But……

He wanted to call her.

Chen Moli said she had a fever.

She was next to her, and he picked up his beautiful fingers gently, put them on the coffee table, and then looked at her again.

There was no anger on her face, compared with the stubborn Chen Moli...

His black eyes, which had always been secretive, were a little dry, so he slowly sat down beside her.

Why did she lose so much weight?

His wrists are thin and seem to be skinny.

I remember that she was also very thin when she came back, but she was definitely not what she is now.

His hands moved and gently stroked her forehead.

It's really hot.

He raised his eyes with tightness, and then he saw the ashtray on the coffee table and the cigarette butts inside.

Disobedient.

He actually dares to smoke.

It seems that he has not taught enough lessons.

Fu Yanye's Adam's apple moved, and there was something crystal clear and warm in his black eyes.

Zhuo Jian's lips moved slightly, and his forehead couldn't help but stick it to a cool place.

It's his palm.

He didn't move away, just looking at her like that, and his heart hurt.

Zhuo Jian still woke up, slowly lifted his long eyelashes, and then raised his beautiful and gentle eyes slightly.

She gradually saw him, although it was not very clear.

But his hand was still on her forehead, letting her know that she was not dreaming.

"Why are you here?"

Her voice was hoarse and she sat up slowly.

"Shen Moli said you have a fever."

"Shen Moli?"

Zhuo Jian looked at him and almost couldn't remember when she was on the phone with Chen Moli.

She turned to see the phone on the coffee table and just leaned over to get it.

Fu Yanye stretched out her long arm for a few seconds before her and delivered the phone to her.

"Thanks."

Zhuo Jian took the phone and made sure she was really on the phone with Chen Moli, and smiled helplessly: "I forgot everything."

Her voice was soft and she touched her forehead. When she saw an unread message on her WeChat, she clicked on it.

Suddenly, her breathing was endured.

Fu Yanye looked at her eyes and looked at her mobile phone screen, and that back...

"I made an appointment with Mr. Zhao from Minglin, who was in Fanxing, and happened to meet her, Chen Moli and Chen Xiang together."

Fu Yanye's low voice also seemed much softer in this dim space.

Of course, there is no need to mention who she is.

"oh!"

She lowered her head and looked at the photo. After a while, she came back to her senses and turned off the screen.

Fu Yanye looked at her again and felt that she didn't believe it, "If you don't believe it, you can call Chen Moli and ask."

"I didn't say I didn't believe it."

Zhuo Jian refuted weakly just after he finished speaking.

Fu Yanye looked at her and quickly got up: "Do you have a thermometer?"

"have."

Because she was afraid that the child would feel uncomfortable when she was here, she prepared it when she moved in.

But as soon as he stood up, he saw the cigarette butt on the coffee table.

He was upset, but he still held back and asked, "Where is it?"

"Just here."

Zhuo Jian leaned forward and opened the drawer.

Well, when she was smoking today, she took the cigarette box to this drawer. When she opened the drawer, she saw it all.

She pretended to be calm.

Fu Yanye sat back again, picked up the thermometer next to the cigarette box, and then looked at her in a blink of an eye.

He did not hide his dissatisfaction, but Zhuo Jian turned a blind eye and said, "It should be for me?"

Fu Yanye gave it to her, but he still couldn't help looking at her angrily. Why did she become like this?

So, Zhong Mai quit smoking himself, but made his wife develop this bad habit?

They shouldn't be friends, since the beginning of the morning, Zhongmai and Zhuo Jian are not the same type.

The thermometer shows thirty-eight degrees two.

Not very high, but it's just very weak and sweating.

Zhuo Jian looked at him, "I'm fine, are you going back?"

“Where to go back?”

Fu Yanye looked at her with such extremely complaining eyes.

She is here, where can he go.

That kind of questioning doesn't take too long, it's enough to make people feel uncomfortable.

Zhuo Jian lowered his eyes and pressed his phone again. After it lit up, it was already eleven o'clock on the screen.

"It's okay to go anywhere, or Fanxing, continue to discuss business with Mr. Zhao, or an old house, and Shengyuan."

Zhuo Jian had no strength, but he thought about who he met in these places. He could only return to Shengyuan and was alone.

He doesn't like lively, actually.

He just wanted to make people think that he was not an introverted person, so he drank with his friends all day long.

In fact, he can live well even if he throws him on an isolated island for a few years.

Well, he is this kind of person.

Zhuo Jian looked at him and felt that if they both arrived on the isolated island, she would definitely not be able to stand him. She would collapse and become crazy, but he would not.

"Zhuo Jian, are you good to touch your heart? Or are you really no longer heart?"

“…”

She has no heart?

He said there would be no.

Zhuo Jian only looked at him, then lowered his eyes, without saying anything, just focused on his mind.

Fu Yanye took a deep breath and then stood up again: "Is there any medicine in the kitchen cabinet? I'll get you medicine."

He got up and went to the kitchen.

In the dark space, his back also...

A little lonely.

Zhuo Jian looked at his back and his heart couldn't help but hurt.

But isn't she heartless?

What hurts?

The lights in the kitchen were on. He stood in front of the cabinet and after a long time he raised his hand to open the cabinet above.

Sure enough, there was a small medicine box inside. He put it on the counter, opened the box, took out a box of antipyretic medicine from it and looked at it. It was made of traditional Chinese medicine and needed to brew it.

He burned water again.

No hurry or slow down.

However, it seems that no one cares about that little time.
To be continued...