"Why are you holding that knife? You could squeeze her hand."
"I think my wife doesn't like me touching other women's hands."
Fu Yanye looked at her deeply with his black eyes and said to her.
All Zhuo Jian's anger suddenly got stuck above his heart, and his breathing stagnated for a few seconds.
"Besides, have you forgotten that I have mysophobia?"
Fu Yanye asked her again.
"If you have mysophobia, can you stand upright in front of a woman holding a knife? If you have mysophobia, can you not be afraid of death?"
Zhuo Jian asked him angrily, her eyes red.
"He won't die."
"If you die, I will take Chengcheng and remarry. Anyway, Fu Yanye, if you don't cherish yourself, I won't either."
Zhuo Jian lowered his head and said, then opened his palm again, applied medicine to him, and then bandaged it.
Fu Yanye sat opposite her and watched her movements. Seeing that she was still crying, her heart ached and she shouted: "It hurts, it hurts, be gentle."
"It really hurts."
"You want to murder your husband?"
"Honey, can you blow it for me? It won't hurt if you blow it."
"..."
Zhuo Jian looked at him angrily. How long has it been since he was still here acting with her?
"Okay, I'll pay attention to it from now on, okay?"
Fu Yanye saw that he couldn't be coaxed, so he had to get serious.
"If you think you are yours alone, then go ahead and do whatever you want. Whenever you think about your parents, grandparents, and me and my son, you should know how to protect yourself."
Zhuo Jian was no longer so angry. She looked down at the hands she was holding and murmured.
She was really afraid that if Lin Ruxiang was distracted, what if the knife stabbed him directly?
He is so sure.
He should keep a careful copy.
Zhuo Jian thought so in his heart.
"Of course I have my parents, grandparents, and my son and you in my heart. I was negligent. I shouldn't have let myself get hurt. I apologize. Please don't be angry, okay?"
Fu Yanye hugged her into his arms and hugged her tighter as he spoke.
Zhuo Jian couldn't help but stretched out her hand to hug him tightly, but just as she was about to open her hand, she felt uncomfortable in her hand. Suddenly she remembered that her hand was not clean, so she asked him: "There is blood on my hand."
"hug me."
Fu Yanye just said coquettishly.
Zhuo Jian didn't want to care anymore. She wanted to hug him and tell him: "This is the last time."
"Um."
Fu Yanye agreed, placed a gentle kiss on her forehead, and asked her in a low voice: "Shall we go home early? We don't want to play anymore."
"good."
Fu Yanye glanced around the room and saw that it was a woman's room. Now he was very anxious and wanted to go home quickly. Zhuo Jian was so good, so he took her away in a hurry.
The little injury on my hand can't affect anything.
But once they left, the two couples felt that it was no longer interesting.
Zhong Mai saw Zhang Mingliang's eyes always glancing at Su Bai. She had already sat next to Yan Zheng, and she nudged Yan Zheng and whispered: "Shall we go home?"
Yan Zheng turned to look at her, how did Miss Zhong say so smoothly about going home?
But Zhong Mai understood with one look and stood up: "Yeah."
"Leaving so early?"
Su Bai suddenly felt a little nervous.
The atmosphere in the booth became a little weird.
"Maimai, let's make an appointment alone next time."
Zhang Mingliang gave Zhong Mai a look.
"good."
Zhong Mai agreed and walked out while saying to the man behind him: "Help get the bag."
Yan Zheng: "..."
Su Bai's mouth twitched and asked him: "Don't you hate her? Why do you do whatever she asks you to do?"