Fu Yanye smiled and gently touched her cheek: "Are you sleeping?"
Zhuo Jian thought that for them, sleeping might be the most important thing to do now.
If the discussion continues, there may be a quarrel.
But as soon as she closed her eyes, her lips were suddenly blocked.
Although he only pressed lightly on it, neither chewed nor bit it, just touched it.
Zhuo Jian heard her heart beating like thunder and felt that she was in a panic and had no choice but to escape.
Fu Yanye kissed her seriously, and then said softly: "Good night, my Jian Jian."
Zhuo Jian only dared to open her eyes again after he turned his back to her. In the darkness, she heard that her own heartbeat was still very irregular.
She turned to look at him, although she only saw his back.
She also fell asleep after midnight, and she felt like a child again.
She always had the same dream in the early hours of the past few days. She dreamed that she saw her parents picking her up as soon as she left the campus after school.
But the joy in dreams will always be hit hard by reality.
She felt that she no longer understood her father and mother.
The person she loved the most and thought she knew best, actually she didn't know at all.
With Lin Jiaoyang's temper, could it be that he had done something inappropriate to her mother a long time ago, but her mother did not dare to say anything?
Is her mother brave or cowardly?
What about her father? He jumped when the photos of her and her mother were exposed under threat of death. How could someone who loved their mother and daughter embark on an irreversible path?
Are all humans this complex?
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Fu Yanye left before dawn the next day.
Zhuo Jian stood by the window and looked at the drizzle outside the building, and asked Yuan Man, "Do you know what he is going to do?"
Yuan Man shook his head ignorantly.
Zhuo Jian sighed, then held the phone and looked at it again.
At midnight last night, two WeChat messages came in.
In fact, she had forgotten it a long time ago.
July 17th, her birthday.
She opened her phone, and the first one was from Su Bai, a big red envelope wishing her to become more and more beautiful and to ride on Fu Yanye's head soon.
Then came Ouyang Ping, she said: "Happy birthday, baby, this year I am congratulating you with my husband. I love you, and I have prepared gifts for you, because your husband won't let me disturb your cultivation, so I will wait for you."
You will be discharged from the hospital to you."
Zhuo Jian's lips curled up, someone still remembered her birthday.
She was just about to put away her phone when she received a call from Wang Yue. Before she could finish calling her, she heard someone complaining: "Happy birthday, baby, your dead husband won't let us go to the hospital to treat you."
It’s your birthday and I’m afraid of disturbing your self-cultivation. Why do you think he’s so dictatorial? It’s so hateful. Baby, your parents and grandparents are all at home waiting for you to come back. I’ve prepared gifts for you. We’ll make up for it when you come back.
One, we won’t take your husband with us. By the way, Chengcheng also wants to wish you a happy birthday."
Zhuo Jian felt warm in her heart and was saying her thanks when she suddenly saw a familiar figure in front of her.
Because there was a parking lot downstairs, she saw him at a glance when he parked his car and came out.
Zhuo Jian hesitated, then hung up the phone and asked softly: "Is that Fu Yanye?"
"Seems to be."
Yuan Man looked outside.
Chang Xia, who came back from buying breakfast outside, saw them both standing there and reminded: "I bought breakfast."
Zhuo Jian and Yuan Man happened to be hungry, so they planned to eat.
"Xiaolongbao."
Zhuo Jian said a little disappointed after seeing the breakfast.
"Well, your favorite stuffed zucchini."
Chang Xia said proudly.
"Why do you suddenly want to eat noodles?"
Zhuo Jian smiled, then sat on the sofa and planned to eat Xiao Long Bao.
As a result, the door was quickly pushed open from the outside. Fu Yanye saw three women inside, and there were two boxes of steamed dumplings on the table. He couldn't help frowning, and after entering with a box in his hand, he asked: "Who let me