Zhuo Jian returned home the next morning, before going to work.
She went home and changed clothes.
As a result, she stopped as soon as she opened the door and walked in a few steps.
Someone suddenly sat up from her sofa.
Zhuo Jian stopped instantly and looked at his profile in horror.
Fu Yanye woke up when he heard the noise. In the blink of an eye, when he saw it was her coming back, his face turned completely cold.
He waited for her all night.
She is still wearing yesterday's clothes, and her face does not look tired.
"Why are you here?"
It took Zhuo Jian a long time to find her voice, and she slowly walked forward while talking.
Fu Yanye didn't say anything. He got up too quickly and felt dizzy.
Zhuo Jian looked at it and immediately rushed forward in worry, but in the end reason defeated everything and she still stood there.
Fu Yanye looked at her again and saw that she was so indifferent, so he immediately walked out.
Zhuo Jian only felt that he was walking too fast, and the gust of wind made her shoulders hurt.
The door panel was opened, and behind her, she heard a snap, and soon another one.
She thought he was gone, and before she had time to think about him, she turned her head reflexively, only to see him suddenly come back.
He was arrogant and his eyes were full of resentment. He walked up to her and held her weak shoulders, "Where have you been?"
Finally, he couldn't do it and just left in such a deserted way.
She didn't come home all night.
Is this the freedom she wants?
She left with the host last night.
What does she want to do?
She is not divorced yet.
"I just changed a place to sleep."
Zhuo Jian looked at him and said in a very soft voice.
There was a sting in her eyes, but she could still see his anger clearly.
"Just changing a sleeping place? With that Yang Yi?"
"Yang Yi?"
Zhuo Jian wondered why he would think of Yang Yi.
"Zhang Mingliang said you got into that man's car in the end, Zhuo Jian, you..."
His eyes were obviously bloodshot, filled with anger, grievance, hatred, disappointment, and a layer of mist like hers that was caused by insomnia or something else.
He was too excited to talk anymore, and he didn't want to talk any more, or think about it any more.
Where was she last night?
"I just stayed away all night, how much have you thought about it?"
Zhuo simply looked at him, his voice weak.
"How much have I thought about it?"
He thought about all the worst things in the world.
He hates her being like this.
"Yes, how much have you thought about it?"
She thought that he might have realized how she survived those times when she didn't know where he was.
She just didn't come back for one night and that's all.
"Tell me, where have you been?"
"Why should I tell you? You promised to let me live by myself. I would like to ask Mr. Fu why you showed up at my house?"
"Zhuo Jian."
He exerted a little force and relaxed slightly when he felt the weakness of her shoulders. He really wanted to go crazy.
She was so inconsiderate of his feelings.
"I have to go to work. Please tell me anything later, Mr. Fu."
Zhuo Jian looked at him stubbornly, her voice was polite and distant.
"Do you believe that I immediately stopped you from attending classes?"
Fu Yanye asked in a deep voice.
"True, but do you really want to do this?"
"That's what I'm going to do."
He suddenly let go of her, then took out his mobile phone from his trousers pocket, looked at her arrogantly, and then started to look for the number.
"Cheng Bao will be back in the afternoon. Are you sure you want him to be unhappy when he sees me?"