There was no one downstairs. She looked around, and finally when she looked in the direction of the kitchen, someone came out of it.
White shirt, black trousers, Fu Yanye.
Zhuo Jian felt something quietly rolling and boiling in her heart.
"Come over for breakfast."
Fu Yanye looked at her for a while and gave a gentle reminder.
She looks great in a light-colored dress.
Zhuo Jian lowered his eyes, not understanding what was going on, and walked over.
While Fu Yanye was serving porridge, he glanced at her clasped hands on the table and the ring on them.
Zhuo Jian also subconsciously looked at the hand holding the spoon, this...
Zhuo Jian couldn't help but look up at him.
Why didn't he force her to wear it for him?
She didn't beat around the bush to find someone else to wear it for her.
Did he have a fever and burn out his brain?
"What are you looking at?"
He said nothing about the ring, but asked her what she was looking at.
She lowered her eyes and thought, what else can I see?
However, it seems that I haven’t eaten the breakfast he cooked for a long time.
Fu Yanye brought some bowls of porridge to her, and Zhuo Jian reached out to take it, "Thank you."
The bowl clearly held the post, but he just didn't let it go.
Zhuo Jian had no choice but to look at him again, wanting to ask him what he wanted to do, but thinking it was a meaningless question, she said, "It's hot."
Only then did Fu Yanye let go of the bowl.
Then he gave her a spoon.
Still don't let go.
No matter how good-tempered Zhuo Jian was, she couldn't stand it this morning and couldn't help but glare at him.
Fu Yanye's beautiful eyelashes twitched slightly, and when he let go of the spoon, he said, "The spoon isn't hot."
"..."
childish.
It's so childish.
Zhuo Jian couldn't help but glare at him again.
But he caught her red-handed, and in his opinion, her face was turning red and white with anger at this moment, which made him really squeamish.
But......
How is this enough?
"brown sugar."
He suddenly opened a box from the side and brought it to her.
Zhuo Jian glanced at the box, then couldn't help but look at him again, "Are you okay?"
"Yes, but you have to send your aunt off properly first."
"..."
Your aunt.
Zhuo Jian silently retorted in his heart.
"She's also my aunt."
"..."
Who knew he could suddenly say such shameless words?
After breakfast, Fu Yanye held the ring and leaned back in the chair, looking straight at her, "Something happened to the Liu family's business."
"..."
Zhuo Jian immediately looked at him with questioning eyes.
"It's just a small lesson."
"A little lesson?"
"Don't be angry with me about this."
"I......"
Zhuo Jian was so angry that he couldn't speak, so he got up and left.
Fu Yanye looked at her leaving figure with sharp eyes, then silently stood up and cleared away the dishes on the dining table.
Zhuo Jian stood at the door for a long time, then kicked the door panel angrily.
I'm really pissed off that he can always control the door to this house.
Fu Yanye put all the dishes and chopsticks into the dishwasher unhurriedly, and then looked outside.
She was indeed back, even though she looked like an angry little wild cat.
"What's going on with you? Why did you lock the door again?"
"..."
No matter how angry she was and asked, the only answer she got was air.
Fu Yanye supported the edge of the stage lazily and elegantly, and the curve of his waist stood out, which turned everyone upside down.
He was calm and patient, looking at her silently with his inscrutable black eyes.
"Fu Yanye, can you please stop being like this? Can you be normal? There is a problem between the two of us. We can make trouble no matter what, so why involve others?"
Zhuo Jian didn't know what was wrong with him, he suddenly became so impatient.
"What? Only that father and son must have evil thoughts about my wife?"
Fu Yanye finally spoke, lukewarmly.
"That's all in the past, and nothing happened in the end."
"I can't live with it."
"..."
"I can't live with it, and no one can live with it."