Yang Lin knew from her conversation with Fu Yanye that she was a lawyer. Lawyers were naturally very tough, but she was not jealous.
"Did he say it himself?"
Ouyang Ping looked at her, not entirely convinced.
Because if Fu Yanye could say that, he could really say goodbye to Zhuo Jian.
"Yes, we were together last night."
"..."
"Midnight."
"..."
Ouyang Ping suddenly felt a little dizzy.
How dare this woman say such things, ha.
Zhuo Jian didn't come back, so she couldn't let the matter fester.
"You wait."
Ouyang Ping only felt that if this woman could still survive in the entertainment industry, then Ouyang Ping would have spent the past few years in the legal field in vain.
A complaint took her directly to court.
After Ouyang Ping returned to the office, she immediately turned on the computer, opened the document, and started writing.
She wanted to get this woman fired by Tang Yu as quickly as possible. As for keeping her in the industry, Ouyang Ping thought she would still need to put in some effort, unless Zhuo Jian intervened.
Although Zhuo Jian usually remains calm, her circle is indeed larger.
It is actually very easy to destroy an artist who has no artistic ethics.
Ouyang Ping called Zhuo Jian again, but Zhuo Jian had no intention of returning to the city, let alone solving the problem.
Ouyang Ping was angry and asked her: "Do you know that she is humiliating you no matter whether it is true or false?"
"If this is true, she is not the one who humiliated me."
"..."
"Sister, I'm going to hang up now. My grandparents are here for vacation and I have to accompany them."
"Are they going on vacation, or are they afraid that you will know what's going on in the city and don't want you to come back? You can think about it yourself."
After Ouyang Ping said this, she hung up the phone angrily.
Zhuo Jian doesn't care about this matter, but she can't let it go.
Zhuo Jian didn't go back until a week later.
When they returned, Wang Yue and Fu Zhengzheng had also arrived home.
Wang Yue and Fu Zhengzheng had already learned about the events in the city from the old lady, and had people suppress the matter in advance and not publish it on any news app. However, Wang Yue actually did not dare to conclude that Zhuo Jian knew nothing.
After all, she has her own good friends in the city.
The children were playing behind the sofa, and it was almost dinner time when Fu Yanye's car came back from outside.
"Daddy."
"Daddy!"
"Daddy!"
The three sons said in unison.
Fu Yanye didn't expect to be surrounded by his three sons as soon as he entered the door. He reluctantly gave them an expression: "Good boy."
My eyes couldn't help but look inside.
On the surface, he appears to be indifferent.
But when he saw the old lady sitting on the sofa in the living room drinking tea, he knew how he felt.
Yan Zheng asked him to explain, and his parents and elders also asked him to explain.
Does he need to explain?
If she doesn't trust him, what's the use of his explanation?
Zhuo Jian knew he was back, but she didn't raise her eyes to look at him.
I don’t know if it’s because I don’t dare, or I don’t want to, or it’s something else.
She lowered her head and put down the teacup, and then listened carefully to what Wang Yue said about the interesting things she had been doing outside recently.
"The young master is back, we can start dinner soon."
The aunt came out and happened to see Fu Yanye, so she quickly said hello and informed him.
Fu Yanye nodded and looked into the sofa again.
Now everyone knows that he is back and is watching him.
Except her.
He didn't even raise his eyes from beginning to end.
"I'm going to wash my hands."
Zhuo Jian didn't want to be watched all the time, so she got up and went to the bathroom.
Fu Yanye looked at it and immediately raised his legs to follow.
Suddenly Chengcheng stopped him, holding her car's remote control and asking him for help, "Dad, the remote control seems to be broken, please help me take a look."