"Silly, this man in front of you watched you grow up."

“…”

Watching him grow up and become a wife again?

Zhuo Jian still felt that this person was unreliable, and was still very afraid of him, so he couldn't help but keep a distance from him.

Fu Yanye looked at her little behavior and frowned slightly, but in the end he still touched her hair lightly: "I'll go cook first, do you want to eat?"

"Don't you know what I like to eat?"

Zhuo Jian murmured.

Fu Yanye: “…”

Her tone was actually a bit delicate.

Fu Yanye couldn't help laughing and nodded: "Of course I know what you like to eat. Not only do I know what you like to eat, but I also know..."

“…”

Talking about it again and stop talking?

What's wrong with him?

Do you always like to talk halfway?

However, thinking about the result of her last question, she did not ask again this time, just looking at him with big quiet eyes with curiosity.

"I'll tell you later."

He touched her hair, then stood up after saying that.

Zhuo Jian: "…"

This person is so boring.

She thought of another person, that person, and would always patiently tell her everything she wanted to know.

That person...

Zhuo Jian thought of the photos he saw today and fell silent again.

There was a TV remote control on hand, she picked it up and turned it on.

She didn't know what program she was going to watch, but after turning on the TV, an interview was broadcasting on the TV. The woman in formal clothes had almost the same outline as her.

However, that person had long hair, which was more dignified and elegant.

That person is his wife?

How could it be so coincidental that she happened to encounter this show?

So she opened it and stared silently at her look.

They seem to be different.

That woman talked a lot.

And she, who says a few words a day, counts ten fingers.

She prefers to immerse herself in the virtual world, while that woman faces so many people.

Zhuo Jian suddenly thought, could it be, everything is a coincidence?

Coincidentally, bad people like to hurt some positions of the victim, such as hands, feet, face or others.

Then……

——

Late at night, the two of them were lying on the same bed. Just as Fu Yanye was about to get closer, she immediately moved out.

It's the same as before, and it's a quilt.

Fu Yanye had to lie back and slowly said in a low and nice voice: "It's a little cold."

Zhuo Jian went to see him in a blink of an eye.

Although it is winter, the room is full of heat.

Fu Yanye also looked at her, "Sleep together?"

"don't want."

This time, her voice was very clear.

Fu Yanye sighed, looked at her for a long time, and couldn't help but smile.

Zhuo Jian asked him, "What are you laughing at?"

"You just returned to China, so too."

Fu Yanye said.

Zhuo Jian had no choice but to look at him curiously and didn't ask any more questions.

But Fu Yanye looked at her, "Do you want to listen to me about what you just returned to China?"

"I used to go abroad? Did I study abroad? Did I grow up abroad?"

Zhuo Jian asked him curiously.

Fu Yanye: “…”

"Isn't it?"

When Zhuo Jian saw that he looked embarrassed, he asked again.

Fu Yanye frowned, opened his mouth several times, then got up, leaned against the head of the bed and grabbed his hair, and then said: "I will start from when you returned to China, you were...

"Why don't you say since I returned to China? Why did I go abroad?"

Zhuo Jian continued to ask.

She had no other thoughts, and was simply curious.

Just listen to stories, there must be a beginning and an end, right?

But Fu Yanye's heart was getting a little nervous. Did he dig a hole for himself?

He didn't say anything, and she began to feel sleepy.

How do you say about her sleep quality?

What's wrong with being sleepy for no reason?

"Zhuo Jian, actually..."

When he was thinking about saying something and going to see her again, she was already asleep in the quilt with her head tilted.

Fu Yanye reflexively restrained his breathing, fearing that he would disturb her rest, but then he couldn't help but approach her quietly, touching her short hair and looking at her face.

When the end of her hair reached his fingertips, he felt a little painful, and his fingertips hurt even more.

All the lights turned off, and in the dark, he murmured above her head: "Baby, good night."

Zhuo Jian was still asleep, but he just leaped into his arms with a conditioned reflex.

But in the early morning, she had a nightmare and immediately got up.

The person next to him was still asleep, but...

She turned around and looked, why didn't she beneath her quilt anymore?

Her heartbeats faster, but she quietly exits from his quilt, and then goes out of bed with a slight hand.

——

It was a thrilling morning.

She entered the bathroom, locked herself inside, and stood there close to the door for a long time.

What happened last night?

How could she sleep in the bed of a strange man?

Zhuo Jian became more and more nervous the more he thought about it. If he knew that she took the initiative to get into his bed last night, would he feel that she was not loving herself?

Zhuo Jian felt a little aggrieved.

Until a familiar voice came from outside: "A Jian?"

She turned around, but quickly pressed against the door harder: "Don't come in."

She preached in panic.

Fu Yanye listened and asked her in a hurry: "Then don't need to go to the bathroom anymore? I have a cleanliness obsession and never stay in the guest room or public bathroom."

“…”

Zhuo Jian frowned in a pretty eyebrow. Why did he have so many problems?

She had no choice but to open the door, lower her head and go out.
To be continued...