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Zhuo Jian was like a child who had done something wrong, bowing his head and agreeing.
The persistence and lack of doubt in his eyes, combined with what just happened, made her dare not contradict him again.
Fu Yanye's heart softened when he heard her voice.
He raised his hand to touch her hair to express comfort, but his hand froze there for a while and then he put it back again.
Since she didn't like him touching her, he tried not to touch her when the two of them were together.
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The people who came to kill Zhuo Jian quickly confessed.
It's indeed someone from Reese's side.
Fu Yanye was only glad that he had made preparations, but he still had lingering fears.
If something happens to her...
He didn't dare to think that although he had no memory, it sounded like he already owed her a lot.
Fu Yanye was sitting in the office and soon received a call from abroad.
The man on the phone threatened him in English and told him not to investigate further.
"Let us wait and see whether the outcome will be on the side of evil or on the side of justice."
After Fu Yanye hung up the phone, his dark eyes were sharp and cold.
The people in Reese came after Zhuo Jian, obviously knowing that Zhuo Jian was his weakness.
Fu Yanye felt that Wang Rui still didn't serve Rui Rui well, so he took his mobile phone and dialed a number. When the call was connected, he said quietly: "I'm Fu Yanye."
"Hello, Mr. Fu, please tell me something."
The flattering voice of the person on the other end of the phone rang.
After the phone call ended, Fu Yanye finally felt a little brighter, but thinking about Zhuo Jian, she still felt a little depressed.
She returned home and was still in a daze when she got out of the car.
As her husband, doubting her, not being sure of her, and forgetting her, of course he knew that this was enough to make her have those bad emotions. He also knew that it would be easy for him to be cut into pieces by her.
However, it is best for her to be happy now.
After get off work in the evening, Fu Yanye drove away.
I stopped when I passed the flower shop.
Soon he came out of the flower shop with a bouquet of white roses in his hand.
He had just chosen again and again, but he still felt that white looked better.
Zhuo Jian was bored at home, and Ouyang Ping called her. Hearing her talk about what happened in the morning, she was frightened to death and warned: "Fortunately, you are fine, so be sure to take a bodyguard with you when you go out. You have two lives now.
Be extra careful.”
"Um."
Zhuo Jian agreed and continued to listen to Ouyang Ping.
When the doorbell rang, Chengcheng held the toy car from inside and opened the door.
Zhuo Jian's mind was pounding and she suddenly shouted: "Chengcheng, don't go."
Chengcheng has opened the door.
She quickly stood up and planned to run out, but when the door opened, she saw a familiar figure.
Zhuo Jian breathed a sigh of relief silently, and slowly sat down again holding on to the back of the sofa.
Fu Yanye lowered his eyes and looked at the door Cheng Chenglai opened. He was slightly disappointed and then raised his eyes to look inside.
I only saw her silhouette, which was too far away.
He walked in, picked up Chengcheng in one hand, and led him inside.
"Daddy, you smell so good."
Chengcheng smelled the fragrance of roses. Although he didn't know it was a rose, the fragrance did attract him.
"Really? Do you like it?"
Fu Yanye asked lightly.
He is not sure that Zhuo Jian likes white roses.
I originally thought of opening the door for her and giving her a surprise.
But now it seems...
She raised her head and looked at him, "It's time to get off work."
"Um."
Fu Yanye agreed, feeling that there was nothing to hide, so he calmly took out the rose from behind and said, "Send it to you."
"Wow, it's a flower."
Chengcheng happily hugged the car and shouted.
Zhuo Jian was also shocked.
The last time he gave her a white rose was...
She had just returned home not long ago.
"Thanks."
Zhuo Jian reached out to take it, held it in his arms, looked at it, looked up at him again, and asked weakly: "Why did you suddenly think of giving me roses?"