Someone has already walked out of the door. He is tall and has a cold face.
Zhuo Jian looked at the person approaching his car. The arms outside the T-shirt were strong and dark, and he looked like he had been training all year round.
The phone was still ringing, and as she listened, suddenly there was only one thing in her mind.
Yes, there was one more thing that she never told him properly.
She answered, hands-free.
"Zhuo Jian."
"Fu Yanye, is your headache better?"
The carriage was silent, and only her gentle voice soothed the coldness inside.
"be right back."
Fu Yanye's irresistible request.
But......
Zhuo Jian thought that she could not go back.
Zhuo Jian looked at the person who had walked to the door of her car. The door was locked. She was temporarily safe, enough for her to tell him that.
It suddenly came to mind that when they were children, she followed him all day long, and he used to pretend to be deaf and mute, until that day when he suddenly turned around and hit him in the heart.
That day, her little face was hot and red from being hit, and she looked at him with a pair of cute big eyes.
He was probably furious at the time.
She still remembered that the sun was just right that afternoon, and she didn't feel his anger at all.
He was wearing a white T-shirt and carrying a black bag, and asked her impatiently: "What on earth are you going to do?"
She got off school early and asked the driver to take her to his school to wait for him, and then asked the driver to leave quickly.
What else could she do?
She just wanted to see him, to go home with him after school like the girls at the same school.
Thinking about how she has been lacking everything since she was a child, every time she wanted something, her parents would bring it to her without asking her parents, so she really wasn’t very good at expressing it, and she was as cold as an iceberg when faced with it.
Fu Yanye, she even didn't know how to express her secret love.
Or that day, that girl should be braver and tell him directly that she likes him.
As long as she dares to do it one day early, there is more hope than one day late.
"Fu Yanye, it seems I haven't told you that I love you yet?"
Zhuo Jian said slowly but firmly.
She heard the car door ring, and the man knocked on the door with a stern face.
"Zhuo Jian, come back first."
"Fu Yanye, from spring to winter, from a young age to ignorance..."
I only love you.
Wow.
A sudden breaking sound.
She turned to look at the car window and saw the man sitting in her passenger seat, saying coldly to her: "Drive."
"Save mom."
Zhuo Jian left only three words in the end, started the car and entered Zhuo's house.
Suddenly someone's head popped up around me, and I felt bad.
After the car entered Zhuozhai, there was no signal on the mobile phone.
Zhuo Jian looked at the man and asked, "Are you Feng Yuan?"
The man looked at her coldly and said, "Get out of the car."
Zhuo Jian pushed the door open and got out of the car, turned around and saw a dozen people of similar size to Feng Yuan hiding against the wall at the door.
Zhuo Jian suddenly admired Lin Ruxiang.
Also, Lin Ruxiang has never been an ordinary person.
She looked upstairs, where the woman was still pressed.
Feng Yuan walked up to her and put the dagger on her waist: "Go in."
Zhuo Jian lowered her eyes. This was not the first time she was held against a dagger. She could handle it calmly. She turned to look at him and said, "Take the knife away."
Feng Yuan ignored her.
Zhuo Jian even reminded me coldly: "Isn't it troublesome? How can I, a defenseless woman, escape from the clutches of Mr. Feng?"
Feng Yuan looked at Zhuo Jian and took back the dagger after a few seconds.
Zhuo Jian stepped on her small leather shoes and walked towards the inside.
To be honest, if she could get out alive, she would demolish this place immediately. Instead of building a small park, she would build an orphanage instead of razing it to the ground.
Just let people forget.
What Zhuozhai?
The people of the Zhuo family have long since died and dispersed.
"Baby, school is over."
As soon as I entered the house, I was hit by memories of my mother.
The dignified woman welcomed a little girl carrying a pink schoolbag home.
"Mother!"
The little girl ran in and rushed into the woman's arms, smiling so contentedly.
