After dinner, Zhuo Jian returned home, washed up, changed into pajamas, went to bed, and opened her notebook.
In the past two days, the gossip on the Internet about the female star having a child out of wedlock and being kept has become more and more intensive. Some even said that she was the underground mistress of a certain boss and had given birth to a son for him. This was her second child.
Actually it's not.
Zhuo Jian called her agent and asked her to take some photos while looking for her glasses.
A few years ago, I had a sharp eye, but now, I no longer wear glasses and can't read clearly without leaning on the screen.
After she finished writing the manuscript, she stretched and looked out the window.
It seems to be getting late?
She lowered her head to look at the time in the lower right corner of the computer screen, her eyes darkening.
It's already eleven o'clock.
He hasn't come back yet.
I wonder if Ouyang Ping saw the message Ouyang Ping sent to Fu Yanye from her mobile phone.
I don’t know if I should explain that it wasn’t her.
But does she really not want to remind him to drink less?
no.
She wanted to too.
Therefore, it doesn’t matter who posted it, it’s more important that he saw it.
Otherwise, how much would he have drunk until now?
Does a person with a serious illness really have to get himself drunk every day before he can rest?
She went to the bathroom and didn't notice anything happening outside.
But she was just getting ready to sleep when suddenly the door was pushed open from the outside.
Before she had time to take off her glasses, her hand was already holding the notebook, so she closed it out of habit while looking at the person coming.
This time I wore glasses and could see very clearly.
He was wearing a dark shirt and holding something unknown in his hand.
He must have looked drunk. His eyes told her that he had drunk a lot.
"Sign it."
Fu Yanye threw the agreement into her arms.
As soon as he made a sound, it was even more certain that he was drunk.
Zhuo Jian looked at him for a while and asked him: "How much did you drink?"
"You signed it first."
Fu Yanye ignored her question and just urged her.
Zhuo Jian was not happy with his attitude, but she still lowered her head and saw the agreement in front of her.
Marital agreement.
He considers himself Party A, and she can only be Party A.
Zhuo Jian has long been accustomed to this. This is not the first time she has received an agreement from him.
Only this time, it's not a divorce agreement, but within marriage.
Zhuo Jian was a little upset. She didn't know what he was going to do, so she could only continue to read.
He sat down next to her and looked at her with drunken eyes, "Pen."
He took out a pen from somewhere and stuffed it into the agreement.
Zhuo Jian raised his eyes slightly and looked at him again, questioningly, "Are you sure you want to sign this with me?"
"yes."
"Now that you don't remember what happened in the past, you don't have to count if you sign this agreement with me. How can I trust you?"
Zhuo Jian was not carried away by the excitement, but looked at him seriously and asked again.
After Fu Yanye took the agreement, he turned to the last page and pointed, "It's written here."
Valid for life.
She actually ignored these four words.
However, Zhuo Jian still couldn't help but glance at him, "It still doesn't work."
"Um?"
"If you are serious, can I write it again?"
"..."
"follow me."
Zhuo Jian got out of bed.
Fu Yanye stared at her, a little puzzled. He actually didn't want to leave the bed at all. He even wanted to lie down on it.
But she was too serious, so he could only get up reluctantly, "Where are you going?"
Zhuo Jian smiled knowingly and walked ahead.
Then the two people went to the study room.
Zhuo Jian reprinted the agreement and added an annotation. The agreement was still in effect after he recovered his memory.