Zhuo Jian glanced at him and said, "I have nothing to do. Are you going back?"
"Going back to where?"
Fu Yanye looked at her with an extremely complaining look.
She is here, where can he go?
That kind of questioning doesn't need to be too long to be uncomfortable enough.
Zhuo Jian lowered his eyes and pressed the phone again. When it turned on, the screen showed that it was already eleven o'clock.
"You can go back anywhere, either to Fanxing and continue discussing business with Mr. Zhao, or to the old house or Shengyuan."
Zhuo Jian had no energy, but he thought about the people he met when he went to these places, and he was alone when he returned to Shengyuan.
He doesn't like lively things, actually.
He just wanted to make people think that he was not a lonely individual, so he drank with his friends all day long.
In fact, if you leave him on an isolated island for a few years, he can still live well.
Well, that's the kind of person he is.
Zhuo Jian looked at him, feeling that if they were on an isolated island, she would definitely not be able to survive him. She would collapse and go crazy, but he would not.
"Zhuo Jian, can you touch your heart? Or do you really have no heart anymore?"
"..."
She has no heart?
If he said no, then there would be no.
Zhuo Jian only glanced at him, lowered his eyes, said nothing, and just stared.
Fu Yanye took a deep breath, then stood up again: "Is there medicine in the kitchen cabinet? I'll get it for you."
He got up and went to the kitchen.
In the dim space, his back also...
Slightly lonely.
Zhuo Jian looked at his back and her heart couldn't help but ache.
But doesn’t she have no heart?
What's hurting?
The light in the kitchen came on, and he stood in front of the cabinet. After a long time, he raised his hand and opened the cabinet above.
Sure enough, there was a small medicine box inside. He put it on the counter, opened the box, took out a box of antipyretic medicine and looked at it. It was Chinese medicine and needed to be brewed.
He boiled water again.
Take your time.
However, it seems that no one cares about that little time.
But when he came back, she was already nestled on the sofa, holding a blanket and watching TV.
There was an entertainment program being replayed, and the interview was with a pair of celebrities who were still in love at the time, but now they have separated, but they were really in love at that time, looking at each other's eyes full of love, sitting there
During such a long interview, I almost never left my hands.
In the show, they also said that it should be the other party's last term.
But how long has it been?
Things like feelings are fleeting.
Fu Yanye came back again, with an extra cup of medicine in his hand. It was warm and just in time to drink.
Zhuo Jian took it and he sat next to her again.
A long silence.
Neither of them spoke. They seemed calm, but in fact they had their own thoughts.
They are all tired.
Fu Yanye also knew that they could not continue like this.
"Would you consider moving back?"
Fu Yanye also leaned back, clasped his hands, touched the ring, and asked her after thinking deeply.
Zhuo Jian lowered his eyes while watching the TV for a while, and quickly gave the answer: "No."
"You can go back to your old house, but I won't."
"..."
Zhuo Jian turned to look at him.
"At least you won't have a fever at home and no one will take care of you."
He said he was very sensible and tolerant.
Zhuo Jian slowly lowered his eyes and accidentally saw the ring on his hand.
After her father left, she seemed to have no home.
Later, her mother also left, and she regarded her mother's small apartment as her home. She suddenly discovered that she was much braver and more independent at that time than she is now.
"Zhuo Jian, answer me, you will go back."
He looked at her restrainedly, needing her to agree to his request.