She didn't know whether he was worried or not. He was really angry when he was angry.
Zhuo Jian returned to her old house in the evening, holding her coat and not covering up the injury on her arm.
The old man and the old lady were also scared when they heard that she and Ouyang Ping were playing games with the gangsters. The old lady said: "I won't dare to do it anymore. It's just a bag. If it's gone, it's gone. Fortunately, that man didn't bring a knife, otherwise you two girls
, what should I do if something goes wrong?”
"Um."
Zhuo Jian agreed.
"Jian Jian, you are quite brave. Grandpa thought you were a little girl who didn't even dare to touch a chicken. Grandpa must give you a thumbs up."
After worrying, the old man started to praise again.
Zhuo Jian smiled after hearing this.
Chengcheng was playing with his younger brother nearby. He heard their conversation and glanced at their mother. In fact, he had always known that their mother was an extremely brave and heroic woman.
Although she looks extremely weak.
Oops, too thin.
During dinner, Chengcheng stood next to Zhuo Jian and kept picking up vegetables for her.
Zhuo Jian looked at him, "Do you want to support me to death?"
"Mommy, you are too thin. Dad is not here, so I will pick up food for you on his behalf."
Chengcheng said and continued to help her put vegetables into the bowl.
When Zhuo Jian heard the word dad, she felt sour in her heart unconsciously.
The old lady glanced at her great-grandson and suddenly asked Zhuo Jian curiously, "Don't you know, Aye?"
Logically speaking, if you knew it, you shouldn't have shown up.
"Um."
Zhuo Jian didn't say much.
After all, he did go there in the morning and clearly looked for the injury on her arm.
Later, everyone went to rest. Zhuo Jian hugged Cheng Tian on the bed, and the scene of him suddenly appearing on stage in the morning came to mind.
Zhuo Jian now feels that Fu Yanye is like a problem with no solution.
His birthday was coming soon, and Zhuo Jian suddenly thought, should she give him a gift early, and then go on a business trip on his birthday?
She took her mobile phone and sent a message to Jian Qian, asking if Jian Qian had anything to do that day and needed to go out of the market.
Jian Qian replied to her less than ten minutes later, "No."
"Can't there be one?"
Zhuo Jian asked again.
Jian Qian quickly replied to her, "It seems that Brother Yang is going to do an exclusive interview out of town that day."
Zhuo Jian listened, this was an idea, she could give it to Yang Yi.
The elders knew that she was going to work and would not embarrass her, so the matter was settled.
Who would have thought that Yang Yi would reject her immediately after learning her idea the next day, "You'd better not go, it's for your own good."
"For my own good?"
"It's not like you don't know your husband is jealous. If he knew you were going on a business trip with me, why wouldn't he punish me?"
"..."
Well, she can't cause trouble to others.
However, Yang Yi was not inhumane. In the end, he said: "It's not impossible to follow, but you can't take a car."
Zhuo Jian smiled helplessly, he was so careful.
But what Yang Yi was thinking in her heart was that she would never go.
That day was Fu Yanye's birthday, and she 100% couldn't leave.
Zhuo Jian even called Wang Yue the night before Fu Yanye's birthday. Wang Yue said: "I asked him to go back to his old house tonight. It will be his birthday tomorrow. You are my wife, why can't you do it in the morning?"
Cook him longevity noodles?"
"Mom, actually I want to say..."
"Jian, you two have been at war with each other for a long time. Let's take this opportunity to reconcile."
Wang Yue suddenly interrupted her and said this.
Zhuo Jian was speechless for a moment.
"Okay, I'll hang up now. Don't forget to prepare longevity noodles for him tomorrow morning. Bye."
Wang Yue quickly hung up the phone, leaving Zhuo Jian standing in the yard helpless.
She wanted to say that she was going on a business trip, but she didn't say anything. Wang Yue arranged for her to have a meal, and then hung up the phone.
When a car came back, she looked in the direction of the headlights.