Chapter 2202
Why do you still want to commemorate her?
Memorial, yes, memorial.
He threw down the things in his hands in annoyance, then turned around and went out, taking the coat on the sofa and walking out.
Zhuo Jian almost thought that he had an illusion, as if someone had gone out.
But not long after, I heard the door knock again.
She suspected he ordered takeout.
Not really.
He just left and then remembered that he was making breakfast, so he came back.
But there was reluctance and forbearance all around.
He didn't know how long he could endure it, maybe one day he would suddenly break out again.
He shouldn't have asked her to indulge outside like this.
Zhuo Jian completely forgot to confiscate the cigarettes he smoked last night, so he just lay on the bed and laid them out.
Soon after, Fu Yanye finished cooking, stood at the door, and knocked hard twice.
Zhuo Jian raised her eyes and saw that he was unhappy, and asked him what he was doing with her eyes.
"Have a meal."
Fu Yanye said coldly, turned around and left.
Although Zhuo Jian didn't understand, she was really hungry.
If her sense of smell was fine, he should have cooked the chopped green onion noodles and added poached eggs to her.
Zhuo Jian walked to the restaurant and sat down. Fu Yanye brought the noodles to her, but then stood next to her and looked at her unhappily.
Zhuo Jian just ate the noodles. When he was almost done eating, he wiped his mouth with a piece of paper and raised his head: "Get me a spoon?"
She really thought that he had been standing next to her because he wanted to listen to her demolition.
Fu Yanye didn't refute after hearing this, and actually went to help her get a spoon and put it in the bowl.
Zhuo Jian took a few sips of the soup, and then looked at him again, "Why are you standing here all the time?"
Fu Yanye suddenly leaned forward and came in front of her.
Zhuo Jian stepped back in fright, his big eyes filled with panic and defensiveness.
"What kind of cigarettes do you like to smoke? I'll find someone to bring you two cigarettes tomorrow."
He took a piece of paper from the side and said while wiping her mouth.
Like he really wanted to help.
Zhuo Jian looked at him, she didn't know he would be so kind.
"Why do you need to help me carry it?"
Zhuo Jian asked him.
"Maybe they want to die together."
"..."
Zhuo Jian was so frightened that the hairs on his hair stood on end.
"Or just simply helping."
"..."
Zhuo Jian didn't understand even more. This sentence was not as clear as the sentence of "die together."
She pursed her lips and looked at him, trying to find something in his eyes.
But he stopped wiping her mouth, put down the tissue and stepped forward again. This time he held her chin. Looking at her lips that he had wiped clean, he smiled. He had always liked her little face.
It felt like a kiss on the mouth, but he had never kissed anyone else.
Fu Yanye unconsciously had to kiss several people to tell which one he liked. He decided that it was this mouth, but he still squinted his eyes and said, "Zhuo Jian, I'm suddenly curious about what dirty things your mouth has touched?
"
"..."
Zhuo Jian looked at his face unconsciously, then down to his Adam's apple.
"I'm not a dirty person."
Fu Yanye immediately understood what she meant and retorted.
Lao Tzu?
Zhuo Jian looked at him silently. He was so irritated at this time, so she didn't want to provoke him, so she kept her mouth shut.
But as soon as she shut up, Fu Yanye suddenly remembered the time when she kissed his Adam's apple tenderly. Damn it.
Can he still think about this at this time?
He was angry and suddenly pulled her up.
Zhuo Jian felt that his feet had left the ground, and then he quickly sat on a high place.
Ah.
It's on the table.
He put his hands on both sides of her, squeezed himself between her knees, and continued to look at her, "You've offended me."
"..."
Zhuo Jian's eyes were filled with questions.
"So you have to be responsible for appeasing my anger."
"..."
Doesn’t calming down anger mean letting him vent?
Chapter completed!