Zhuo Jian walked over, but before she could think of how to greet him, Fu Yanye raised his eyes first and then put away his phone.
Zhuo Jian smiled subconsciously: "Have you been waiting for a long time?"
Fu Yanye looked at her deeply with black eyes.
Zhuo Jian's heart beat faster when he saw her. She didn't know why, but she always felt that after a week, the newlyweds seemed to have a deep sense of distance.
Not long after, Fu Yanye reached out and took her suitcase: "Where is Ouyang Ping?"
"Ah! She left early!"
Zhuo Jian said.
Fu Yanye nodded, "Then let's go!"
His legs were long, and he could take more than two steps forward of her. Zhuo Jian reluctantly followed behind.
"Have you finished handling your company's affairs?"
She later heard that three people had died.
"Um!"
Fu Yanye responded, but his mood was not high.
Zhuo Jian felt something was wrong and had no strength to continue chasing him, so she stopped.
Fu Yanye walked out for a while, but felt that she hadn't followed him. In a blink of an eye, he saw that she was lagging behind and not walking anymore, so he walked back again: "Let's go back first."
Zhuo Jian's hand was naturally held by him and taken away.
His palms felt a little cold, and Zhuo Jian felt that he was in a bad mood, guessing that he might not be handling things well, so she tried her best to keep up with him.
It was on the way back to his old house. Fu Yanye just drove and didn't take the initiative to talk.
Zhuo Jian looked out the window for a while, and finally couldn't help but look at him, "You don't seem happy."
"Yeah?"
He said two words lightly, "lack of interest".
Zhuo Jian wanted to communicate with him about many things, but she didn't know which one to start with, so she stopped talking.
But Fu Yanye suddenly said: "My newlywed wife suddenly went on a business trip without my knowledge. I don't know which husband is still happy."
"..."
Zhuo Jian was given a slap in the face and immediately understood the reason for his unhappiness.
“Is Venice fun?”
There was silence in the carriage for a while. Fu Yanye didn't want to be too depressed and asked again.
"good."
This time it was her turn and she didn't know what to say.
Fu Yanye glanced at her in the rearview mirror, and the car suddenly stopped under the thick parasol trees on the side of the road.
Zhuo Jian could only look at him again, "Why did you stop?"
Fu Yanye was upset and wanted to scold her, but when he saw the wedding ring on his hand, he silently continued to start the car.
Anyway, the atmosphere is very strange.
After arriving at the old house, Zhuo Jian quickly got out of the car, feeling as if he had walked away from the gates of hell.
Zhuo Jian took out the gifts he bought for the elders and divided them among them. Fu Yanye looked at them for a while and then stood up: "I feel a little uncomfortable. I'll go upstairs and lie down for a while."
The elders ignored him and only praised Zhuo Jian for the gift he bought.
Seeing him go up, Zhuo Jian felt very uneasy and subconsciously stood up: "Grandpa, grandma, parents, I'll go upstairs first."
"okay!"
The elders were a little stunned and didn't understand what was going on.
Just think that the young couple had a quarrel?
It shouldn’t be!
Didn’t the wedding just end?
Fu Yanye had already entered the bathroom after Zhuo Jian went upstairs. She found a delicate small box from her bag and waited outside.
When Fu Yanye came out, he saw Zhuo Jian sitting on the edge of the bed. Zhuo Jian immediately looked up at him and stood up when he saw him coming out.
"I have something to say"
"Go get the hair dryer and dry my hair first."
Fu Yanye didn't seem to notice her nervousness. He gave a faint order, wiped his hair and walked to the bed to sit down.
"..."
Zhuo Jian was suddenly speechless.
Fu Yanye raised his eyes to look at her and said in a deep voice: "Go!"
Zhuo Jian had to go get him a hair dryer to dry his hair first.
Fu Yanye sat on the edge of the bed with his head lowered. Zhuo Jian stood in front of him with a hairdryer, drying him a little roughly.
Until he suddenly felt his heart being pressed, Zhuo Jian trembled and stopped moving his hands.