The president of Fu Group donated medical equipment worth tens of millions to the hospital for medical research.
"Your husband is so generous. Does he plan to let you give birth in their hospital?"
Zhang Mingliang called her to ask.
Zhuo Jian stood in front of the mirror in the bathroom and touched her stiff neck after listening. She thought about it and replied seriously: "It's probably not about my childbirth."
"Why is that? For no reason."
Zhang Mingliang was curious.
"I don't know yet, but he is at home. I can give you an accurate answer later."
Zhuo Jian replied to her.
"He's at home? Don't you live separately?"
"..."
Zhuo Jian blushed. To put it short, she fell asleep while watching a movie last night, so she couldn't drive him away.
Unconsciously, he spent the whole night on the sofa watching the movie of the male star she liked.
Of course, this is what her aunt told her when she came to wake her up.
But after Zhuo Jian hung up the phone, something suddenly rang in his mind.
He said he would remember it as soon as possible.
Zhuo Jian thought about it and became a little excited unconsciously.
Finally, he knew how to care about his illness.
She went downstairs and found Fu Yanye in the kitchen wearing crisp trousers and a white shirt.
"Get up, come here and help me get the bowl."
Fu Yanye said something after seeing her.
"oh."
Zhuo Jian walked over and helped him get the bowl.
Seeing the porridge he cooked and the sweet side dishes he prepared made me drool.
Fu Yanye said: "What are you still doing? It's time to have breakfast."
"oh!"
Zhuo Jian came to his senses.
After all, she was really hungry.
Zhuo Jian glanced at him from time to time while eating.
Fu Yanye also looked at her, "Want to ask about the donated equipment?"
"Um."
Zhuo Jian wanted to fold her face because he saw through his thoughts again.
"I need the antidote as soon as possible."
Fu Yanye answered simply, calmly and confidently.
When the answer was what I thought, I couldn't help but ask, "Is there hope?"
"The medicine will provide the solution."
Fu Yanye responded seriously.
Zhuo Jian lowered her head after hearing this. She also hoped for a solution.
She had almost forgotten his original appearance.
After breakfast, Fu Yanye took her to work, and he grabbed her hand before she got off the car.
Zhuo Jian turned to look at him.
The hood of the car was opened, and he looked at her intently with his dark eyes.
Zhuo Jian asked doubtfully: "Is there anything else?"
"Um."
Fu Yanye held her fingers and stroked them thoughtfully.
"What's up?"
Zhuo Jian looked at him curiously, seeing that he was enigmatic and could not figure it out.
"I'll pick you up from get off work tonight."
Fu Yanye looked at her and said.
Zhuo Jian's eyes moved and he thought for two seconds: "Although, it's not actually necessary, but if you insist on coming, um."
Her hands were almost sweaty from his touch, and she wanted to take them away.
But Fu Yanye held her hand without letting go, and looked straight at her with his dark eyes.
Zhuo Jian couldn't stand being touched by him anymore, so she had to remind him: "Mr. Fu, is there anything else?"
"Gone."
Fu Yanye replied to her, but wouldn't let go.
Zhuo Jian had no choice but to grab his hand with her other hand and take it away for him, and then said two words: "Goodbye."
Fu Yanye was helpless. He accidentally saw two figures walking towards this side. He suddenly leaned forward and said to the woman who got out of the car: "Zhuo Jian."