No, what she should be concerned about is not, how did he find this place?
Zhuo Jian noticed that she was thinking something she shouldn't, and immediately lowered her eyes, pretending to sit down next to him calmly, and then asked him: "How did you find this place?"
Fu Yanye just picked up the water glass, and when he heard this, he looked up at her again and snorted: "I suddenly don't want to say it."
"..."
He looked at the water glass, then looked at her again, and asked hesitantly: "This water glass..."
"No one uses it."
Zhuo Jian understood that he was afraid that others would use it, which was a conditioned reflex explanation.
Fu Yanye took a sip of water. His stomach felt warm, but his heart was still cold.
He glanced at the house, then looked at the thinner woman sitting diagonally across from him, "Just moved in?"
"Well! I just signed the contract today, so the cleaning is not complete yet."
Zhuo Jian glanced at the floor he had just mopped, thinking that there were still several places that had not been cleaned.
"So you're cleaning here alone on New Year's Eve?"
"is it not OK?"
Zhuo Jian asked quietly.
Fu Yanye said nothing, just stared at her for a few seconds, and then continued to drink water.
But he was just depressed. She regarded him as an outsider after all, no matter how kind her elders were to her, no matter how good he was to her.
Zhuo Jian didn't hear him ask any more questions for a long time, so she couldn't help but ask him: "Are you here on a business trip?"
"Yeah, I'm still working on New Year's Eve."
Fu Yanye felt that she was out of her mind for asking this question.
But I just don’t want to say nice things.
Zhuo Jian felt uncomfortable and wanted to talk to him properly.
New Year's Eve.
"Then grandparents, parents, they..."
"Do you still have them in your heart?"
Fu Yanye's words were even colder.
Zhuo Jian lowered his head, pinched his cold little hands, and was speechless for a moment.
She really has her elders in her heart, but she still can't do it if she is asked to go back.
"I'm here to find you."
Seeing that her tears were about to fall, he said lightly and looked at her with a deeper look.
Zhuo Jian reflexively looked up at him.
He didn't understand how it felt to see a fellow villager on a day like this, and he even less understood how it felt to have her meet the person she had admired since she was a child but couldn't love her as she grew up.
He said he was here to find her, and her face suddenly burst into tears.
"It's not too late to come to me now."
Fu Yanye saw her crying so fiercely, guessing that she knew that she had really been too harsh on him during this period.
She should regret it.
Where can she find someone who is as sincere to her as him?
But Zhuo Jian just looked at him and lowered her head fiercely. She raised her hand to wipe her tears hard, but the tears fell on her chin and she couldn't wipe them away.
She got a little annoyed and then stood up: "I want to go to bed. Sit back and find someone to pick you up and take you to the hotel."
"What's the meaning?"
Fu Yanye narrowed his eyes and asked her.
"I haven't even cleaned the bedroom yet. If you have mysophobia, I won't keep you here."
After Zhuo Jian finished speaking, she turned to leave.
Fu Yanye put his foot directly on the coffee table in front of him.
The coffee table scraped against the floor and made a violent sound. Zhuo Jian looked back at him.
Fu Yanye gritted his teeth, "Just go to sleep!"
He wanted to see if she really couldn't sleep.
I just don't want to get along with him.
Zhuo Jian looked at him for a long time, with some words stuck in his throat but unable to come out.
"I can see that your conscience has been fed to the dog a long time ago, even if you..."
Before Fu Yanye finished his harsh words, his cell phone suddenly rang.
He glanced at it, then raised his eyes to look at the person standing there who hadn't left yet. His mind changed and he ordered her: "Come here, it's grandma."