Zhuo Jian breathed a sigh of relief after closing the door and relaxed a little against the door.
"Knock knock!"
Suddenly there was a knock on the door behind her. She turned around subconsciously and asked in a low voice: "Is there anything else?"
"What do you want for breakfast tomorrow morning?"
"..."
"I want to do it for you myself."
"..."
Zhuo Jian took a long time to say a complete word, and his eyes gradually became hot.
Soon I couldn't see anything clearly, and my heart even started to feel hot.
She thought that he must have done it on purpose, deliberately showing he cared about her so that she would remember how good he was and then be reluctant to leave him.
"Fu Yanye, you are so bad."
Zhuo Jian lowered his head and murmured in a voice that only he could hear.
Fu Yanye's tall body was pressed against the door panel. He couldn't hear her reply for a while, and he didn't ask any more questions. He just wanted to stay a little longer and lowered his forehead gently to the door panel.
It seems that this way I can get closer to her.
——
Early the next morning, the weather was not bad, and there were already people busy in the yard outside.
"Wife."
Before he opened his eyes while holding Zhuo Jian's pillow, he murmured these two words in a low voice from his thin lips.
But soon he woke up, his dark eyes slowly opened, and suddenly he remembered that they had been separated for a long time.
What he was holding was not his wife, but his wife's pillow.
Fu Yanye immediately let go of the pillow, and then frowned at the pillow in annoyance.
He turned around to get his phone and looked at the time. It was almost seven o'clock. Thinking about what he told her last night that he would personally prepare breakfast for her, he immediately got up, washed up and went downstairs to the kitchen.
Twenty minutes had passed since Wang Yue carried Chengcheng to the kitchen. When she saw Fu Yanye being attentive there, she couldn't help but look at him one more time and asked: "Does the sun come out in the west? Our eldest young master actually
Will you still cook by yourself?”
Fu Yanye said nothing, turned to look at his son in Wang Yue's arms, and then continued to prepare.
The chef next to him didn't dare to interfere, and said to Wang Yue boredly: "Young master, I think this is for the young lady, and there is also a heart."
Fu Yanye thought that even the chef could tell that it was a loving breakfast, and the young lady would definitely be able to tell that too.
Wang Yue came closer to visit, looked at what he had done, and sighed, thinking that he had raised such a big son and didn't even cook a meal for himself, but cooked for other girls, but when he thought of that
The girl was Zhuo Jian, and she was just watching from the sidelines with Chengcheng.
Later, the old man and the old lady also came in out of boredom to watch Fu Yanye cooking, and even Fu Zhengzheng ran in after watching the news.
"Why are you all gathered in the kitchen this early in the morning?"
Fu Zhengzheng looked at Fu Yanye preparing breakfast, and immediately glanced at the glass table again, and couldn't help but mutter: "Are you making this for Chengcheng? Don't you know that Chengcheng can't eat it now?"
"How could it be that it was made for my precious grandson? It looks like it was made for his 'ex-wife'."
Wang Yue said.
The old man and the old lady just watched the fun and did not interrupt.
Fu Zhengzheng glanced at Wang Yue and noticed that Wang Yue's eyes were warning him, so he just said "oh".
During breakfast, the whole family was all seated except Zhuo Jian.
Fu Yanye turned to look at the empty seat next to him, and suddenly frowned. He couldn't help but want to ask his aunt why she hadn't gone downstairs yet. She never liked to snooze when she was in the old house.
But I had a bad feeling, and then I looked up at the people in front of the dining table.