After returning home, Zhuo Jian walked to the sofa with her head lowered, threw herself in, found a comfortable position, and stared at the roof in a daze.
Fu Yanye was going to go upstairs to take a shower, but seeing her lying on the sofa in a complacent manner, he walked over anyway.
But for a long time, the two of them were still speechless.
Just him standing there tall and big is really a test of people's psychological quality.
Fortunately, he finally went upstairs.
Zhuo Jian relaxed and took out his phone to look at it for a while.
Fu Yanye was upset, so he went to take a shower first, then came out and entered the kitchen wearing a clean black T-shirt.
She was really a little hungry.
Fu Yanye is very good at cooking. He has lost his memory for so many years, but he still knows how to cook.
And, not at all behind.
The meal was well cooked, but during the meal, neither of them spoke.
After dinner, Zhuo Jian went upstairs to take a shower. Suddenly she heard a sound outside and guessed that it was him who had come in. When she came out after taking a shower, she found that he was already lying on the bed looking at his mobile phone.
"My mother called you just now to ask if it was serious. I said you were fine."
"oh."
Zhuo Jian agreed, glanced at her half of the bed, thought about it, and walked over.
We have been married for so many years, and if she hesitates now, it will look very pretentious.
But it was going well, but as soon as the lights were turned off, he suddenly leaned in front of her.
Zhuo Jian reflexively ducked to the side, but Fu Yanye was one step ahead.
"The marital obligations that should be fulfilled still need to be fulfilled."
He said so.
"Fu Yanye, I'm very tired tonight."
Zhuo Jian had no choice but to refuse him.
She had just come out of the hospital, so she couldn't be allowed to spend the night peacefully.
"Since you don't care about me, do I still need to care about whether you are tired?"
He asked her, his hands already going to untie the straps of her pajamas.
"Fu Yanye."
"..."
Without answering her voice, his hands were very flexible on her body, and the clothes were quickly thrown away by him.
But then he turned her around, and the two of them were obviously inseparable. He said in a low and hoarse voice behind her, "I'll let you go tonight."
It's obviously unwilling, but fortunately, there is still humanity.
But he hugged her so tightly that Zhuo Jian even felt a little out of breath.
She had to breathe carefully and whispered: "Fu Yanye, you are about to strangle me."
"Fu Yanye is about to die too."
A darker voice behind him.
Zhuo Jian didn't dare to move anymore, because the body temperature of the person behind her was too testing for her.
——
She woke up just after dawn the next morning, and the arms around her waist let her know that he was not awake yet.
He was still holding her in the same position as last night.
After sleeping like this for a night, if he wasn't tired, her bones would be broken.
She carefully took off his arm, then quietly lifted the quilt and got out of bed.
Finally got relief.
After going to the bathroom outside to wash up, I went to the dressing room to find clothes. After getting dressed, I went to the kitchen and made myself a cup of coffee.
There was no distracting thought and no pause until she stood in front of the floor-to-ceiling window holding coffee.
The sea outside was still calm, but her heart seemed to be pressed by something, unable to move.
At around seven o'clock, she prepared breakfast and left.
It was at this time that Fu Yanye woke up.
He lay on the bed and looked at the roof, and after a while he looked at the pillow next to him.
she left.
Leaving so early.
His hand grabbed her pillow, and soon he pressed it into his arms.
It was already after eight o'clock when he went out. He was standing in the restaurant wearing clean trousers and a shirt. The dining table was clean and there was nothing there, but there were traces of movement in the kitchen.
He guessed that she was eating toast, so he took two slices to toast and squeezed a glass of orange juice.
It's exactly the same as her breakfast, simple, but...
Fu Yanye ate it with gusto, even the orange juice felt good.
Later, when I went to work, I called Wang Rui and asked, "Has she gone to work?"
"No, Madam has returned to her old home."
"..."
Fu Yanye thought she went out so early to go to work.