Fu Yanye hadn't eaten anything all day long. Seeing that she didn't eat, he simply pulled her hand and said, "I'll eat it for you."
Zhuo Jian said nothing, he was already eating.
This was the first time Zhuo Jian knew that he liked instant noodles so much.
She thought he hated this kind of thing.
Soon his cell phone rang. He glanced out the window, wiped his mouth with a napkin, stood up and said, "Let's go!"
"where to?"
Zhuo Jian looked up at him, a little dull.
She was surprised that he ate two buckets of instant noodles.
"It's Chinese New Year tonight. I didn't come all this way just to eat instant noodles with you."
"..."
Zhuo Jian was speechless.
Fu Yanye took the two people's coats, put them on her when they went out, and then took her into a black Rolls-Royce.
The classic style looks particularly ceremonial when walking on the streets on New Year's Eve.
The two of them sat in the back, and Zhuo Jian kept looking out the window curiously.
Chinese New Year abroad is always incompatible with Chinese New Year.
But all in all, she has not been in China for four years.
In fact, she thought it was good to end the night working at home when she was alone abroad.
Take a shower when you are too tired and you will fall asleep soon after lying down.
She basically wouldn't let herself think too much on days like this, lest she couldn't help but shed tears of grievance.
After all, she is already twenty-four years old?
I was twenty years old when I went abroad, and my marriage was hidden.
And this time...
Actually, who knows?
No one knows her here.
The car stopped at one of the most famous hotels here, and the sky restaurant was booked. The entire floor was decorated warmly and romantically, and there was even a handsome guy standing inside playing the violin.
Fu Yanye took her inside, and the staff asked her to take off her coat.
Fu Yanye glanced at it and said calmly: "I'll do it!"
Zhuo Jian found these etiquettes troublesome, but when Fu Yanye stood beside her and held her collar back, she took it off and let him give it to the staff.
Fu Yanye also helped her pull out the chair like a gentleman.
Zhuo Jian stood aside and watched, feeling a little warm in her heart. She didn't know why, but smiled: "Thank you!"
The thank you was very low, but it was enough for him to hear.
Fu Yanye stopped beside her.
Zhuo Jian looked outside. Most of the city was in front of her. The silver lights on the river looked a little insignificant, but they had a unique charm.
The violinist came closer to them and then walked away with his violin.
The sound of the piano was melodious and beautiful. She didn't know what the music was, but she just thought it was very affectionate.
It's a bit inappropriate when the two of them are around.
Zhuo Jian fiddled with the scarf, and it was indeed a bit hot. The heat made her wound feel a little itchy.
Fu Yanye looked at her little movements and asked her: "Are you sure you don't want to take off the scarf?"
"No need! My cervical spine has been very uncomfortable recently."
She explained calmly.
Then the staff started serving food.
The last time Zhuo Jian enjoyed such treatment was when her father was here.
Fu Yanye no longer made things difficult for her, but seeing her face flush with heat made him a little distracted.
When the meal was almost done, Zhuo Jian finally couldn't help but ask him: "When did you book the restaurant?"
Because this floor was taken down by him, it was definitely not tonight.
"Before coming."
"how did you do that?"
Zhuo Jian was even more curious. Before coming, it was more than ten hours ago, right?
It stands to reason that on such an important day, all the tables on this floor must have been booked.