He must have drunk a lot this time, but he was not so drunk that he fell asleep.
Zhuo Jian felt that he had never been that drunk, and his eyes could not deceive others.
Fu Yanye stood by the bed and moved his eyes, wanting to look at her, but in the end he only looked down at his clothes and found that they were dry. He then turned to look at the bed and saw that it was also clean. Then he couldn't help but look at Zhuo Jian.
:"you are lying?"
"You didn't?"
each other.
Do you still have the nerve to question her?
Zhuo Jian looked at him with a complaining look, then turned around and walked to the door. She opened the already open door wider and said softly: "Mr. Fu, please."
Fu Yanye looked at the open door, and then looked at her with drunken eyes: "I'll sleep in my son's room, you go to the master bedroom."
"That's okay too."
Zhuo Jian nodded and was about to leave, but suddenly thought of Wang Yue's words. Wang Yue thought he was drunk. If she went to see him in the children's room and found that he was still there, would she blame her?
Zhuo Jian immediately turned around and stood inside again, holding her small waist gently with one hand and extending her other hand to show courtesy: "Mr. Fu, let's sleep in the master bedroom."
When she called him "Mr. Fu", it was like the one she used to call Ye Shao, which made his heart hurt.
Fu Yanye walked a few steps in front of her leisurely with his long legs. When he was still two steps away, he suddenly stopped. He followed her example and put his hands on his hips, and then stared at her with his dark eyes.
, I didn’t know how much more awake I was than just now, and said, "You better go ahead. Chengcheng's bed is too small and you won't be able to sleep comfortably."
"..."
Zhuo Jian looked at him eagerly, and then looked at her son's 1.5-meter bed. That bed could be called a good single bed. It would be no problem for her to sleep alone, and it would not be uncomfortable.
.
It is said that the bed is worth hundreds of thousands. Zhuo Jian doesn't know whether the bed is made of gold or silver. In short, it is absolutely comfortable, but he is relatively tall, so it may not be suitable for him.
"It's better for you to sleep in the master bedroom. This bed is indeed too small for you."
Zhuo Jian said.
Fu Yanye looked at her, and after a long time, when she lost her composure, she suddenly said: "But I would rather you live in a better place."
Zhuo Jian looked at him again speechlessly. What's wrong with this family?
There's not even a single fault in the floor.
"Go quickly. Mom will come over later and see you still here and think I don't feel sorry for you."
Zhuo Jian was upset and expressed her original intention of letting him go.
Fu Yanye stared at her for a moment, then suddenly smiled and asked her, "So you asked me to go back to the master bedroom not because I was worried about not sleeping well here, but because I was worried about being scolded by my mother?"
"..."
Zhuo Jian no longer wanted to talk to him, so she went around behind him and pushed him out.
Fu Yanye walked to the door but turned around easily. Zhuo Jian lowered his head and suddenly put his hand on his heart. She felt that the touch was different. When she raised her eyes, she saw Fu Yanye facing him.
, he immediately withdrew his hand and said, "Hurry up and leave."
"I just wanted to say good night."
Fu Yanye looked at her, as if he couldn't help himself.
Zhuo Jian was furious when he saw it, and after a while he quickly said: "Good night."
"Good night."
Fu Yanye didn't move, still looking at her.
Zhuo Jian couldn't bear it anymore, her face turned red, she didn't know what to do, and she didn't dare to yell at him at the door, so she could only raise her hand, pinch his arm, push him out, and then close the door.
Fu Yanye stood at the door, watching her with black eyes as she closed the door ruthlessly, and then sighed helplessly.