Zhuo Jian glanced at him, knowing what he was thinking, and lowered his head to remind him.
Fu Yanye saw that she was obviously shy, so he took out his cell phone from his pocket and saw that it was Li Heng, so he picked it up. Unexpectedly, a soft female voice came from the other end, "Hey, Mr. Fu, are you there?"
When will you come over? Everyone is waiting for you."
Fu Yanye frowned and looked at Zhuo Jian again.
Naturally, Zhuo Jian also heard it.
"wrong number."
After Fu Yanye hung up the phone, he continued to look at Zhuo Jian: "It's Li Heng's call."
"Then how could it be wrong?"
"Then what should I do?"
Fu Yanye asked her, looking very serious.
"You can just say it."
Zhuo Jian thought for a while, they were together, so that's fine.
"Oh, I'll know next time."
Fu Yanye looked at her with a shrewd look in his eyes that he couldn't hide.
Zhuo Jian's heart sank a little.
Suddenly I felt like I had fallen into a pit.
But when did he dig the hole?
She didn't see it.
Fu Yanye looked at her seriously again, saying nothing for a long time, which made Zhuo Jian nervous.
"Why do you keep looking at me?"
Zhuo Jian asked him, holding back her excited heartbeat.
"very happy."
"..."
Happy?
What?
"chance encounter."
Fu Yanye continued.
"..."
Zhuo Jian looked at him speechlessly, gradually unable to look away.
But just when Mr. Fu leaned forward to kiss her again, Zhuo Jian's cell phone rang.
Zhuo Jian quickly pushed his chest with both hands, "Wait a minute."
It's Ouyang Ping.
When Zhuo Jian answered the phone, Fu Yanye's cell phone also rang again. The two looked at each other, and then answered the phone with their own thoughts.
Then they separated.
But soon Zhuo Jian received a WeChat message, "Wait for me upstairs after lunch."
Zhuo Jian looked at those words thoughtfully.
Ouyang Ping stuffed food into her mouth, but it was tasteless. Seeing Zhuo Jian's face turning red quietly, she couldn't help but ask her: "Are you two okay?"
"..."
Zhuo Jian didn't come back to her senses, didn't hear her words, and only looked at her curiously.
"I said you two started high-fiving again?"
Ouyang Ping asked again, and it was clearer.
Zhuo Jian's face heated up, "How could it be? My belly is so big."
"The posture with a big belly is tempting."
Ouyang Ping also started to have random thoughts.
Zhuo Jian looked at her helplessly, and finally could only smile, "That makes sense."
But for now, forget it.
She was originally weak during this pregnancy, and recently it became a little swollen.
After the two of them finished eating, Zhuo Jian went upstairs. It wasn't that she wanted to see Fu Yanye, but the swelling in her ankles was uncomfortable, so she went upstairs and lay down for a while on the sofa with her legs elevated on the armrests.
, and then looked at the phone.
It was almost half past fourteen when the door rang.
Zhuo Jian was about to go to work, Fu Yanye walked in, came to her, leaned over, and breathed in front of her with the smell of alcohol.
"Didn't get any sleep?"
"Not too sleepy."
He was afraid that she wouldn't like the smell of wine, so he just kissed her on the forehead. When he raised his eyes, he happened to see the WeChat message sent by Liu Yuntian on her mobile phone.
"Sister, will you come over to watch my show this afternoon?"
"not going."
Zhuo Jian replied with three words.
Fu Yanye knew Zhuo Jian's thoughts and whispered in a good mood: "I smell a bit bad. I'm going to wash up and stay with you later."