Fu Yanye looked at the woman who was blushing because of an advertisement and said, then turned and walked towards the restaurant.
Zhuo Jian's head hurt a little. She had to remember something if she wanted to, but soon the matter was suppressed by the headache.
When Zhuo Jian walked into the restaurant, she smelled the aroma of rice and immediately felt a little more energetic.
She was really hungry. She didn't get much rest last night. First she cleaned, and then he...
But just when she was enjoying her meal, someone suddenly interrupted her.
"You used to spend the holidays alone?"
Fu Yanye asked.
Zhuo Jian subconsciously raised her eyes to meet him, but quickly lowered her eyes again, stirring the porridge in the bowl thoughtfully for a while, and whispered: "No, there are classmates."
"Then why are you alone this time?"
Fu Yanye stared at her with his deep black eyes and continued to ask.
Zhuo Jian groaned unconsciously, still keeping a low profile, "I just moved and need to be cleaned."
"When something happened to your father, your mother was afraid that you would be implicated, so she asked you to go abroad to avoid the limelight."
"Um?"
Zhuo Jian couldn't help but look at him, but he lowered his eyes and looked at the rice in his bowl, and then raised his eyes again after a long time. Zhuo Jian felt that he was suddenly a little excited.
"It's not that I won't let you go back."
"..."
Zhuo Jian looked at him in surprise. Wasn't it because he wouldn't let her go back?
Fu Yanye suddenly put down the spoon in his hand and said, "Eat it yourself."
He got up and left.
Zhuo Jian sat there, quietly watching his leaving figure, but there were other emotions in her heart.
Why did he suddenly say this?
Now that her mother has left, what he said is true or false...
What her mother said before she left came to Zhuo Jian's mind, "Since he won't let you return to China, you can live outside now. Anyway, you don't need to worry about me."
Today is the first day of the Lunar New Year, and it’s really not good to think about the past.
Zhuo Jian quickly put away his emotions, and then gulped down the porridge again.
The porridge he cooked turned out to be so delicious.
With his skills, if he is willing to cook every day, those who are with him will be really lucky.
Fu Yanye went out to smoke a cigarette and went back in when he heard a cell phone ringing inside.
Or Li Yuqing.
When Zhuo Jian came out of the restaurant, she saw him standing on the sofa, holding her mobile phone.
this......
"Wait a moment, I'm looking for you."
Fu Yanye said the first two words to the person on the other end of the phone, and the next two words to Zhuo Jian.
Zhuo Jian strode over, looked at him a little unhappy, and answered the phone: "Hello?"
"Happy New Year! I wish my uncle and aunt a Happy New Year, good health and all the best!"
Zhuo Jian smiled unconsciously as he spoke, as if he just felt like celebrating the New Year.
Fu Yanye looked at her with dark eyes. If she raised her eyes now, she would know how vicious his eyes were.
Zhuo Jian lowered his head and turned around while answering the phone, murmuring: "Well, I came last night. Well, let's do this for now. Bye."
Fu Yanye looked better after hearing this.
"what did he say?"
Fu Yanye watched her put down her phone and asked her.
Zhuo Jian said: "It's just a New Year greeting, nothing else."
"Why do you talk so much about New Year greetings?"
Fu Yanye asked again.
Zhuo Jian couldn't help but look up at him. He had so many things to do.
Just make a phone call.
She walked to the sofa and sat down, "You want to take care of this too?"
Fu Yanye saw her unhappy on the sofa holding a pillow, and sat next to her, with his chest facing her side: "Who cares if I don't care?"
Zhuo Jian had a stubborn face and looked down at the table, unwilling to speak any more.
Fu Yanye saw that the scar on her neck was a little red and couldn't help but want to touch it, but as soon as he raised his hand, Zhuo Jian immediately ducked aside.
I just lay down on my side.
Fu Yanye looked at her with dark eyes, and asked: "What? Invite me?"
"No! What did you want to do just now?"
Zhuo Jian hugged the pillow and immediately hid beside the sofa farthest from him and asked him.
"It looks like your scar is infected."
Fu Yanye murmured, leaning forward, pressing his shoulders on the armrest of the sofa, pushing her long hair to one side, and then gently touching the scar.
