Although the scar was very shallow, it was very straight. It looked like it was scratched by a knife or something.
As for the branches, it is impossible to have such a shape.
"Give you one last chance."
Fu Yanye said something again, which was also an ultimatum.
"Someone broke into the apartment with a knife."
Zhuo Jian didn't dare to hide anything from him anymore, but she didn't dare to look at him when talking.
In fact, she didn't want to tell him too much about herself.
Just like those three years, she didn't live very well, but she knew that she could only bear it alone.
No one can really empathize with you unless he really cares about you and has been through the same situation as you.
Fu Yanye gritted his teeth and looked at her, and after a long time he asked her bitterly: "Why didn't you tell me earlier?"
"It's so far away, so what's the point?"
Zhuo Jian whispered.
Fu Yanye's eyes suddenly became clear, and he unconsciously squeezed her wrist harder.
Zhuo Jian felt pain in her wrist, but she also felt uncomfortable in her heart for no reason. She didn't know when the tears started flowing. When she found out, the pillow was a little wet.
The room suddenly became quiet.
The two of them were in such an ambiguous posture, but neither one wanted to say anything.
Or maybe, I don’t know what to say to the other person.
"Who made you go so far? Did I say I would wait for you to come home? Zhuo Jian, you can't take my words seriously, can you?"
"no!"
Zhuo Jian retorted and looked at him sadly.
Doesn't he know that it's because she always took his words seriously that now she doesn't dare to say anything to him?
"No? Indeed not!"
Fu Yanye looked at her with disappointed eyes, and then slowly left her.
Zhuo Jian saw him sitting next to him, so she also sat up, and subconsciously went to get a scarf to cover her neck.
Fu Yanye caught sight of it from the corner of his eye and immediately took the scarf away from her hand.
Zhuo Jian's hand suddenly became empty, and she raised her eyes to look at him.
Fu Yanye held the scarf hard and didn't let go until the phone in his pants pocket rang.
"Hello?"
Fu Yanye answered the phone.
Ruxiang: "Happy New Year, Yanye!"
"Um!"
He weakly agreed and hung up the phone.
The next moment his eyes darkened, and then he turned to look at the person who was also looking at him, and asked, "Have you called the police?"
Zhuo Jian didn't expect him to ask this suddenly and agreed: "I'll report it."
"No one was caught?"
"Um!"
Zhuo Jian nodded.
She has no power here. Calling the police is just a procedure. People knew she was from a TV station, so they checked the surveillance.
Fu Yanye sighed, looked down at the scarf and was silent for a while.
"Last time Su Bai said someone hit you with a car..."
Fu Yanye wanted to say something more to her, but when he thought that she was hiding everything from him, he couldn't continue.
He lowered his head and choked, his throat rolling, and then continued to stare at the scarf.
"Maybe I don't know who I have offended."
Zhuo Jian murmured.
Fu Yanye chuckled after hearing this and turned to look at her.
Zhuo Jian looked into his dark eyes, pursed her lips subconsciously, and said loudly: "But I have no evidence. All speculations without evidence can only be speculations. If you say it, some people may
Consider it a false accusation."
"Then what are you talking to me now?"
Fu Yanye asked her coldly.
Zhuo Jian looked at him for a few seconds, then lowered his eyes and replied to him while getting out of bed: "Then I won't say anything."
Fu Yanye grabbed her wrist and stared at her with black eyes: "Some of the people you are talking about are me, right?"