Su Bai was afraid that she would talk nonsense, so she was a little nervous, but what could she say? Zhang Mingliang lowered her eyes and looked at her nose and heart.
Zhuo Jian felt that the two of them had a strange aura.
Fu Yanye listened for a while and couldn't help but ask, "Since everything is fine, let's go back to our homes."
Zhuo Jian turned to look at him, "I thought you didn't want to go home."
"Let's go back first."
Fu Yanye grabbed her hand.
But Zhuo Jian quickly pushed away.
Fu Yanye looked at her again.
In the huge corridor, everyone was watching the excitement.
Su Bai was very interested in taking Zhuo Jian away, as long as Fu Yanye dared to say a word that he didn't believe her.
Zhang Mingliang asked Su Bai: "Shall we go back first?"
Only then did Su Bai come back to his senses and glanced at her.
Zhang Mingliang reminded him with her eyes that this was not the place for him to get involved.
Su Bai glanced at Zhuo Jian and suddenly laughed again, "Jian Jian, dear, if he dares not to trust you, remember to call Brother Su Bai."
Fu Yanye gave him a killing look.
Su Bai put his hands in his pockets and walked around them to leave.
Zhang Mingliang followed soon after.
Fu Yanye looked at Zhuo Jian again, "Let's go back first."
"Did you really mistakenly think that Li Yuqing and I were entangled just now?"
Zhuo Jian asked him.
Fu Yanye paused as he was about to walk out, then looked straight at her with black eyes, and said sourly: "Zhuo Jian, you probably don't know that a man hears his woman alone in a private room with another man.
How it would feel, but you must have felt how it felt when you heard that I was in a hotel with a woman, right?"
"..."
"My mood now should be similar to yours when I saw those scandals."
He seems indifferent but very serious.
The last two people returned home again, it was almost eleven o'clock.
They all know that they don't completely trust each other.
So after returning home, the two of them sat in the living room and fell into a long silence.
Her throat was still uncomfortable. Fu Yanye looked at her and asked her, "Would you like some water?"
Zhuo Jian raised her eyes to look at him and saw that he still cared about her at this time and did not refuse, "I want to."
Fu Yanye got up and went to help her pour water.
Zhuo Jian sat there a little tired, and her eyelids began to tremble.
In such a short period of time, the two of them seemed to have formed a knot.
Zhuo Jian lowered his eyes and looked at the ring on his hand. He suddenly remembered the question asked by the reporter in the private room, and felt upset again.
Fu Yanye poured the water back and put it in front of her.
Zhuo Jian came to her senses and took the water, "Thank you."
This thank you silently added another layer of barrier between the two.
Fu Yanye sat next to her again and stared at her thoughtfully.
Zhuo Jian took a sip of water and noticed that he was staring at her, so she looked back at him, "What's wrong?"
"I suddenly want to hear you tell me what the marriage you want is like."
Fu Yanye said coldly.
What does she want for a marriage?
"Just, be more tolerant."
She thought about it and thought of many things, but she realized that the two of them had discussed this issue more than once, so she lost interest in talking about it. To sum up, what they lacked most towards each other now was tolerance.
Fu Yanye stared at her with his dark eyes. The word "tolerance" was a bit familiar. Who had said it to whom?
