Fu Yanye looked down at her, and when he arrived at the bathroom door, he didn't forget to ask: "Has it been disinfected?"
"Yes, I have."
Zhuo Jian responded without thinking.
Fu Yanye looked at her, "Look at me and say it again."
"Oh, how can I sleep when I'm wet by you? Are you going?"
Zhuo Jian asked him a little angry.
"go."
Fu Yanye was defeated in less than three seconds after staring at her.
But as soon as he got to the bathroom, he smelled something that was not suitable for his use and immediately frowned.
It wasn't until he saw Zhuo Jian's toiletry bag on it that he reluctantly walked over, threw the wet clothes at the door, and stood in the water.
"Zhuo Jian."
Soon, the person who was fidgeting beside the bed heard a sound coming from inside.
"Did you bring a bath towel?"
"..."
They originally planned to go down immediately after climbing the mountain. The reason why she brought the toiletry bag was because it was already in her backpack.
Zhuo Jian guessed that he might be suffering from mysophobia, so he turned to look at the tissues on the bedside, then walked over and stood at the door, looked in front of him and said, "I didn't bring a bath towel, but this pack of tissues belongs to me."
Just opened it tonight."
Fu Yanye looked down and frowned again when he saw the sign: "I don't want it."
Only then did Zhuo Jian turn to look at him. She was not tall enough and could not raise her neck enough. She could only see his Adam's apple. Zhuo Jian blushed and tried to raise her neck to see his chin and his thin lips.
Looking at the tip of his nose, I finally saw his stubborn eyes, "Then just let it dry naturally."
"..."
Fu Yanye was surprised, this woman was so cruel.
Zhuo Jian, on the other hand, held the pack of tissues and walked straight back without squinting.
In fact, she felt a little uncomfortable because she just accidentally saw it, even though it was very blurry, haha.
But I can't stand the fact that they have been together for a long time. They have seen each other so much that even with a cursory glance, I can immediately associate them with each other.
Zhuo Jian feels that he is finished. What is this called?
Are you obsessed with beauty?
Zhuo Jian sighed in frustration and looked at the two single sofas by the window.
Soon, the landlady delivered a set of pajamas and asked Zhuo Jian in a low voice at the door, "Is that really your husband?"
"Um."
Zhuo Jian looked at the landlady's disbelieving and cautious look and thought that maybe Fu Yanye had scared her.
"Oh, I just searched for your husband on the Internet, and it doesn't look like him."
"ah?"
"I'm telling you, as hosts, you have to be careful. I don't talk nonsense to people, but what if others find out? Does your rich husband know? Oh, this is about you.
The future is your marriage."
"..."
Zhuo Jian looked at the landlady and felt that her association was quite rich.
"Think about it, if you lose your husband and your future, what else do you have?"
The landlady said again.
Zhuo Jian thought for a while, it seemed like he had nothing to lose, if he had no future.
But is her future just limited to that world?
Of course not.
But she didn't have the heart to explain to the landlady.
"Zhuo Jian."
The people inside called her again.
As soon as the lady boss heard the man's voice, she didn't dare to stay any longer, and whispered: "I'm leaving, please be careful and don't do something that you will regret for the rest of your life. It's still too late now."
"..."
After the landlady turned away, Zhuo Jian glanced inside, closed the door and walked to the bathroom door, holding her pajamas in her arms, "This set of pajamas is new and has not been sterilized by high temperature. Do you want to wear it?"
She leaned against the wall at the door and gently touched the packaging bag. It looked like it was worth two to three hundred yuan, so he would probably refuse it.