Before Zhuo Jian had time to think, he had already led her inside.
Both of them are wearing simple shirts and trousers, but when they walk together, they attract attention.
Zhuo Jian didn't quite understand. After entering the elevator, he let go of her. Then she thought that she might have thought too much and that he probably didn't mean it. She held her wrist that he had held and asked curiously: "What were you doing just now?"
Are you holding my hand suddenly? Are there any reporters?"
"Um."
Fu Yanye's eyes dimmed, but he quickly gave the answer.
Zhuo Jianbian nodded in understanding.
Fu Yanye smiled bitterly when he saw her like that, and his hands were sweating for no reason.
In fact, he just wanted to hold her.
But I couldn't say it at this time.
Unless you want to be reminded of the divorce.
As soon as the elevator opened, the staff greeted them to the private room.
Zhuo Jian was a little confused.
Why do the staff seem to be extra eager and attentive tonight?
Looking at him quietly again, I felt even more that tonight seemed to have a sense of ceremony?
Zhuo Jian couldn't tell what he was feeling, so he followed him into the private room with doubts.
What's even more amazing is the moment you enter the private room. There is a large bouquet of delicate red roses on the table.
"Boss, Madam, Mr. Yan has made arrangements. Please wait patiently."
The staff explained attentively.
"Well, let's go out first."
Fu Yanye pulled Zhuo Jian to the dining table, glanced at the bouquet of roses, and pulled out a chair for Zhuo Jian as naturally as possible.
Zhuo Jian sat in and looked at him curiously, "Mr. Yan, have you made arrangements? Brother Yan Zheng?"
"Yan Zheng called me to make an appointment for dinner this afternoon. I said I had already made an appointment with you, so he probably made random arrangements."
Fu Yanye explained calmly.
Zhuo Jian thought for a while and couldn't figure it out, but she didn't worry too much. The bouquet of roses was so eye-catching that she couldn't help but take another look. However, the more she looked at it, the more nervous she became, and she couldn't help but ask what had been there since she came in.
Confused: “Where are the children?”
"Do you believe me when I say I don't know?"
Fu Yanye looked at her with innocent eyes.
Zhuo Jian took a breath and was about to say goodbye when suddenly there was a knock on the door.
Someone brought wine, two bottles.
"Young lady's is fruit drink."
The staff explains first.
Zhuo Jian nodded: "Thank you."
When the staff poured the wine and left, Zhuo Jian still felt incredible.
What's going on?
What does Brother Yan Zheng want to do?
Fu Yanye swayed the wine glass. Not sure if he was upset or something, he smiled lightly and then said, "It seems he thought we were going to reconcile."
When Zhuo Jian heard the word "reconciliation", she also smiled awkwardly and echoed: "It should be."
"Um?"
Fu Yanye's dark eyes suddenly looked straight at her.
"I said Brother Yan Zheng must have misunderstood."
Zhuo Jian met his eyes and explained immediately.
There are some things that I am really afraid of misunderstanding.
Fu Yanye didn't say anything after hearing this. He just stood up and walked to the window.
For a long time, she sat there looking at his back.
Fu Yanye turned to look at her, but Zhuo Jian had already lowered his head to look at his phone.
"It turns out that Zhongmai was preparing."
Zhong Mai asked Zhuo Jian if she was surprised, and Zhuo Jian asked if Zhong Mai had prepared it. It turned out that just as Zhong Mai sent the message, Fu Yanye was already behind her, and...
Zhuo Jian turned around and saw his sharp jawline.
Fu Yanye put his hands on her chair and looked at her.
Zhuo Jian held his breath and looked away for a moment, turned off his phone and put it on the table, then unnaturally picked up the wine glass.
It's really juice.
Mixed flavors still.
Zhuo Jian took a sip. He had forgotten what the staff just said, so he drank it as wine. The taste was different in his mouth. He was a little disappointed and pursed his lips unnaturally.
Fu Yanye still maintained that posture, and looking at her pursed lips, he only felt that it was arousing.