Fu Yanye slept directly on the sofa. When he woke up, he felt something hurting his head.
His long and bony hands touched the top of his head, and then a black object appeared in his sight.
A very delicate black bag, not big enough to hold a mobile phone or something.
And it looks quite familiar.
Like...
His wife's?
Wife?
Isn't she abroad?
she......
came back?
Fu Yanye sat up from the sofa...
But there was no one in the living room. When did she come back?
Fu Yanye suddenly felt something was wrong. Could it be...
Did she come back yesterday? Last night?
Fu Yanye looked at the bag in his hand, and the next moment he glanced at the empty wine bottles and glasses on the table. He was upset after drinking too much last night and didn't want to go upstairs.
Because as soon as he went upstairs and saw the empty big bed, he would think of her.
Her body was delicate and soft, but she was not in his arms.
And she is always so cold-witted.
Fu Yanye doesn't like her like this, but if she comes back, then now...
The person suddenly jumped up from the sofa, his legs were long enough, and he ran upstairs in almost less than a minute.
The door was suddenly pushed open from the outside.
There was someone sleeping on the bed.
He heard his heart beating very hard.
Is she really back?
Zhuo Jian was frightened by the knock on the door. She sat up and looked at the man standing at the door languidly, "You're back."
Fu Yanye looked at her, her image was really not good now, but...
His legs moved, and then he shook his hands unnaturally, and then said lightly: "Yes."
Seeing that he was not moving, Zhuo Jian couldn't help but ask him again: "Why are you standing there?"
Fu Yanye looked at her again. They had a fight and they hadn't seen each other for so long. What did she mean by asking him like this now?
Fu Yanye moved his long legs forward, which was very far-fetched.
But in the end he walked to the bed.
Zhuo Jian looked up at him: "What's wrong with you?"
"When did you come back?"
Fu Yanye looked at her and asked.
"Seven o'clock last night."
Zhuo Jian said.
Seven o'clock last night?
She came back so early?
"Then why didn't you call me?"
"I guess you'll always come back to spend the night!"
Zhuo Jian looked at him, suddenly feeling a little sad. He didn't come back last night?
"I came back last night, but I didn't know you were upstairs."
Fu Yanye immediately explained, but the look in her eyes was still incomprehensible. Zhuo Jian looked up and felt a little dizzy. He raised his hand and touched his neck. It felt cold. Then he looked up at him again and said, "A little bit."
I’m dizzy. I’m probably jet lagged. Can I sleep again?”
"..."
Fu Yanye frowned.
"Let's talk after you wake up."
After Zhuo Jian finished speaking, he fell down again.
Fu Yanye frowned even more tightly, she only occupied a little space on the bed.
Sleeping on the sofa was actually not comfortable, and he felt that he didn't sleep well either.
but......
Her face seemed to be flushed abnormally, and he subconsciously reached out to touch it.
Zhuo Jian's heart trembled, but he pretended not to feel anything and continued to close his eyes, trying to fall asleep quickly.
"You have a fever!"
After Fu Yanye finished speaking, he touched her cheek again, and then directly put his hand into the back of her neck, his face becoming increasingly ugly.
Zhuo Jian's face turned red all the way to the place he touched.