Fu Yanye couldn't care less about her numb legs. How could he let her find a place to sleep by herself so late at night.
He didn't know how many houses he had in City A, but they were all hers.
He got up and chased after him despite the discomfort.
"Stop running, be careful of falling."
"Why are you chasing me?"
"Can I take you to rest?"
He chased after her, took her wrist and held it gently, begging her.
Yes, it's a plea.
He finally understood how difficult it was for her to chase him when she was a child. The job of chasing people was really tiring and thankless.
"Where to rest?"
"If you don't want to go to Shengyuan, we still have many houses where you can stay."
"Zhuang Mingli should leave, I'd better go back."
After Zhuo Jian finished speaking, she tried to break away from him and walked back.
How could she go with him to what he called their many houses? What would he do in the house? She knew better than he did.
Fu Yanye could no longer bear that such a weak person was so awkward with him, so he pulled her gently, making sure not to hurt her, and pulled her into his arms, "Zhuo Jian, stop torturing me.
Okay? Let’s go home, okay?”
Maybe it's because the night is too gentle, that's why their hearts are so soft and turn over and over again.
Zhuo Jian only felt that this chest was hard and hot, and it was still so familiar, but she still didn't dare to lean on it.
"Our family is gone long ago."
Unconsciously her voice became hoarse.
"It can be rebuilt."
His voice was also a little hoarse.
All collapses can be rebuilt and even more magnificent.
Zhuo Jian lowered her head and choked in his arms, insisting in a low voice, "I want to go back to my apartment."
"Aren't you annoying him? What if he is still there?"
"Who is annoying him? You are the one annoying him."
Zhuo Jian glanced at him, wiped her eyes hard, and turned around to try not to let him see her clearly.
Fu Yanye lowered his eyes to look at her, smiled and said softly, "I'll try my best not to annoy you, okay?"
"that's all?"
"Um?"
He lowered himself so low that he was in front of her face.
Zhuo Jian twisted away a little more, and her voice became tighter, "Are you going to move your hands and feet like this to prevent me from being upset?"
"..."
After hearing this, Fu Yanye looked at her, but smiled and said nothing.
Zhuo Jian glanced at him and felt that his eyes seemed to say, yes, that's what I want.
She looked away as much as she could in annoyance, and then she was hugged completely. He seemed to be holding her loosely, but he prevented her from twisting around anymore.
"Are you tired of squirming around?"
"..."
He spoke softly, but Zhuo Jian was too tired to care anymore and saw the expression on her face clearly, looking up at him, "I'm almost exhausted, can't you let me go?"
"It's too late. I can't let you, a girl, go by yourself. It's not safe."
He was unwilling but did not lose his temper, and was very accommodating to her feelings.
"Being with you is the greatest insecurity."
"Really? But at least I can protect you from being snatched away by bad guys."
He hugged her, wanting to hug her tighter.
Zhuo Jian didn't know which one of them was torturing whom. She didn't want to continue to be entangled in the street, so she was showing weakness, "Go back quickly."
Fu Yanye didn't want to be separated from her at all. Sending her back would mean that he would have to stay alone in an empty room again. He really didn't like that feeling.
But he still nodded, "Yeah."
He really didn't dare to disobey her again.
He held her hand back to the car, opened the door for her, and then waited for her to get in with a smile.
Zhuo Jian felt no sense of security and immediately got in and sat down.
Fu Yanye closed the car door, got in from the other side, put on his seat belt, turned around and suddenly asked her: "What should you do if Zhuang Mingli is still there?"
