Soon, he walked up to her and said, "Wait for me?"
"no."
Zhuo Jian looked at him and answered without any hesitation.
Fu Yanye looked at her coldly, and then continued to ask calmly: "Then what are you doing here?"
"Just got off the phone with mom."
"..."
Fu Yanye didn't ask any more questions, just looked at her silently.
Zhuo Jian felt a little uncomfortable when he saw her. She turned around and looked inside, and then whispered in a low voice: "You go in first, I have something else to do."
"You are busier than me."
Fu Yanye made a cold sound, raised his legs and walked inside.
Zhuo Jian: "..."
If she is not busy, should she still drink tea with him or listen to him belittle her?
Zhuo Jian thought, glanced at his back dissatisfied, and then looked outside.
She wants to go out.
She didn't think for long, the children were all asleep, so she went to get the car and left.
Fu Yanye stood at the window of the master bedroom, watching her car leave.
But this time, not long after, Zhuo Jian found someone following his car.
She stopped and confirmed that it was Wang Rui's car.
Wang Rui got out of the car and walked forward.
Zhuo Jian opened the car window, "What a coincidence?"
"It's not a coincidence."
Wang Rui thought he didn't need to say more.
Zhuo Jian also sneered and asked him without interest: "Fu Yanye asked you to spy on me?"
"It's for protection. The boss knows something happened to you and is very worried."
"Yeah?"
Zhuo Jian started the car without hearing the answer.
Protect?
Worry?
Ah.
Wang Rui said: "The boss punished everyone heavily after he found out about your accident. His original intention was not to ask us to withdraw. It was my negligence."
Zhuo Jian only found it incredible and didn't believe it.
Wang Rui is his man, whatever he says depends on Fu Yanye's face.
Zhuo Jian returned to the house opposite the TV station.
She opened the coffee table drawer again.
She easily opened the beautiful metal cigarette box inside, and there were three cigarettes missing.
She picked one up with her soft fingers, and then picked up the black lighter next to her.
It started to rain and thunder outside in the middle of the night, and she was still lying on the sofa, silently looking at the cigarette butt in her hand.
In the darkness, that little bit of scarlet is like a hope.
But what is her hope?
She didn't want to worry about his birthday anymore, from now on.
Why does she have to cook longevity noodles for him on his birthday?
There are so many people who want to care about him, so just care about him.
But she did cook noodles in the morning, just for herself.
She didn't go to work either. Her arms had been swollen and painful for the past two days, and she also had pain on the outside of her thighs.
After eating noodles and making myself a cup of coffee, I went to the sofa again.
The coffee was steaming on the coffee table, and she was lying on the sofa, planning to sleep again.
But she had just laid down for a while when she received a call from Uncle Zhou. Uncle Zhou was already waiting for her downstairs.
