"Do you know that this knife looks small, but it can still kill someone?"
Fu Yanye became serious, with a deep and charming charm.
Of course, Zhuo Jian can't fall in love with his charm now, because settling accounts after the fall is really scary.
Zhuo Jian murmured: "Are you afraid that I will really kill her?"
Fu Yanye's eyes narrowed slightly: "What does her death have to do with me? But what if you were accidentally killed by her? Or what if you accidentally killed yourself when you did it?"
"..."
He is always different from what she thinks.
"I don't want to blame you, but you are really too impulsive this time. If something happens to you and the child, what will I do in the future?"
Fu Yanye asked her.
Zhuo Jian's eyes were a little dry and hot after being stimulated by his few words, and she couldn't help but lower her head.
Fu Yanye saw her eyes were red, and gently touched her face with his fingers, "Do you know you are wrong?"
Zhuo Jian was a little reluctant, but still nodded.
Fu Yanye reached out and hugged the back of her head, pressing her into his arms.
Zhuo Jian reflexively put her arms around his broad chest and explained in a low voice: "What I was thinking at the time was, what should I do if she goes back on her word when I see her last? There must be something in my hand that can threaten me.
She, but what can I blackmail her with?"
"So you thought of getting a knife?"
"Yeah, but I didn't really want to kill her, I just wanted to scare her."
"..."
Fu Yanye lowered his eyes and looked at Zhuo Jian's pitiful look when he looked at her, even if he didn't trust her. He couldn't help but press her into his arms again: "Fool, as long as I'm here, how dare she not give it to you?"
"But how do I know whether I am as important as her in your heart?"
"What did you say?"
"The whole world knows that she is the Bai Yueguang you have loved for many years."
To a man, white moonlight is just like a red rose or a cinnabar mole?
Fu Yanye frowned: "You are really stupid. I obeyed her just because she saved my life and I was repaying her kindness."
"But......"
"The doctor said that following her would help her treatment. At that time, I thought about letting her suffer. Anyway, I would withdraw when she was well, and even more so when she died."
"..."
"So don't listen to Bai Yueguang. Your husband didn't know how much he cared about you before. After he found out, he couldn't have anyone else in his heart."
Fu Yanye confessed to her solemnly.
Zhuo Jian felt a little dumbfounded, and couldn't help but ask softly: "Does this count as a confession?"
"What do you think?"
He thought that he would have more confessions in the future.
To make her feel at ease.
Zhuo Jian's eyes suddenly filled with squeamishness, and she snorted at him, then pressed her whole face into his warm embrace, and wrapped her hands around his strong waist: "Fu Yanye, you must always be so good to me."
Fu Yanye couldn't help but smile and kissed the top of her head: "Yes!"
That "um" sound was obviously muffled and extremely depressing, but it also made people feel that they could risk their lives for this one word.
Before her tears fell, Zhuo Jian turned her head and buried her face in his chest, with the corners of her lips raised.
Fu Yanye lowered his head to look at her. He looked at her several times but didn't see it. He reminded her good-naturedly: "Did you wipe your nose on your shirt?"
"Hate!"
Zhuo Jian squeezed him gently and then raised his head.
He didn't see the snot, only his little wife's red and tearful eyes.
"why cry?"
Fu Yanye asked her.
"I'm so touched! My husband protects me so much, cares about me so much, and cares about me so much."
Zhuo Jian said it to him without any pretense, looking at him with stars in her eyes.