There are people who don't even let go of babies who are just a few months old.
Zhuo Jian trembled and covered her tear-stained face. The tears could no longer be wiped away. She wiped them a few times and blocked her mouth before she collapsed and cried. However, the cry immediately leaked out from between her fingers.
come out.
It was as if she suddenly understood why she had pushed her away after her father's accident, and finally understood that there were still many thrilling hardships waiting for her in this world.
She raised her eyes when the door was pushed open from the outside. Although she couldn't see clearly, the figure was him.
She tried to stop herself from crying, but the closer he got, the more her tears flowed out in protest, and her trembling lips soon leaked out the cry again.
Fu Yanye looked at her with dark eyes, and when he came closer, he gently put a hand on her shoulder.
At that moment, Zhuo Jian felt a little dizzy and couldn't help but lean on him.
Fu Yanye also raised his other hand and stroked her head gently. He didn't know what to say if he wanted to comfort her, so he could only hold her so gently as comfort.
Zhuo Jian cried so much that his internal organs ached, and Fu Yanye almost died from hearing it.
But she couldn't stop, and he didn't dare ask her to stop.
Sometimes, it's better to cry than to hold in your inner hurt.
After an unknown amount of time, the cell phone in her pocket kept urging her, and she gradually stopped crying. She realized that she was rude, and wiped her face hard, wiping all the tears on her hands.
Feeling that there were still tears on her face, she wiped away her tears while taking her mobile phone. It was a colleague. She smelled the emotions, touched her face and picked up, her voice was still hoarse: "Hello?"
"I know, eh."
After answering the phone, she didn't look up. She didn't know why. Suddenly she didn't know how to look at him anymore. She just asked, "Will you find out who wants to kidnap Chengcheng?"
"Yes, within today."
Fu Yanye solemnly promised her.
Zhuo Jian then raised his eyes again, looking at him with misty and aching eyes, but for a moment he didn't know what he was talking about.
She just didn't control her emotions well and shouldn't have acted like this in front of him.
Zhuo Jian accidentally saw that his shirt was wet with her tears, and subconsciously wanted to wipe it for him, but after thinking about it, she held her hand and did not move, and only reminded: "Your shirt is dirty."
Fu Yanye looked at her and then at his shirt, "It's not dirty."
Zhuo Jian didn't know what it felt like. It would be nice if he didn't dislike it. She wanted to get up, but his position was blocked by him, so she sat aside and nervously held the edge of the bed with her hands and murmured: "I have to
Go back to Taili."
"I send you."
"No, let Wang Rui send me off."
Zhuo Jian shook his head, then stood up and left.
Fu Yanye groaned, and could no longer pretend that he didn't feel anything. He casually held her arm and pulled her back into his arms.
Zhuo Jian felt his face hit him hard on the shoulder.
Fu Yanye held her tightly in his arms and said in a low voice again: "I'll send you, Wang Rui goes to find the murderer."
Zhuo Jian didn't struggle anymore.
It's just that they haven't been this close for a long time and they were divorced. She didn't dare to lean on him firmly. She felt that his hug was no longer so tight, so she slowly pushed him away.
Fu Yanye looked at her with dark eyes, looking at her trying to keep a distance from him, looking at her eyes swollen from crying after a while, her mouth moved, and then she put the tip of her tongue against her back alveolar and turned around
, leaving only a cold voice: "Let's go."
Zhuo Jian raised her eyes to look at him, looking at his back, she suddenly thought that he must have been worried too. Just now, he was only focusing on his own discomfort. She chased after her, but what she wanted to say was suppressed in her stomach.
He paid no attention to her on the way to see her off.
When he arrived at the door of the TV station, he stopped the car and did not intend to speak.
Zhuo Jian didn't let go in a hurry after unbuckling her seat belt. She had calmed down a lot now. She turned to look at him and whispered: "You..."
Fu Yanye's eyelashes twitched, unconsciously looking forward to it.