“You seem to be very scared. Why, isn’t this my bedroom?”
Su Yao hurriedly hid her panic: “I’m asking you when you came in.”
“It’s been a while,” he said, standing up and walking to Su Yao.
Su Yao took a step back.
But Fu Jingchen grabbed her shoulders.
Su Yao said nervously, “what are you doing?”
Fu Jingchen leaned closer to her, lowered his head to sniff, and stared: “Su Yao, you have a strange smell.”
Su Yao’s heart tightened: “what?”
Fu Jingchen said in a low voice: “I think you have a very strange smell of milk.”
As he spoke, he sniffed again. It was indeed a milk fragrance, and it was a smell that he had never smelled around others.
This taste is surprisingly sweet.
Su Yao felt nervous for a moment.
She pushed Fu Jingchen away, squinted at him and said, “how can there be?”
As she said, she raised her arm, sniffed her arm, and then said pretending to be calm: “I’ve been using the frankincense body wash recently, but the fragrance can’t be smelled just by smelling it. What kind of nose is this?”
Fu Jingchen was a little suspicious of Su Yao’s words. Just as he wanted to get close to Su Yao, Su Yao quickly moved away from him, went to the single chair by the balcony and sat down, picked up his cup, and pretended to drink water calmly.
Fu Jingchen was unhappy.
How long is this woman going to hide from him?
He walked over, pulled the chair, sat down beside her, and said coldly, “In your eyes, am I some kind of man-eating jackal?”
Su Yao stared, “I never said that, but if you insist on positioning yourself in this way, I have no objection.”
Fu Jingchen was a little angry: “duplicity, you didn’t say anything, but you avoided me like the plague.”
Su Yao is upset: if you know, why don’t you hurry up and drive my old lady out.
But of course she dare not say that. After all, it’s not good for her to annoy Fu Jingchen.
She said calmly: “When I said I wanted a divorce, I made up my mind. That’s how I am. Once I decide to do something, I will follow through with it. ”
“Su Yao, make it clear that we are not divorced.”
Su Yao smiled slightly, but her expression was a little cold: “Is there any difference?”
Fu Jingchen hesitated for a moment.
Su Yao said coldly: “the problems that existed when I left still exist now. You don’t think that you can accept things that I couldn’t accept eight months ago, do you? ”
Fu Jingchen stared at her, yes.
Whether it was eight months ago or now, she has made it clear what matters to her.
It was him who hadn’t been able to solve the problem.