his head and asked in frustration.
"Um?"
Fu Yanye listened intently.
"I said where are you sleeping?"
Zhuo Jian raised his head, looked at him and asked him.
Fu Yanye saw that she was impatient and said, "Let's sleep on the sofa first!"
Sleep on the sofa first?
What's the meaning?
Zhuo Jian's big eyes were full of rejection.
"I'm afraid I can't bear it anymore and will sneak into your bed in the middle of the night."
"Then I won't give you a chance!"
Zhuo Jian stood up, put away the dishes, washed the sink, and then went to the bedroom.
Fu Yanye stood outside the kitchen and watched her close the door tightly. He also heard the sound of the lock, and smiled again unconsciously.
Zhuo Jian locked the door but felt exhausted.
A WeChat message came in.
Ouyang Ping: "Are you okay?"
Zhuo Jian: "Yeah!"
Ouyang Ping didn't send her any more WeChat messages, and she didn't explain any more.
But the next morning, she was awakened by the fact that the two of them were trending together.
It was a rare occasion for her to get up early in the morning and instead of going out, she lay in bed and browsed Weibo.
After reading Weibo, she subconsciously played the game, and then hurriedly ran out: "Fu Yanye!"
The person who had just prepared breakfast heard her call and walked out, already wearing trousers and a shirt, clean and well-made.
"Um?"
Fu Yanye looked at her with dark eyes.
"You, me, and we are on trending searches!"
Zhuo Jian said and ran to him with her mobile phone to show him.
In the face of business, many seemingly warm doubts have to stand aside.
Fu Yanye glanced at her, then looked at the hot search on her phone and said, "Secretary Wu called half an hour ago to talk about it."
"Ah? Then, don't you care?"
Zhuo Jian thought to himself, if such an ambiguous thing was posted on the Internet, if Ru Xiang saw it, wouldn't he be so angry?
It doesn't matter to her that she is so angry like Ruxiang, is she only afraid that he will feel distressed?
"You didn't mention her by name, how should I take care of it? Call the person in charge and tell them that this is not my girlfriend, but my wife."
"..."
That’s not what she meant!
Zhuo Jian looked at him doubtfully, and after thinking about it, she reminded him: "If Ruxiang sees it, it might be bad, right?"
"Her call is probably about to arrive."
Fu Yanye said again, then turned and returned to the kitchen.
Zhuo Jian followed him reflexively and couldn't help but ask him: "Why don't you seem nervous at all?"
"Why should I be nervous? I just kissed my wife on the street!"