Fu Yanye's slender body leaned forward, his beautiful left hand pressed against the edge of the marble table, and his black eyes stared straight at her.
Zhuo Jian's heart was beating like thunder and she couldn't help but look at him defensively.
"Go wash your hands and get ready for dinner!"
Fu Yanye didn't like to see her defensive expression, so he straightened up, prepared to cook wontons, and ordered coldly.
Zhuo Jian stood there motionless. She definitely didn't need him to cook some wontons for her.
She wanted to eat just because she missed her mother.
Moreover, she mentioned this matter to Li Yuqing and Ouyang Ping, and the three of them had dinner together that night.
Who betrayed her?
Obvious!
Zhuo Jian felt that there was a traitor around him and was even more troubled.
"Go and wash your hands quickly. There is no poison in the wontons. I came to you because your mother-in-law asked you to discuss your grandpa's birthday party."
Fu Yanye had no choice but to explain again.
Zhuo Jian stared at him for a while, unable to see the emotion in his eyes, and had to wash his hands willingly.
The aroma of the wontons could be smelled when she came out of the bathroom.
Suddenly I remembered the scene of two people eating wontons together at the dining table when I was a child, and my eyes blurred for a moment.
Her mother's wontons were the best in the world. Sometimes when Wang Yue left Fu Yanye at their house, her mother would make them for them both.
Zhuo Jian pulled out the chair, sat down emotionally, lowered his head, and dragged the bowl he had filled in front of her. Then he saw the coriander and chopped green onion in the small bowl, and added a little of them to the bowl.
inside.
Seeing that she was angry, Fu Yanye knew that he was looking for chopped green onions, served them to him, and then sat across from her.
“Didn’t my mother personally prepare grandpa’s birthday banquets in previous years?”
"Yeah! But when you come back this year, she said it will be left to the two of us this year."
"..."
When Zhuo Jian heard this, she couldn't help but look up at him again.
Fu Yanye was confused by what she saw. He couldn't help but sigh and asked her, "Can you stop looking at me like that?"
It took me a long time to learn how to make wontons.
"Is the birthday party at Starlight?"
Zhuo Jian immediately lowered his eyes and blew on the wontons in the spoon after asking.
"Well! Because it's my birthday, there will be a lot of people here this time. I'm afraid it will be busy by then, so be prepared to be burdened."
Fu Yanye also stirred the wontons in his bowl and said.
Zhuo Jian ate one, and he didn't know whether his eyes were smoked by the hot soup or stimulated by his words.
She couldn't help but look up at him again, and after swallowing, she made it clear to him: "I can help you now, but on the night of the birthday party, I'm afraid I won't be able to be there all the time."
Fu Yanye also ate a wonton before asking: "The reason!"
"We haven't figured out our affairs yet, haven't we? I don't want to be the object of discussion."
Zhuo Jian said.
"When your mother-in-law left, the Fu family took care of it for you. Why weren't you afraid of being the subject of everyone's discussion at that time?"
"Because you were still awake at that time."
"..."
Fu Yanye put down the spoon, leaned back on the chair, and stared at her indifferently with his black eyes.
The look in her eyes said that he was a bastard and a beast now.
"At that time, you gave me the divorce agreement and you were determined to get a divorce, but now..."
"I asked you to broadcast the news about the wedding after the new year to remind you that after the new year, I will really hold a wedding, and the woman will be you!"
Fu Yanye stretched out his legs under the table, his domineering and leering eyes were like hers, and every word was clear.
Zhuo Jian unconsciously looked at him in shock.
Fu Yanye continued: "Zhuo Jian, the heroine of the Eight Paintings."