The two of them ate dinner slowly. After dinner, Zhuo Jian took him around the famous places in the city to experience the customs and customs of their city A, and then took a taxi to take him back to the hotel.
In fact, she was just doing her best to be a landlord, but she didn't expect...
By coincidence, when Sheng Xin said goodbye to her and got out of the car, Fu Yanye and others happened to come out.
Just like that, they hit each other head on.
Fu Yanye stood in front of the crowd, looked at Sheng Xin coldly, and then reflexively looked at the car behind Sheng Xin.
At that time, Sheng Xin and Zhuo Jian were both sitting in the back, so Zhuo Jian was sitting inside now.
Zhuo Jian said to the driver in front: "Master, drive."
The taxi quickly left the hotel.
When she regretted sending Sheng Xin to the door of the hotel, Sheng Xin was already standing opposite Fu Yanye.
Fu Yanye looked at him: "Mr. Sheng seems to be very interested in my wife?"
"Mrs?"
"Zhuo Jian!"
"Zhuo Jian? She is your wife?"
Sheng Xin was greatly surprised.
"Troublesome, Mr. Sheng, stay away from my wife. I don't like her getting too close to other men, and she's not suitable for walking around in social circles. Thank you."
Fu Yanye was quite polite. After finishing speaking, he nodded and got into the luxury car driven by his driver.
Sheng Xin: "..."
He never imagined that Fu Yanye and Zhuo Jian were actually husband and wife.
Thinking again about Zhuo Jian admitting that she had a complicated relationship with Fu Yanye during dinner today, Sheng Xin's steps to the hotel were a little slow.
——
"Young Master Ye, where are you going?"
"Go back to Shengyuan!"
Fu Yanye made a faint sound and looked out the window in annoyance.
Today's weather seems to be particularly good, but his mood is extremely bad.
He could have gone to Zhuo Jian's place, but when the car arrived near the community where the two of them lived, he hesitated for a while while holding his hands, and finally looked away from her.
When he saw her and Sheng Xin in a car, both of them felt breathless when they thought of her chatting, laughing and having ambiguous interactions with another man in the back seat of the car.
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This night was peaceful for Zhuo Jian.
Except for those two sentences that went unheard.
Wasn't she cured?
Can you still run around outside all day long if you have terminal cancer?
The weather was still nice the next day, and in the afternoon the station director personally called her and asked her to have dinner with Ouyang Ping to discuss studying abroad.
Zhuo Jian was in a good mood, but she didn't expect that she would be the first to arrive in the private room.
Later, Ouyang Ping called her: "Dear, I can't make it. There was something wrong with the show."
Zhuo Jian agreed without thinking, but wouldn't this mean that the station director would have dinner alone with her?
The station manager is an older man and she has not said hello twice.
Zhuo Jian started to get nervous.
When the private room door was opened, she subconsciously stood up and turned sideways to face the door.
She wanted to look as generous as possible, but when she raised her eyes and saw the person coming, she was stunned.
Zhuo Jian's cell phone also rang at this time. Zhuo Jian lowered his head and saw that it was an unfamiliar number.
"Answer the phone first."
Lin Jiaoyang told her.
Zhuo Jian finally came to his senses and answered the phone.
"Hello, Zhuo Jian? I'm having some trouble at the moment. I heard that your father and Mr. Lin are old friends. I'm fairly familiar with him, so let him have dinner with you for me."
"Director?"
Zhuo Jian only asked softly.
"It's me! I'm going to hang up first. We'll talk about the rest in the stage tomorrow."