However, he felt some mess on his hands, so he didn't touch her. He only called her: "Wife" after she rolled up his long sleeves.
"Um?"
Zhuo Jian reflexively looked up at him.
As soon as Fu Yanye lowered his head, his lips blocked her soft lips.
There was still lipstick on her lips, but he was used to it.
Zhuo Jian fluttered her long eyelashes, closed her eyes, and let him finish the kiss.
Because he was cooking, he didn't bother for a long time.
Zhuo Jian slowly opened her eyes after he kissed her. Fu Yanye smiled at her: "Thank you for helping to roll up the cuffs."
Zhuo Jian said nothing, raised her voice shyly, put her hands behind her back, turned around and walked out with her thin legs.
Fu Yanye continued cooking and making soup in a good mood.
Zhuo Jian walked around the house but couldn't find her aunt and Chengcheng. She returned to the kitchen, looked at him sideways and asked softly: "Where is my son?"
"Going back to my old home."
"when?"
It was nothing unusual for her children to return to their old home, but she thought that she had not been back for a long time, so she should go back together.
"This morning."
Fu Yanye replied to her.
Zhuo Jian asked him a little disappointed: "Then why didn't you tell me earlier?"
Fu Yanye turned off the fire and looked at her seriously: "I did it on purpose."
Those four words were very gentle, but they made people feel that they were too much.
Zhuo Jian looked at him for a while and smiled helplessly.
"ready to eat."
Fu Yanye said.
Zhuo Jian nodded and went to help bring the dishes to the table.
Two people, three dishes and one soup.
"How about we go to the old house after dinner? I haven't seen grandma and the others for several days."
Zhuo Jian suggested.
"eat first."
Fu Yanye looked at her with dark eyes and said softly after two seconds.
Zhuo Jian picked up a spoon and filled the soup.
After dinner, Fu Yanye put all the dishes and bowls in the dishwasher, and when he went out, he held the wine glass and bottle in his hands.
Zhuo Jian was sitting on the sofa watching funny old movies. She felt that he was coming and glanced at him. She saw that he was holding two wine glasses and dry wine in his hands. She couldn't help but look up at him: "Want to drink? I don't drink."
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"Drink some."
Fu Yanye sat down next to her.
"Aren't we going to the old house?"
Zhuo Jian's mouth felt a little dry just looking at the wine, and she wanted to be with her son before going on a business trip.
"Not going."
Fu Yanye held the wine bottle and filled their glasses with wine. He gently put the bottle away and gave her a glass of wine.
Zhuo Jian took it and smelled the name on the bottle.
It is indeed the best in the world and tastes amazing.
Fu Yanye held the wine glass and faced her.
Zhuo Jian immediately held the wine glass and touched it lightly with his.
Even the wine glasses are super expensive and seem to be extra crisp when touched.
The dry white taste entering the throat made Zhuo Jian feel that it was pretty good and smooth.
Fu Yanye leaned back on the sofa, looked at the phone she was reading, and couldn't help but think, after all these years, you still like this actor.
She is a long-term lover.
It can be seen from many aspects.
For example, the actor you like has always been the same, the color you like has never changed, the scenery you like to see is always the same.
Fu Yanye turned to look at her and couldn't help but touch her hair again.
Zhuo Jian lowered her head when his hand touched the back of her head.
Seeing her like that, Fu Yanye held her shoulders with his hands, pulled her directly into his arms, and kissed her forehead gently with his lips: "We will be home tonight."