She woke up, sat up and touched her forehead. She had a headache, but it was not hot.
She got up. She thought she had to find some painkillers. She found the medicine cabinet in the kitchen. After digging around for a long time, she suddenly found that the painkillers were gone. There was still some cold medicine, so she took the bag, tore it open and poured it into a cup.
, but there is no hot water.
Brewing with cold water would be equally useful.
She drank cold medicine and was dazed in the kitchen when she suddenly heard a click.
She turned around and looked.
Soon, someone walked in.
The two looked at each other. She was wearing a pajama suit, her hair was fluffy because she had just woken up, and her face even looked ugly, especially her eyes, which were completely swollen because she slept late.
But she could still tell it was him.
Just like, no matter how embarrassed she was, he knew it was her.
"why is it like this?"
He stepped forward, his eyes full of doubts.
Zhuo Jian probably knew that he was asking about her, so she replied weakly, "I came back to work overtime last night."
She lowered her head for a while, not knowing what she was looking for. After searching for a long time, she finally couldn't help but asked, "Why are you here?"
"It sounds like you haven't woken up from your voice on the phone."
"Um?"
Zhuo Jian was even more confused. He still wanted to come over before she woke up?
"I'm afraid you won't remember."
"Can't remember what?"
"I can't remember, it's grandpa's birthday."
"Then you can call me again later. Besides, I can't forget such an important thing."
"You think you have a good memory?"
He even doubted whether she still remembered that year and today...
On this day that year, they had an orange treasure.
Zhuo Jian was questioned, but she didn't want to argue with him and nodded: "Then I remember it now, you can go."
Fu Yanye still looked straight at her, telling him to leave was very smooth.
After looking at the cup in front of her and the medicine bag next to her, he stepped forward to take a look and asked, "Do you have a cold?"
Zhuo Jian saw the packaging bag with her eyes and blamed herself for not throwing it away in time. She said lightly: "I'm just a little tired from staying up late. You should go first. I'm fine."
But Fu Yanye always looked at her with distrust, looking haggard, weak, and stubborn.
Fu Yanye took her cup and it was cold, so he asked her again: "Cold water for brewing?"
Zhuo Jian was annoyed and turned to look at him, "Can you please go?"
He didn't reply to her. He was used to her chasing him away. He just looked at her for a while and then picked her up from the ground.
Zhuo Jian was so frightened that she put her hands around his neck, her face turned pale, and she looked at him in disbelief.
Too much, really too much.
"Today is so important, I can't get sick."
After Fu Yanye said this, he hugged her and turned back to the bedroom.
Zhuo Jian looked at him angrily, not understanding why he said that.
Today is grandpa's birthday, so she doesn't even have the right to get sick?
Those big eyes, when looking straight at people, are quite...
Fu Yanye looked at her and covered her face with the quilt, "I'll get you something to eat. You can sleep a little longer."
Zhuo Jian: "..."
When she heard that he was leaving, she opened the quilt and her eyes even turned a little red.
Fu Yanye went to prepare breakfast and then started cleaning again. He never liked cleaning, but he was very good at doing housework here.
It was so smooth that I couldn't stop until I cleared it up on the balcony and saw the ashtray, cigarette case, and red wine glass placed there.