Fu Yanye held the steering wheel and looked out the window without saying a word.
Zhuo Jian took this as his acquiescence and had to get out of the car.
But she did not return to Shengyuan that night.
She didn't even go back to her apartment. She called Yuan Man to detain Wang Rui, and then drove to the small apartment where Zhong Mai lent her.
Zhong Mai was waiting for her there and gave her a bottle of red wine. Zhuo Jian put down her bag and walked to the bar to sit down. Seeing Zhong Mai's eyes, she knew that Zhong Mai had already figured out everything.
"Get drunk and have a good sleep."
"..."
Zhuo Jian smiled, suddenly not knowing what to say.
"However, drinking too much alcohol can harm your health, so it doesn't matter if you drink too much now and then. Don't do it all the time."
Zhong Mai warned again.
Zhuo Jian didn't know what to say, so she picked up the wine bottle and poured herself some wine.
Zhong Mai left quickly, and Zhuo Jian lay there drinking alone, and then...
He raised his hand to open the cabinet above. As expected, there were many women's cigarettes inside.
Later, she held the wine glass, held the wine bottle, smoked, and went to the sofa.
The TV was turned on, and a Qing Dynasty drama starring Li Zhi was playing. While she was watching it, she drank most of the bottle without realizing it.
The phone was placed on the coffee table, muted, but the screen lit up several times.
She didn't care, she just wanted to digest those bad emotions as quickly as possible.
She drank wine that night and ended up sleeping on the sofa all night.
The next day Yuan Man called and said Fu Yanye was on a business trip, so she returned to Fu's house.
But three days later, she went on a business trip with Jian Qian and others, and met in that unfamiliar city.
It was only when she checked in that she noticed the name of the hotel.
The hotel was booked by a regular staff member. She didn't ask much before, but later she found out that it was a newly opened hotel by Fu Yanye.
Later Jian Qian said: "The staff said that it just opened yesterday, and the boss of the headquarters came to cut the ribbon in person."
Zhuo Jian nodded and said no more.
In the afternoon, she took the interview script and looked at it. She could not take any more scripts for the evening interview.
Jian Qian said: "There is a very personal question here. I almost forgot to ask you if you can ask such a question."
Zhuo Jian took a look, and the question was whether the interviewer and his wife were rumored to be divorced. Can they give the public an explanation?
Zhuo Jian didn't even think about it, just crossed it out with a pen.
There are so many things that the audience wants to know, but what does it have to do with the person involved?
Everyone has the right to protect their privacy.
What they want to interview is a story in another field where the interviewer can benefit people.
In the evening, they conducted interviews in the best seats upstairs. Zhuo Jian wore a white formal suit, her long hair was tied up, and her light but delicate makeup was enough to make people feel their respect.
The interviewer is a successful man in his forties. He has led the development of a city and has done bad things.
As for his private life, many netizens want to know, but it is not included in their interviews.
The interview lasted for two full hours, and after it was over, they went back.
Zhuo Jian asked Jian Qian to order two bottles of wine, and then went to take a shower after returning to the room.
——
In the middle of the night, after Fu Yanye finished socializing, he went to the floor where she lived.
As soon as she got out of the elevator, she saw a familiar figure coming out of her room and quickly entering the room next to hers.
He was no stranger to that person. Fu Yanye stopped and stared straight at him with his dark eyes.
I don't know how long it took, but he turned around and entered the elevator again.
But......
"Will not."
He told himself that she was here for an interview, so how could she be with Liu Yuntian?
Maybe it's something else.
With this in mind, he pressed the floor she was on again.