Zhuo Jian habitually put his hands behind his back and looked at the soles of his feet with lowered eyebrows.
Fu Yanye stared at her for a while, then asked her angrily: "I don't even deserve a name in your heart?"
"I just don't want others to misunderstand me!"
Zhuo Jian lowered his head and explained.
"What's the misunderstanding?"
Fu Yanye asked again.
Zhuo Jian then raised her eyes to look at him and continued to look away: "I misunderstood that I have a special relationship with you."
"Special? Is the relationship between husband and wife considered special?"
Fu Yanye asked again.
Zhuo Jian noticed that he was a little aggressive, so she looked at him again: "It's just such a small thing, why are you so angry?"
"What should I be angry about? As a husband, how can I not be angry when you cover up your affairs?"
Fu Yanye approached her and squeezed her shoulders with both hands.
Zhuo Jian frowned in pain and asked him angrily: "Do you dare to mark my number as your wife?"
"What if it is?"
Fu Yanye asked.
Zhuo Jian's heart skipped a beat. At that moment, she felt like a piece of wood.
Fu Yanye then took out his cell phone from his pocket and quickly found her note.
Really my wife.
Zhuo Jian looked at those two words in shock and couldn't say a word for a long time.
"Now you know what you have on my phone, what about you? Should you change it too?"
"..."
Faced with his aggressiveness, Zhuo Jian was stunned for a long time before muttering: "How do I know if you changed it when you went upstairs?"
"Do we need to check the surveillance downstairs to prove my innocence? Let's go find their property now."
Fu Yanye said and grabbed her hand to leave.
But Zhuo Jian suddenly came to his senses, bent his knees slightly, refused to follow him, and said to him: "You don't need to prove it, I just believe it, don't you think?"
Fu Yanye stopped when he saw that she was about to cry.
Zhuo Jian looked at him with aggrieved and questioning eyes, and soon asked: "Then what are you doing here?"
"Take you home to sleep!"
Fu Yanye originally wanted to question her angrily, but in the end, this was what he said.
Zhuo Jian felt hot in her heart. She didn't look at him as repulsively as before, but she quickly lowered her eyes. Her reason made her ask the very embarrassing words: "Have you finished taking wedding photos?"
"I won't be the one taking wedding photos with her."
"Who is that?"
Zhuo Jian absolutely didn't believe what he said.
"That has nothing to do with us as a couple. Now go home with me!"
Fu Yanye said and pulled her back. Zhuo Jian reacted very quickly this time and put his hands behind his back.
Fu Yanye: "..."
She thought there was nothing he could do to her?
No wonder others say women are naive.
Fu Yanye stepped forward directly and carried her on his shoulders.
"Fu Yanye..."
"Her bag and mobile phone are also in it!"
Before Zhuo Jian finished speaking, the door was opened from the inside, and Ouyang Ping, who had been watching the excitement through the peephole, handed her bag out.
Zhuo Jian: "..."
"Thanks!"
Fu Yanye took it, gave her a polite and distant tone, and then carried her away.
Zhuo Jian looked at the woman who waved goodbye to her with tears in her eyes. She only regretted that she had made a careless friend.
Fu Yanye carried her into the car, and Zhuo Jian reflexively wanted to run away.
"You know very well that no matter whether you are running long-distance or sprinting, you will always be defeated by me. Are you sure you will still be able to sit in my car so neatly dressed after being captured by me?"
Fu Yanye suppressed her and reminded her coldly.
Zhuo Jian immediately sat inside honestly.
Fu Yanye closed the car door for her and turned to the other side.
Zhuo Jian remembered that when she was a child, she chased him on the playground, but she couldn't catch him no matter how hard she chased.
So she sat there frustrated, until he suddenly leaned forward to her chest.