Not to mention how ugly Fu Yanye's face was. No one here knew better than him what was going on with Zhuo Jian.
"Sister Xiao Jian, give me something to eat."
Su Bai was afraid that Zhuo Jian would eat too much, so he picked up a spoon and shared it with her.
Zhuo Jian was not stingy and shared a plate with the two of him.
Zhang Mingliang almost couldn't help but kick Su Bai.
Fu Yanye stared at Su Bai like a knife.
"Well, it's really delicious. Wife, you should try it too."
Su Bai took a taste, then took out another spoonful and gave it to Zhang Mingliang.
Zhang Mingliang: "..."
Although she opened her mouth, she still decided to give her stupid husband a lesson when she went back.
With how much he loves to think about Zhuo Jian, he must have been taught a lesson by Fu Yanye both overtly and covertly when he was a child, right?
A man and a woman sharing a cake is too ambiguous.
But Su Bai is like this with everyone, he doesn't hate it.
After lunch, Zhuo Jian returned to the TV station, and everyone else went back. Fu Yanye followed behind her, and she looked back at him, "You have nothing to do?"
"I can spare the time to take you to the TV station."
Fu Yanye said.
"Well, I believe that when you want to do something, you will always have time."
"..."
Fu Yanye didn't know why, but felt that there was something in her words.
"You don't have to pick me up from get off work at night. I'll drive myself. You should be free to pick up the kids from school?"
"Um."
Fu Yanye promised her.
Although reluctantly.
The two of them walked forward again. If she wanted to record a show, she would wear long sleeves. Fu Yanye noticed this. The scar on her elbow had not completely faded. He wanted to remind her to pay attention, but she was far away.
Then I saw a car with a cake painted on it parked in front of their TV station.
Fu Yanye suddenly stopped.
Zhuo Jian noticed it and turned to look at him, "Just send it here. My weight this morning is 47.5, bye."
She was in a pretty good mood.
However, after Fu Yanye heard that number, he felt even worse.
"Forty-seven point five, hum."
He put his hands on his hips and watched her happily walking forward, thinking to himself, "One day, Zhuo Jian, one day, you will run to me again like you did before."
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In the evening, Fu Yanye did not go to pick up the children from school. Fu Zhengzheng said that they had not eaten together for a long time and asked him to follow Zhuo Jian home and finish the meal.
Wang Yue was still nearby and reminded: "It will rain tonight, heavy rain."
After Fu Yanye hung up the phone, he touched the bridge of his nose and then smiled stupidly.
Fu Zhengzheng asked her: "What does heavy rain mean?"
"The whole world knows what heavy rain means, why don't you, a smart person like you, know?"
Wang Yue asked him.
Fu Zhengzheng: "I really don't know."
"Didn't he always find Jian Jian on rainy days before?"
The old lady reminded her son.
"Then you can use the excuse that you can't leave."
The old man snorted after finishing speaking, especially disdainful of this trick.
Fu Zhengzheng couldn't help but smile after hearing this. His son was quite pitiful.
But he is the only one here who feels sorry for his son.
When Zhuo Jian got off work, she saw him standing at the door, wearing a straight suit and even the seams of his trousers were so straight, as if they had just been ironed.
But he had obviously worn it all day.
Zhuo Jian didn't want to walk over and stood there looking at him until he found her, hung up the phone and walked towards her.
"Didn't I ask you to pick up your son?"
"Mom didn't call you? We have a family dinner tonight at the old house."
When Fu Yanye reminded her, he went to get her bag for her.
But this time, Zhuo Jian instinctively held the strap of her bag with her other hand and stared straight at him.
"Fu Yanye, I just weighed myself before coming out."
"Um?"
The two people were holding on to a bag strap, neither of them let go, neither of them exerted any force, and they looked at each other, neither of them happy.
