"Jian Jian."

He walked out, called her name forgetfully, and then froze there.

She left anyway.

He laughed. How could he forget? She no longer liked being alone with him.

Those times when she escaped from his eyes suddenly came to mind vividly.

It seemed difficult for him to catch her again.

Even then they were still intertwined with each other in the elevator.

But he just gave her a bath, he just wanted to do something for her.

She didn't have to abandon the near and seek the far. Zhuang Mingli would do all the so-called things that moved her in order to move her.

The snow outside is still falling, and it seems to have been lifted down from the sky.

He rolled up his shirt sleeves, walked to the window and looked at the snow curtain outside, nodded, and then stared outside silently.

No matter how arrogant and proud he is on the outside, how cold, arrogant and ruthless he is on the outside, he is just not confident about her on the inside.

——

Zhuo Jian received his WeChat message soon after.

He said: "Where is it? I'm just worried and won't look for you."

After Zhuo Jian took a shower, she stood by the bed and looked at the WeChat messages on her phone, but she didn't reply to him. She really didn't have much trust in his words anymore.

He just lied to her tonight.

In the morning, she was woken up by a phone call, and then she answered the phone with a hoarse voice that she hadn't woken up from, "Hello?"

"Not up yet?"

"Um?"

The voice sounded a little strange to Zhuo Jian, so she reluctantly opened her eyes and saw clearly the name displayed on the screen, Zhuang Mingli.

"Forgot me so soon?"

Zhuang Mingli's voice was filled with sadness.

"Why are you calling so early?"

Zhuo Jian felt a little uncomfortable all over. She rubbed her hair and scanned the room aimlessly, asking him.

"I thought you were up. I'll be late tomorrow. Will you spend the New Year at Fu's house?"

Zhuang Mingli asked her.

Zhuo Jian sighed, looked at the time and saw that it was already past eight o'clock, then got up, turned on the speakerphone, and looked for clothes, "It should be."

"If there is an accident, will you call me?"

"Accident? What accident?"

Zhuo Jian is not very clear-headed yet.

The children are all in the Fu family, so she must have lived in the Fu family.

"It's nothing. It's best if there are no accidents, Zhuo Jian."

"Um?"

Zhuo Jian turned around, feeling that the way he called her was a bit strange.

Too formal?

"I......"

"Click."

At the same time, the door was opened from the outside.

Zhuo Jian unexpectedly looked towards the door. Someone was standing at her door holding ginger syrup.

"Drink the ginger syrup first."

Fu Yanye stepped forward, his voice low and powerful, but without any anger.

Zhuo Jian subconsciously caught it, and then couldn't help but stare at him.

He was already dressed neatly and meticulously early in the morning. He even sprayed her favorite perfume and boiled ginger syrup for her?

Fu Yanye looked at her. After getting the result he wanted, he glanced at the mobile phone on the bed, and then looked at her again, scrutinizing her without words.

Zhuo Jian's scalp was numb from being stared at. There was suddenly no sound on the phone. She must have hung up, but why did he appear here again?

Yes, it was easy for him to find her. After all, there was so much snow last night that she couldn't go anywhere else.

But he didn't come last night, but did he come this morning?

Zhuo Jian couldn't help but look at him for a while. This was not his temper.

The person over there actually hung up the phone when he heard Fu Yanye's words, and just whispered in his own space, "I miss you a little."

Zhuang Mingli felt that he was probably crazy, otherwise how could he fall in love with a married woman?

No matter how cute she is, no matter how gentle and charming she is, she is still a married woman.

He wanted to scold himself for being shameless, but when he thought about their unhappy marriage, he thought, what couldn't he love?

He could understand the quarrel between his father and his mother back then. Unhappy couples were destined to separate and let each other go.

Someone knocked on the door and he heard it.

"Master, the car is ready."
Chapter completed!