Zhuo Jian walked forward and took her cell phone to call Wang Rui, but before she could call, Fu Yanye stepped forward and grabbed her cell phone, then walked to the sofa and lay down consciously, "I'm here
Take a rest, sober up and leave."
Zhuo Jian: "..."
It's okay to sober up before leaving, but don't hold her cell phone.
Zhuo Jian walked to the sofa and reached out: "Fu Yanye, give me back my phone."
"I don't."
"Why?"
"I'm afraid you'll call that person."
Fu Yanye kicked her cell phone into her arms, bent down and lay on her sofa and muttered.
Zhuo Jian opened his mouth but no words came out.
Why does he act like a frustrated little wife?
"Hurry up and return your phone to me. I didn't talk to Zhuang Mingli on the phone. It was Li Jing who asked me out."
Zhuo Jian explained.
Fu Yanye suddenly opened his clothes and said, "Then you can get it yourself."
"..."
Zhuo Jian looked at him speechlessly, but was too lazy to argue with him. She bent over to get her phone, but Fu Yanye suddenly hugged her hand.
Zhuo Jian's hand was still in his chest and she asked him in surprise, "What are you going to do again?"
"itch."
He said one word.
Zhuo Jian advised herself to be patient and not behave like a drunkard, and then said: "Relax when the itching stops."
"It's still itchy."
Fu Yanye stared at her.
Zhuo Jian got tired after bending over and maintaining this position for more than a minute, so she had no choice but to ask him grumpily: "Are you still itchy now?"
"Um."
He lay there staring at her, feeling like he was about to die.
How did he stay awake and not pull her into his arms despite being drunk?
He is Fu Yanye, shouldn't he just find an excuse and get straight to his goal?
"My arm is about to break."
Zhuo Jian frowned and reminded him a little angrily.
Fu Yanye patted the side with his idle hand and said, "Sit down."
Zhuo Jian thought of how the two of them usually overlapped on the sofa, and suddenly became wary, "Fu Yanye, please let go of me, I'm really angry."
"I'm angry too."
He suddenly hugged his chest and refused to let go.
"What are you angry about?"
It's her who's holding hands.
Her wrist to fingertips were now hot and numb.
"I'm angry that you don't even let me have a meal with you, but you hang out with other men all day long."
"That's not fooling around."
Zhuo Jian immediately retorted.
"What is it if it's not fooling around? That boy likes you."
Fu Yanye felt even more uncomfortable.
"You really want to know what we're going to do?"
"..."
Fu Yanye was actually frightened by her question mark.
Zhuo Jian suddenly smiled, sat next to him and turned vigorously so that she would not be so tired. Then she looked at him with a bad smile and said, "Let's go talk about divorce."
"..."
Fu Yanye was silent, but now he felt aggrieved and angry.
"You asked me to say it yourself, not me."
Zhuo Jian didn't want him to blame her. He was too good at blaming her. He always blamed her.
But this time, he just stared at her like a wronged boy without saying a word.
Zhuo Jian even felt a little guilty and scared when he stared at her. She touched her mobile phone and wanted to quickly retract her hand, but her arm suddenly hurt and she was trapped in the sofa after a while of dizziness.