"It's cold outside. Madam, you have to catch a flight tomorrow, so you'd better go upstairs and go to bed."
"..."
Zhuo Jian finally went upstairs dejectedly and returned to her room.
Even though I can't help but look outside.
But tonight, are they destined to separate?
After returning home last night, although he was very eager for her, he still resisted wanting her in the end.
He said it wasn't that he couldn't bear it, as long as she had him in her heart.
Zhuo Jian thought, he knew she was in his heart, so he would be able to bear not seeing her for this night, right?
If he comes but can't enter the house, then he should go back, right?
She lay on the bed, tossing and turning, and didn't know how long it took before she fell asleep.
At dawn the next day, Zhuo Jian woke up in a daze. Not only did he have a splitting headache, but he was also very bored.
More importantly, she heard a cell phone ring.
How is this going?
Wasn't his cell phone confiscated?
She quickly opened her eyes, then vaguely saw the familiar mobile phone, and immediately reached out to get it.
The word "husband" was displayed on the screen again. Her heart trembled and she immediately answered: "Hello?"
She spoke carefully, but she didn't sleep well and her throat was scratchy.
"Did I wake you up?"
Fu Yanye asked in a calm voice.
"No, I'm already awake. You and I are at my parents' place."
Zhuo Jian sat up and almost couldn't find his voice.
Fu Yanye heard her nervousness and sighed: "It's so heartless. I waited outside for you all night."
"Ah? Was it really you who honked the car horn last night? Uncle Wang told me that he didn't hear it."
She almost thought it was an illusion.
"We'll talk about it later."
Fu Yanye suddenly hung up the phone, and his voice seemed quite irritable.
Zhuo Jian felt uneasy and couldn't help but look outside.
When she got out of bed and walked to the window, she saw his car driving in and quickly stopping at the door.
"Young Madam, Madam has asked you to go downstairs for breakfast."
Auntie called her at the door.
"Oh! Come right away!"
Zhuo Jian said and quickly went to find clothes to change.
Fu Yanye was stopped when he entered the living room. The old man called him: "Aye, come and sit back with me."
Fu Yanye stopped: "I'll go upstairs first."
"Come here, I have something to ask you."
The old man said, quite seriously.
Fu Yanye just walked over, but still couldn't help but glance upstairs.
"Did you and your wife fight with Lin Ruxiang the night before yesterday?"
The old man asked him.
"No!"
Fu Yanye was absent-minded, but it is conceivable that the Lin family must have contributed to the fact that this matter was spread to the old man.
"Then why did Lin Jiaoyang tell people that your wife almost killed his daughter?"
The old man asked again.
Fu Yanye: "..."
In the blink of an eye, he saw the woman coming downstairs, wearing a beautiful little skirt and a rosy little face, which made his heart skip a beat and pounced on her.
Zhuo Jian also glanced at him secretly, and immediately lowered her eyes shyly.
The two of them just looked at each other for a second. If it weren't for the fact that there were elders here, Fu Yanye really didn't want to wait any longer.
"Good morning grandpa!"
At this time, the old man was sitting in the living room. She walked over to say hello and sat next to Fu Yanye 'naturally'.