Fu Yanye naturally didn't go to Liang Yu, he just went to Fanxing.
And he was still sitting where he sat that night.
Su Bai and Zhang Mingliang stood in front of the bar and looked at him sitting there alone, not knowing what he was thinking.
Zhang Mingliang muttered: "I'll send a message to A Jian."
"Um."
Su Bai agreed, and then walked over.
Fu Yanye was smoking. There was wine on the table, but he didn't drink it.
Seeing that he was smoking so fiercely, Su Bai controlled the heat and asked him: "What's wrong?"
"Can we take what we say when we are drunk seriously?"
In the past, everyone said that people tell the truth after drinking, and he has always believed in that.
But when it came to her, he suddenly didn't know.
"What drunk talk?"
Su Bai was confused.
At this time, the song "He Don't Love Me" played in response to the situation, although it was changed to a di song.
Fu Yanye laughed, said nothing, and continued to smoke.
Su Bai felt that he smoked a bit fiercely tonight, and there were already seven or eight cigarette butts in the ashtray.
Su Bai thought for a while and asked him, "How about I call sister Xiao Jian to pick you up?"
"Don't force her."
Fu Yanye took a long puff of cigarette as a reminder.
Suddenly I remembered that there was a smell of cigarette smoke in her mouth that day.
When did she learn to smoke?
What else did she learn behind his back?
She is no longer the girl who loved him when she was little, and her eyes seemed to grow on his body.
She was no longer the girl who didn't dare to question him even if he gave her the divorce agreement.
The summary is...
Just like the song says.
she does not love me.
Yes, she just doesn't love him anymore.
So what happened to those little emotions that she revealed intentionally or unintentionally in front of him, either inseparable or painful?
He stayed away all night.
Su Bai sent a photo of him to Zhuo Jian.
Later, there were no guests among the stars, and he was alone in the darkness.
"Sister Xiao Jian, do you want to come pick him up?"
At four or five o'clock in the morning, Su Bai got up and went to the toilet and saw that Fu Yanye was still there, so he couldn't help but call Zhuo Jian.
"No, Brother Su Bai, I'm a little uncomfortable and want to sleep."
Zhuo Jian whispered, without any temper.
Zhuo Jian was lying on the bed, not feeling excessively sad.
With her daughter here, she didn't have too many distracting thoughts.
She suddenly figured out that if he was really angry, he could go to the Civil Affairs Bureau with her.
But after all, I couldn’t sleep well.
He in the photo is so...
Zhuo Jian, leave him alone.
She lied on his pillow, looked at her sleeping daughter, and warned herself like that.
He didn't come back at breakfast the next day, so Zhuo Jian, Cheng Qing, Cheng Li, and Fu Yanqing were eating at the dining table.
Chengqing asked: "Mommy, where is daddy?"
"He left early because he had something to do."
"Oh, mommy, can I call daddy?"
"Can."
Cheng Cheng had eaten enough early in the morning, put down his spoon, and reached out to ask Zhuo for his cell phone.
Zhuo Jian didn't talk nonsense and gave her the phone as usual.
Fu Yanqing couldn't understand it at all, but he still looked at it.
"What's up?"
After a while, someone picked up the call, and the voice was slightly hoarse.
"Daddy, I am Cheng Qing."
Chengqing heard that his father's voice was not right, and he was a little worried, but he was not good at speaking yet, and his worry was written all over his face.
"Well, what's the matter?"
Fu Yanye lay on the sofa and pinched his eyebrows.
Just now he looked at the word "wife" and almost missed the call.
He just wondered why she was willing to take the initiative to call him.
"Dad, when will you come back? Mommy seems to be crying."
Cheng Qing suddenly spoke.
Fu Yanqing: "..."
Cheng Li also looked at Zhuo Jian doubtfully, but he really didn't notice it.