Zhuo Jian was wiping the floor and his eyes were dizzy when he heard a knock on the door and his heart trembled and his movements stopped.
It's late at night, Ouyang Ping is in China, and Li Yuqing has gone back in the morning, who could it be?
Zhuo Jian suddenly remembered that someone had put a knife to her throat when she entered the house that day. She stood up slowly with her heart in her hands. She tried her best to stay calm and walked to the door.
He put his ear gently against the door panel and stared at the keyhole that he had locked. After judging that the person couldn't kick the door open, he whispered: "Who?"
No one spoke outside, and she suddenly wondered, could she have heard wrongly?
Maybe you really are hallucinating.
Zhuo Jian breathed a sigh of relief and was about to leave when the door rang again.
Her heart trembled again, and she was about to cry, so she could only ask again: "Who?"
People outside heard her voice getting hoarse before they said, "Me!"
I?
Zhuo Jian frowned, and his tense heart gradually became hot.
This voice...
Fu Yanye?
She walked to the door again, lowered her head and asked softly through the crack of the door: "Fu Yanye?"
"Open the door!"
The sounds outside seemed a little irritating.
But it was indeed Fu Yanye.
Zhuo Jian subconsciously opened the door for him.
A gust of cold wind could not flow in and hit her immediately because his tall and straight body blocked it.
Zhuo Jian looked up at him, his eyes feeling hot for no apparent reason, and then became blurry.
Fu Yanye looked at her in annoyance, then suppressed his anger and asked her, "It seems you don't welcome me."
Zhuo Jian: "..."
She had not yet reacted to the person who suddenly appeared in front of her, the person who was supposed to spend the New Year with her elders in her hometown.
"If you don't answer the phone or reply to WeChat messages, you really want to dump me, huh?"
Fu Yanye continued to question her.
Zhuo Jian didn't know how to refute. It was true that she wanted to dump him, and it was also true that she didn't answer the phone or reply to WeChat messages, but...
But seeing him in a foreign country was like...
Suddenly, a feeling of loneliness surged up in my heart, and tears fell from my moist eyes.
Fu Yanye stared at her: "You still have the nerve to cry?"
Zhuo Jian immediately lowered his head, sniffed, and wiped his tears hard.
Fu Yanye stood there irritably, glanced at the next door, and couldn't help but sneer.
She actually moved here.
What is this called?
The most dangerous place is the safest place?
In order to be afraid that he would find her, she even used this idea?
"I'd better go!"
Seeing that she had no intention of inviting him in, Fu Yanye suddenly felt that he shouldn't be here.
She was so lovely when he was in bed, but why did he feel so cold as soon as he put on his clothes?
Zhuo Jian heard him say he was leaving, and subconsciously turned sideways, "Hey..."
Fu Yanye stopped and turned to look at her.
"Have you booked a flight home?"
Zhuo Jian saw him looking at him with such distant and reproachful eyes, lowered his head and asked in a low voice.
Fu Yanye was so angry that she put her hands in her pockets: "No!"
Without those two words, he said it very firmly.
"Then you come in and sit back."
Zhuo Jian said, stretched out his hand to give way, then turned around and walked two steps inside.
Fu Yanye frowned and looked at her. Was she deliberately keeping a distance from him?
But he walked in anyway.
He just said he was leaving but he didn't really want to leave.
I just want her to stay.
Of course, even if she didn't ask to stay, he wouldn't leave.
If you're here, you're here, why should you leave?
Zhuo Jian carried the bucket for washing rags and went inside. When he came out again, he had a cup of hot water in his hand and asked him: "Would you like a cup of water to warm yourself up?"