Once he stood up, he attracted the attention of the whole audience.
Zhuo Jian looked at him and took a long breath before slowly releasing it.
Why did he come to pick her up even though he had forgotten about her?
Why is he still close to her despite being full of doubts about her?
After Zhuo Jian said goodbye to everyone, she slowly walked down the steps.
Fu Yanye looked straight at her with his dark eyes, until she came closer, he smiled: "I'm not too late?"
Zhuo Jian changed his previous dignified attitude, looked away in another direction, and said lightly: "I will not ride in the same car with someone with a high fever."
"The fever is gone."
"..."
His deep voice, accompanied by the sound of wind, passed my ears.
Zhuo Jian looked at him slowly again. He still didn't look good, but he liked to be clean and looked refreshing.
A gust of wind hit her neck, and she tightened her coat, "Let's go then."
Fu Yanye got out of the way.
However, she stood in front of the passenger seat and did not move, turning to look at him.
Fu Yanye looked at her, and then he immediately understood and went to open the door for her. He made a gentlemanly gesture of invitation and put one hand on it to prevent her from hitting her head.
Zhuo Jian got into the car and took the initiative to fasten her seat belt.
Fu Yanye glanced at her behind the golden carriage. She seemed to be in a bad mood tonight?
She actually didn't argue with him.
As the car set off, it was silent inside.
But in the car behind them, Chang Xia couldn't help but ask Yuan Man, "Sister, are we really going on a business trip?"
"It seems so, all the routes have been applied for."
If nothing unexpected happens, they will go out for a while.
"Then you tell me, the boss really doesn't care whether my wife is here or not?"
Chang Xia always felt that maybe the boss was not clear in his expression, so his wife got the wrong idea.
"Of course not. If you don't care, why don't you insist on coming to pick up my wife from get off work even if you feel unwell?"
Yuan Man felt that what Zhuo Jian said was reasonable, but Fu Yanye was not ruthless.
It's just that a person with amnesia cannot suddenly integrate into the feelings he doesn't remember.
"Hey, should we also invite the boss to go on a business trip?"
Chang Xia muttered to herself.
"This is not what we have the final say. Madam, please don't get angry now. It's better to mind your own business, eh?"
"oh!"
Chang Xia was obedient, and Yuan Man felt relieved when he saw that she was sensible.
In the car in front, the man had already put on a mask. Because it was black, he seemed to look cooler.
Zhuo Jian looked at him and asked, "Didn't you say the fever was gone?"
"I still have a little discomfort in my throat. Don't let me infect you."
"..."
Zhuo Jian didn't respond, but couldn't help but look at him a few more times.
"Want to listen to some music?"
"Can."
Fu Yanye played music, it was Zhang Weijian's Who Do You Love Me Like?
As soon as Zhang Weijian's voice came out, it immediately attracted the ears of two people. Both the timbre and the lyrics were excellent, and it seemed...
Fu Yanye drove the car carefully. Zhuo Jian felt a little bored while listening to the song, so he leaned over to change a song.
Fu Yanye turned to look at her. Her eyes were almost fixed on the screen when she changed songs.
"Are you very short-sighted?"
"..."
Zhuo Jian turned to look at him and said nothing for a long time.
He asked her before why she was nearsighted.
She chose not to answer the questions she had answered, and after a while she said: "I can see you clearly."
Fu Yanye smiled after hearing this.
It's good if you can see him clearly.
As the car drove towards Shengyuan, Zhuo Jian thought of something and said, "I'm going to the old house tonight. Chengcheng still has a cold, so I want to take a look."
"Um."
Fu Yanye nodded and turned around at the next intersection.
Zhuo Jian looked at him, "You want to go too?"
"When my son is sick, shouldn't the father be with him?"
Fu Yanye asked her back.
Zhuo Jian said nothing, what he said made sense.
And Chengcheng seems to like being with him.
"Don't sleep on the sofa with your son again."
Zhuo Jian reminded.
"You applied for a flight route. How many days will it take?"