When he saw her expectant eyes, he slowly swallowed the sour bamboo shoots and said in a deep voice, "It's not bad."
"right?"
Zhuo Jian knew that he didn't like to eat things that were too sour or spicy before. His taste was on the bland side and he was a carnivore.
But later on, who knows? People change.
Zhuo Jian continued to eat her own, and the meal turned out to be harmonious.
However, the aunt who took care of them was very surprised and couldn't help but say: "I have never seen the young master being fed before, and he still used other people's chopsticks."
After hearing this, Fu Yanye only looked at Zhuo Jian deeply.
Zhuo Jian smiled awkwardly and politely and said to her aunt: "You don't know, our young master is different now from before, and his mysophobia will be cured soon."
"Really? That's great!"
Auntie was very excited after hearing this.
Fu Yanye frowned.
He had no good plans.
There is nothing wrong with being mysophobic, but she is the person he sleeps with, so he doesn't have to be so mysophobic about her.
Zhuo Jian didn't know what he was thinking, but after dinner Fu Yanye went to pour a glass of red wine, and when he came back, he pulled out the chair next to her.
Zhuo Jian looked at him sitting next to her, her long eyelashes trembled in confusion, and asked him: "Why are you sitting here?"
Fu Yanye took a sip of wine and heard her cell phone ringing before she could reply.
Zhuo Jian was relatively close to his phone and took it for him.
Fu Yanye answered the phone with one hand and placed one hand behind her chair, tangled in her hair and played with it.
Zhuo Jian only heard his deep voice humming, and then her eyes saw the hair tangled between his fingers.
He seemed to enjoy playing with her hair.
Zhuo Jian guessed that Fu Yanye had put down his mobile phone, but his expression was a little arrogant.
"What happened?"
Zhuo Jian asked doubtfully.
Fu Yanye stared at her with his dark eyes, "The stock price has fallen."
Zhuo Jian's heart skipped a beat.
The stock price of Fu Group has been rising steadily, has it fallen?
Zhuo Jian suddenly thought of the public opinion this morning. Could it be because Lin Ruxiang committed suicide?
I originally thought that Lin Ruxiang committed suicide just to let public opinion overwhelm her and make her afraid to hold a wedding with Fu Yanye.
Zhuo Jian asked subconsciously: "What should we do now?"
"Do you have any idea?"
Fu Yanye saw her serious look and asked her.
Zhuo Jian's eyes moved, and he replied the next second: "Treat him in his own way."
Fu Yanye caught the flash of keenness and silence in her eyes.
Zhuo Jian couldn't hear what he was saying, so she raised her eyes to meet his. Seeing his dark eyes, she thought about it and asked him, "Are you reluctant to let go?"
"Um?"
"Doesn't it make Lin Ruxiang sad if you don't want to leave?"
Zhuo Jian's words didn't sound like he was uncertain just now, but rather a bit more certain.
Fu Yanye's fingers tangled in her hair loosened slightly, and her long hair was pinched by his thumb just as it was about to disappear from his fingertips.
Zhuo Jian's heart tightened when she saw his action.
"If I'm not willing to give up..."
Halfway through Fu Yanye's words, his dark eyes looking at her hair suddenly raised to look at her.
Zhuo Jian reflexively looked at him, but at this moment her heart sank. She felt that he was diving into her heart. She didn't know whether he intended to turn things upside down or to let her live in peace.