Fu Yanye went to the bathroom in the guest room next door to take a shower. When he returned to the bedroom and changed his clothes, he made sure that there was no strange smell on his body, and then he looked into the bathroom again.
"Zhuo Jian!"
The knocking on the door outside woke her up, but her voice became hoarse without knowing when: "Oh!"
"Come out after washing!"
Fu Yanye ordered.
"good!"
Zhuo Jian agreed, but stayed close to the door panel without moving.
Fu Yanye turned around and went out again, resetting the door password.
Zhuo Jian came out again more than half an hour later, wearing his pajamas.
Fu Yanye only glanced at it and felt his abdomen tighten.
Zhuo Jian still stood against the wall: "I want to sit for a while!"
"Um!"
Fu Yanye agreed and stood silently at the door.
Zhuo Jian was going to sit on the sofa by the window. Only then did Fu Yanye take action. He strode in front of her with long legs and pushed her down on the edge of the bed to sit down: "Just sit here, I'll get the hair dryer for you."
Blow dry your hair.”
Zhuo Jian watched blankly as he entered the bathroom again, but he was still weak and weak.
She never thought that she was so timid, even though she had already faced life and death.
Fu Yanye blew her hair carefully, and she pressed her forehead against his body several times, but then quickly left. Fu Yanye felt her deliberateness, and directly pressed the back of her head, making her forehead press against his.
Strong belly: "Stop moving!"
Zhuo Jian felt pain in his neck and obediently lowered his head.
Fu Yanye quickly blow-dried her hair, but after finishing it, he was a little upset when he saw her with her messy hair.
Zhuo Jian looked at his expression and guessed what was going on, but just as she was about to reach out to comb it, her hand was grabbed, and then she was carried on his strong shoulders again.
In the bathroom, she was placed on the sink, and Fu Yanye took a comb to comb her hair.
His technique was not up to par, and Zhuo Jian was in so much pain that she almost burst into tears soon. Fu Yanye grabbed the comb, held up her face, and ordered: "Teach me!"
"I'll do it myself!"
"Taught me!"
Fu Yanye continued to make persistent demands.
"Press down the hair on top!"
Zhuo Jian saw the coldness in his eyes and had no energy to argue with him anymore.
Fu Yanye pressed her hair. Although it still hurt her several times, the sadistic combing finally ended after two minutes.
Seeing that her hair was finally smooth, Fu Yanye's eyebrows relaxed, and then he went to hug her again.
Zhuo Jian held his strong shoulder with one hand: "I can go by myself!"
Fu Yanye stepped aside.
But when she was about to jump down, she was still pinched by his armpits.
Zhuo Jian looked at the man in front of him in panic, who was much taller than him. Fu Yanye frowned: "You are not a child, and you are so reckless."
Zhuo Jian later insisted on going downstairs to the living room, sitting on the sofa and thanking him: "Thank you just now!"
Fu Yanye sat on a sofa and touched his lips to look at her. Was she about to faint from fright?
Still overestimating her courage!
But that person is really, damn it!
"You've been living here recently, it's safer here."
Fu Yanye said.
"No! I can go and stay in the hotel."
Zhuo Jian also felt that her home was not safe, but how could she possibly live with him again.
"It is written in the divorce agreement that this house will be given to you."
"But we're not divorced yet!"
"Then I can't let you go!"
"..."
Zhuo Jian's clear eyes looked at the man sitting diagonally opposite, thinking to herself, if I don't leave, will you bite me back tomorrow?