The old man's birthday came as promised, and when Zhuo Jian got off work that night, a luxury car actually parked in front of their TV station.
"Madam, the president has been waiting for you for a long time."
The driver nodded respectfully and said hello, then explained for Fu Yanye.
Zhuo Jian nodded politely to him, and then the car door behind him opened.
Fu Yanye looked out with dark eyes: "Let's talk about it after we get in the car."
Zhuo Jian was wearing a suit and not even a thick coat.
But the moment she saw him, she actually wanted to refuse.
When the cold wind hit her face, she lowered her head and got into the car.
Fu Yanye immediately picked up his coat from the seat, unfolded it and buckled it on her shoulders.
"Thanks."
Zhuo Jian nodded awkwardly to express his gratitude, and then stayed away from him.
Fu Yanye wore a ring on his hand, tapping it gently between the two of them.
Zhuo Jian looked out the window. They didn't see each other again after that night. He went to the company early the next morning.
"Stop when passing by Jian Lian's studio."
Fu Yanye suddenly said something.
"yes."
The driver in front agreed.
Zhuo Jian heard the familiar name and asked curiously: "Is it the designer who designed our wedding dress?"
"Um."
"He came to open a studio here?"
"He found the woman."
"At this?"
"Yes, so he settled here."
"That's it, that's good."
Zhuo Jian was a little surprised.
I heard before that he missed a marriage.
Fu Yanye looked at her and saw that she kept pinching his fingers, and suddenly there was a feeling of discomfort in his chest.
There was something he still had to tell her and ask her to cooperate.
But it seems that this thing is more difficult than anything else.
He touched his ring and looked out the window.
The air in the carriage became thinner and thinner, but fortunately it didn't take long to reach the studio, JL Studio.
It's quite simple.
And the place is not big.
But the interior decoration was so exquisite that she felt like she had entered a museum.
Fu Yanye walked in with her. Seeing that she seemed to like it very much, he said, "If you like it, you can come here more often in the future."
"Um."
She just agreed, even though she didn't agree in her heart.
She didn't like spending money on herself in the first place, and she became even more harsh on herself after giving birth to twins.
As for clothes, she still has a few classic pieces that never go out of style no matter how she wears them, such as the suit she is wearing now.
Designer Jian had been waiting for them for a long time. When he saw them coming, Fu Yanye had already said hello, so he prepared the dress in advance.
It's a big V-neck, floor-length, and green.
After Zhuo Jian put it on and took a look at herself in the mirror, she was a little unrecognizable.
Although it is a long dress, it hugs the waist just right and is not too tight.
Fu Yanye was chatting with Jian Lian and looked over after seeing her come out.
He thought he had seen her wearing various dresses many times, but at this moment, he still couldn't help but let out a sigh of relief.
She is just like that, no matter how she dresses up, she is a princess.
Fu Yanye stepped forward.
In the mirror, black eyes looked directly at her.
Zhuo Jian was shocked when she saw him, and then asked: "Is it too revealing?"
She clutched her chest, feeling cold.
"yes."
Fu Yanye glanced at it, then turned to look at the man sitting on the sofa and shrugging.
Zhuo Jian touched her neck. If she had long hair, she might look better in this dress and be safer.
In this case, she probably had a large part of her back exposed, and everyone would look up to her when she entered the banquet hall.
Fu Yanye's heart ached with pain when he looked at her short hair.