Fu Yanye went to the bathroom, and Zhuo Jian grabbed the collar of her pajamas and got into bed thoughtfully.
His cell phone was ringing next to the pillow.
She glanced sideways, then answered the call, and said tentatively, "Hello?"
"Hello? Who are you? This is Mr. Fu's mobile phone, right? I seem to have dropped a bracelet on Mr. Fu's car. Could you please ask him if he saw it?"
The tone of the girl in it is quite straightforward.
It’s so straightforward that it doesn’t look like asking for help, but it tells you how ambiguous her relationship with the owner of the phone is.
"I am his wife. Which necklace did you leave on which car of his? Please make it clear."
Zhuo Jian frowned, looked at the phone screen, quickly put the phone to his ear and said coldly.
"Are you his wife? Are you kidding me? We are out of town today and his wife is in the city. Could it be that...heh, you are showing off to me, right? After a sleep, you will think Mr. Fu is yours.
, let me tell you, I have already made a reservation with Mr. Fu for tomorrow night."
"What's the reservation for tomorrow night?"
Zhuo Jian heard that she misunderstood and did not explain, and continued to ask coldly.
"Mr. Fu's date is set for tomorrow night. Of course, the day after tomorrow or the day after tomorrow, he may still be my lady's."
"Maybe? With just this little confidence, you still want to be Fu Yanye's woman?"
"What?"
The girl over there obviously recognized the calmness of the voice on the other end of the phone.
"Bless yourself."
Zhuo Jian casually dropped the sentence and hung up.
She was too lazy to argue with those women who only missed Fu Yanye. It was pointless and a waste of energy.
But the girl's voice reminded her whether Fu Yanye was looking for her specifically today or...
Feeling a little depressed, I put a pillow on the head of the bed, hugged his cell phone and began to think deeply.
Fu Yanye came out of it ten minutes later.
Zhuo Jian's eyes were immediately drawn towards it.
What I have to admit is that no matter how many years have passed, he is still in great shape.
Zhuo Jian watched him approach, and the more she watched, the more excited she became.
But it's one thing to be obsessed with your body. She doesn't like what he does.
Fu Yanye walked over and saw her holding her mobile phone, and asked in a magnetic voice: "Do you have my phone number?"
"Well, she's still a young girl."
"Um?"
"She also said that she has booked you for tomorrow night."
"..."
Fu Yanye frowned.
What is this mess?
"I dare to ask, is Mr. Fu really looking for me today?"
Zhuo Jian looked at him with bright eyes and asked.
Fu Yanye's heart suddenly felt numb.
Her eyes were more like a gentle knife.
He was stabbed in without any precautions.
At first I just felt itchy, but when I got pierced, I realized that my life was hanging by a thread.
Fu Yanye leaned over, held her gentle chin, and looked at her with his dark eyes: "If you dare to talk nonsense again, I will kiss you again."
"..."
Zhuo Jian's heart skipped a beat, and she raised her hand to push him, but Fu Yanye suddenly came close to her lips.
The mint-flavored breath immediately entangled her, and he murmured, "I will do what I say."
"Fu Yanye, don't come back to provoke me after you've had enough fun outside. I don't care."
She was angry and put both hands on his chin and pushed him back hard.
"Our company did shoot there today, and I did meet two car models, but it was just a meeting, and I didn't even say a word."
Fu Yanye told him, very solemnly.
Only then did Zhuo Jian look at him again, her eyes filled with resentment and sourness.
Yes, I'm jealous.
Jealousy is inevitable and cannot be controlled.
"Li Heng is coming with me. If you don't believe me, you can call him and ask him. It is said that you are all familiar with him."
Fu Yanye saw her angry and continued to explain.
Speaking of Li Heng, it made him angry.
She seemed to be familiar with everyone around him, but he became the stranger.
He hated hearing her name from other people's lips.
Why are those people's eyes so tender when they talk about her, even...
Fu Yanye looked at her and suddenly remembered the photo Liu Yuntian sent her, calling her junior school girl.