Zhuo Jian thought, there are no books in this room, but there is a mobile phone.
In the end, Fu Yanye read the story his son wanted to hear on his mobile phone.
After half an hour, his voice was almost hoarse from exhaustion, and finally his son became quiet, but...
Fu Yanye's eyes moved from Chengcheng's face to the face of the person next to him. Hey, she was asleep too.
But how could she look so beautiful when she was sleeping?
Fu Yanye looked at it, and all his disappointment disappeared.
The room turned dark, Fu Yanye turned around and hugged her from behind, and the family of three fell asleep.
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Early the next morning.
Chengcheng was carried out. Zhuo Jian opened his eyes and saw that Chengcheng was not there, and turned to look at the other side.
Fu Yanye came out with his shirt buttoned up. When he saw her waking up, he went to lie on her side and kissed her forehead gently: "Wake up, good morning."
Zhuo Jian found a comfortable position in his arms and whispered: "Good morning, where is Chengcheng?"
"I woke up early in the morning and said I was hungry. I took him to drink milk powder and then went to play with Chengqingchengli."
Fu Yanye said, raising his hand and gently touching her hair.
A lot of things have happened these days, but there is only one thing that makes me happy. Her hair has grown a little longer.
After breakfast, Fu Yanye sent Zhuo Jian to work. He stopped the car at the door of the TV station and turned to look at her: "I'll pick you up tonight."
"Well, you don't have to answer if you're busy. They're always here anyway."
Zhuo Jian was talking about Yuan Man, Changxia and Wang Rui who had been following them.
Fu Yanye smiled: "They are bodyguards and I am the husband. How are they the same?"
"Okay, then I'll wait for you."
Zhuo Jian always felt as if his mouth was covered with honey. She looked at him carefully for a while, agreed and left.
Fu Yanye put his arm around her outer shoulders and suddenly leaned forward.
Zhuo Jian turned her head reflexively, and then her two soft lips were blocked by him.
There was no one at the door of the TV station, but this kiss was still thrilling and sweet as honey.
The two separated quickly. Fu Yanye drove to the office building, and Zhuo Jian also returned to his office.
However, the person who had agreed to do the interview did not arrive. The staff urged her again and again, and then she had to run to the person who had been looking at the script: "The other person finally said that Ruxiang was frightened last night and could not come because he had a high fever.
Already."
"so be it."
Zhuo Jian didn't think much more after hearing this.
The card space is not big, but it is quite arrogant.
However, it was nothing more than deliberately annoying her.
Zhuo Jian was ready to leave.
"Oh my god, maybe something happened to Ruxiang. Check Weibo."
Another staff member ran to Zhuo Jian and gave her his cell phone.
Ruxiang's car was parked in the underground parking lot and was splashed with red paint.
Ruxiang cried to reporters in the video: "I just came to City A, and I really don't know what enemies I have. It's just that my face looks a bit like the eldest lady of the Lin family. Does that eldest lady have any enemies?"
It didn't take long for the Internet to start talking about it.
In City A, the eldest daughter of the Lin family's biggest enemy is probably her, Zhuo Jian.
Zhuo Jian returned to the office until Fu Yanye worked overtime at night, and she was invited to Fanxing by Zhong Mai.
Zhong Mai lit a cigarette and asked her, "Would you like one?"
Zhuo Jian took a sip of wine and said, "I still don't want it."
Zhong Mai smiled, threw the cigarette on the table, started smoking it himself, and asked her: "It's not really you who splashed red paint on that woman, is it?"
"I really didn't expect to wait for her to change cars."
Zhuo Jian thought it was quite enjoyable.
Fu Yanye stopped her from playing the car crash game again, so it would be good to play a game of intimidation.
"Did she do it herself? Let people lead the culprit to you?"
Zhong Mai took another puff of cigarette, feeling that the woman was very likely to do such a thing.
Zhuo Jian didn't know what happened, so he didn't say much and took another sip of wine.
"Are you Zhuo Jian?"
Suddenly a man in formal clothes walked up to her.
Zhong Mai and Zhuo Jian looked at him.
"Can I interview you? Why would you threaten a woman who looks similar to your husband's ex-girlfriend by throwing red paint? Are you afraid that your husband will fall in love with this woman again?"