Zhuo Jian walked over and called him softly, holding back her sore nose: "Fu Yanye."
Fu Yanye ignored her and even put the quilt over his head.
Zhuo Jian gently pulled down the quilt and continued to murmur: "I haven't disinfected the quilt."
He still didn't move. Zhuo Jian thought he was probably too sleepy, so she didn't plan to offend him anymore and said, "Then you go to sleep for a while. I'll wait for Uncle Zhou to bring you clothes before I call you."
After Zhuo Jian finished speaking, he saw that there was still no movement under the quilt and went out.
After gently closing the door for him, she returned to the sofa.
Looking at the half-eaten pancake fruit, she no longer had any appetite. Instead, her stomach suddenly started to churn, and she ran to the bathroom uncomfortably.
Only a little bit was vomited out.
She thought that she was not suitable for eating pancakes and fruits recently.
However, she probably didn't have a chance to eat it.
Since the old lady was fine, she planned to go to her old house and then leave.
But after waiting and waiting for an hour, Uncle Zhou still hadn't come.
She cleaned up the area around the sofa, then went to the bathroom, took out all his clothes, folded them and put them in a bag, thinking that she would ask Uncle Zhou to take them to him for dry cleaning later.
result......
Uncle Zhou didn't come, but his cell phone rang again. Zhuo Jian's heart trembled when she saw it was Lin Ruxiang. Her body seemed to be numb for a while, but soon she clicked the switch and then looked for it in silence.
It’s Fu Yanye.
He is still sleeping.
Lin Ruxiang's phone number should be very important to him, no matter what the reason.
Zhuo Jian called him softly: "Fu Yanye."
Fu Yanye turned over irritably, raised his eyelids, and looked at her dissatisfied.
Zhuo Jian handed the phone to him, not wanting to offend him, and whispered: "Lin Ruxiang's phone number."
Fu Yanye didn't answer the phone, but grabbed her wrist angrily.
Zhuo Jian fell down instantly, then lay on her side on the bed, hugged tightly by him.
Zhuo Jian still held his mobile phone in his hand, and a voice came from his arms, muffled, "Aren't you going to answer the phone?"
What if it's a matter of life and death?
Fu Yanye hugged her tightly, took the phone away and put it aside, saying only: "Sleep."
Zhuo Jian was about to be suffocated to death, so he couldn't help but say again: "I have slept."
"Sleep again."
"But I'm not sleepy."
"Shut up!"
"I'm almost suffocated!"
Zhuo Jian really felt suffocated.
Fu Yanye then let go of her a little, raised her chin to let her breathe, and when he saw her eyes were red, he asked her unhappily: "What have I done to make you feel wronged again?"
"It was just boring, just now."
It's not that she didn't care, but when she thought about what that woman might have had with him, she just...
Yes, she is sour.
But she couldn't say.
When Fu Yanye heard her hoarse voice, the only thing he did was lower his head and kiss her.
Her lips were ice cold, and so were her hands.
Fu Yanye put her hands on his waist to keep her as warm as possible.
Zhuo Jian raised her fingers and did not dare to touch his skin directly. Fu Yanye kissed him and murmured: "It's not like I haven't touched him before. Hold me tight."
"..."
Zhuo Jian's heart trembled, and she thought, can it be the same?
Fu Yanye urged: "Hurry up."
Just as Zhuo Jian was about to put his hand on it, his cell phone suddenly rang again behind his head, and Zhuo Jian's fingers curled hard on his back again.
Fu Yanye had to stop kissing her. He hated the ringtone of his cell phone, so he took his hand away from her, found the phone, looked at it, and turned it off.