Zhuo Jian put down the spoon in her hand and took the phone. Her aunt had already picked it up for her. It was Ouyang Ping.
"Hello?"
"Have you met your husband?"
Ouyang Ping asked her on the phone.
Zhuo Jian glanced at Fu Yanye subconsciously, then stood up: "Yeah."
Fu Yanye watched Zhuo Jian leave with his cell phone, and frowned unconsciously. Do you have to carry him behind your back to make a phone call?
"It's Miss Ouyang."
When her aunt saw that he was unhappy, she was afraid that he would misunderstand, so she whispered to him next to him.
Fu Yanye: "..."
The aunt withdrew, but he was really unhappy. He couldn't help but think, the aunt didn't think he was jealous because he mistakenly thought he was a man, right?
He doesn't.
Zhuo Jian went back after making the call. Five minutes had passed. Fu Yanye leaned in the chair and looked at her. Seeing that she wanted to drink the porridge, she moved her thin lips and said, "Aunt Zhang, please give me some more."
Madam, please give me a bowl of porridge."
"Hey, okay!"
Auntie immediately filled a bowl of hot food and brought it to Zhuo Jian.
Zhuo Jian glanced at Fu Yanye subconsciously and said to him, "It's Sister Pingping."
"Do you think I care who it is?"
"..."
In this case, she has nothing to say.
Fu Yanye saw that she no longer wanted to explain, but couldn't help but ask her, "What did she say?"
Zhuo Jian felt that this person was really awkward, so she didn't respond to him in a good mood, "Ask me if I've seen you, and what time is my flight back."
Fu Yanye later became upset when he heard the word "plane".
"If you are anxious, I will send you away now."
He leaned back in his chair and spoke in a cold voice.
The aunt and the chef were listening to their conversation inside, and frowned unconsciously with worry. At first, they thought this little couple was sour and sweet, so there was no need to worry, who knew it would fall apart so soon.
"I want to finish this bowl of porridge first."
Zhuo Jian glanced at him and spoke softly.
Fu Yanye didn't say anything, he stood up and walked out first with his long legs.
Zhuo Jian still has no appetite. She just feels that it is made with care and she cannot waste one bowl or another.
Concern and disgust only take a moment.
Zhuo Jian silently put the porridge into his mouth, but he felt a little lost in the taste.
Later she went out and Fu Yanye was sitting on the sofa in the living room.
She knew it, and her aunt was probably afraid that she would worry, so she told her quietly just now.
She walked over and said, "It's the afternoon flight. Uncle Zhou will see me off."
Fu Yanye suddenly stopped playing with the phone, raised his eyes, and looked at her with murderous eyes, "You mean you don't need me to give it to you?"
Zhuo Jian didn't know why he was so troublesome. She felt her eyes were numb. She just sat down and stood up again, "You don't need to give it away. I don't even want to look at it."
Fu Yanye: "..."
She turned around and went upstairs. Fu Yanye held the phone in his hand for a long time and finally threw it aside.
It’s almost eleven o’clock for the afternoon flight.
Fu Yanye glanced at his watch, and then his mood became worse and worse. In less than half a minute, he stood up from the sofa with a chill.
When the aunt came out with the fruit, she saw him heading towards the stairs with his long legs. She couldn't help but muttered: "Oh, this little ancestor must not lose his temper with the young lady."
Zhuo Jian was looking at the scenery outside the window in her room. It had to be said that in this season, the yard was so beautiful that she wanted to go downstairs for a stroll.
I came back late yesterday, and I was too distracted to think about it. Only then did I realize that I had almost missed such a beautiful scene.
But......
When she thought that he was still downstairs, she didn't want to go down again.
If the meeting will be crowded, it is better not to meet.
But the door suddenly opened.
Zhuo Jian reflexively looked over and saw Fu Yanye standing at the door. When he closed the door, he also looked at her, "What?"